Although the Senate has various concerns about the Tribunal, due to the special structure of the Tribunal - there is no subordinate relationship between the judges, they feel a little more at ease, and everyone can live in peace until now.
Similarly, the days in the Terra Palace have become boring, except for those things day after day.
For example, all members of the Senate sought blessings or prayed before taking their seats, so that the will of the God-Emperor could guide their thinking and wisdom.
Some, like Navy Admiral Mereda Perez, would put on full formal uniforms and perform with great fanfare, usually in the chapel of a warship in orbit.
The same was true for the state pope, Eos Litra, who was leading a large group of priests in robes and golden helmets into the circular church under the hemispherical wall.
Cleopatra was wearing a drab black uniform, choosing not to make a show of it.
The chapel he was going to was used by the palace servants for daily prayers. It was not a very exposed place, just a drab room with simple facilities.
The Grand Inquisitor knew that using it made him appear dutiful, temperate and humble, making him appear to have more admirable spiritual beliefs than the lords who used their prayers for show - representing simplicity and inconsistency.
Arrogant attitude.
Again, it makes him seem believable and noble, it makes him seem kind.
He loved having his rival spies see this.
He knew that by acting so impeccably consistent, he could make them feel less troubled.
The fact is that Cleopatra was probably more aware of what she looked like than anyone else at any given time, and what his image revealed about him, because his actions were publicly displayed to gain public support.
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In the past, his actions were only carried out in secret, but in Holy Terra, he must expose his actions to the sun - as much as possible.
Because this is a more complex battlefield, there are not only enemies, but also allies and neutrals.
He performed for his opponents and also performed for his allies, showing what he wanted to show them.
What would they see of him heading to the meeting?
A middle-aged man of medium height and build, wearing black clothes and with greasy black hair in a clerk-like style?
His skin looked pale because he had been living in the palace without seeing the sun for many years, and he rarely had any noticeable physical signs, except for his dark eyes with high interpupillary distance and the spot on the left side of his face that extended from his mouth to his chin.
A scar like a valley.
Cleopatra never wanted to talk about this scar. The only thing she wanted to say was that it happened when she was a young man, when he was a trainee judge.
And he regretted it very much, not only for this scar, but also for the only failure in his life.
"Good day, sir."
As he walked out of the chapel and continued towards the main hall, he greeted a tall being next to him.
Then the Emperor's Fist, wearing shining and perfect armor, slowly turned around and nodded slightly to the Grand Inquisitor.
"Good day, Judge."
The Space Marine's voice surged out of the helmet speakers like the roar of a volcano, and he towered over the mortal heads, holding a decorated spear in his left fist and a shield engraved with prayers in his right fist.
Cleopatra often felt pity for the wall brothers of the Seventh Legion.
They are known to be the most outstanding, the most outstanding and capable of their Chapter, but for ceremony, ceremony and honor, they are destined to stay here and serve for life.
They were the best of the best, each guarding the palace walls that the Imperial Fists had always defended, wasting their vast potential in a place in the galaxy that was rarely visited by war.
They don't even have names, just the names of the walls they patrol, patrolling day after day and night after night in perfect, shiny armor.
"Maybe I'm late?"
The Grand Inquisitor said with a smile.
"You have four minutes and thirteen seconds, sir."
The Space Marine replied calmly.
"But I suggest you take the Gilded Walk and go through Gate Six."
"Because they won't hold meetings in the hall?"
The Space Marine nodded.
"Yes, sir."
"They always do."
Cleopatra couldn't help complaining:
"I don't think this is appropriate. The main hall is good enough. It was built for our parliament."
Since the inception of the Royal Palace, the Main Palace has been the seat of Terra's power.
It was an awe-inspiring place, a veritable arena. In the center of the hall was the central podium, the seat of the high lord, followed by multiple levels of seats prepared for low-level officials, lords and low-level public officials.
If every seat is filled, it can accommodate 500,000 people.
It was damaged during the Siege of Terra, but was later restored, and a tall statue of Rogal Dorn was erected at the east end to commemorate the primarch of the Imperial Fists for his heroic role in the defense of Terra.
His extraordinary efforts and the extraordinary battle he fought in the corridor outside.
But it was not Dorn's decision to erect this statue. It was his brother Guilliman who ordered it to be built.
"In our darkest hour, my brother guarded the Palace, and he should always guard the Parliament."
However, after the Age of Apostasy ended, the empire's elders changed their meeting venues, except for holding plenary meetings.
They think the main hall is too big. Many people say the main hall is too noisy and too formal.
Private meetings are more popular. They are held in smaller conference rooms and appear more intimate and direct.
The most popular is where Cleopatra is going now, a rather small room with wood paneling near the top of the counterclockwise tower. It is said that the emperor preferred to use the rooms in this tower for meditation and mindfulness.
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Suddenly, the Inquisitor stopped and looked up at the cold and unpredictable eyepiece of the Space Marine. The light reflected behind the optical lens was like burning coal.
"Perhaps you have heard? The topic of this discussion is your close blood relatives, a sub-group that separated thousands of years ago, the Astral Knights."
"Yes, sir."
Emperor's Fist still answered in a calm tone.
"They did a really good job. They defeated the pirate king with so few warriors. I simply can't imagine what a miraculous battle it was."
"I am proud of our brothers."
"But some people think that they have secretly formed an alliance, a...Brotherhood of Astartes that should not exist. This is an act that is out of bounds. What do you think?"
"I will only stick to the responsibilities I have been given and will do it wholeheartedly."
Of course Cleopatra's words were not chatting, and in fact the other party was not chatting with her.
Their meeting was no accident; almost nothing on Terra is accidental.
He was testing the Imperial Fist's attitude towards this, and so was the other party, and what he said today should be spread to the mountain formation soon.
Obviously, the Imperial Fists hope to hold up a protective umbrella for this sub-group this time, and judging from the previous battle records of the Astral Knights, as a nearly destroyed chapter, they actually used a suicide attack to defeat a
The empire's great enemy, such a war example can easily win the support of the empire's military circles.
At least the new Commander-in-Chief of the Astra Militarum, Maul A. Sariel, has publicly stated that such victories should be rewarded rather than dwell on side issues.
Thinking of this, Cleopatra nodded, turned around, and walked into the dark corridor.