Dante rarely sleeps outside of Barr. He always has too many things to do, too many problems waiting for him to make decisions, and his actions must be constantly understood and intervened at the appropriate time.
Thousands of souls seek his guidance, billions of creatures need his protection, Space Marine physique allows him to remain vigilant at all times, and lack of sleep will not have much impact on him.
Only when he rests in the blood coffin hall can he give his soul a rest.
In the final analysis, he is still just a human being. He needs sleep, otherwise he would not return to his flagship as soon as possible after the war ends.
Such a rest is very short, and he must open his eyes and handle more affairs after a few hours.
Including meetings with two commanders.
When he was tossing and turning in the bed, the bloody dream still tormented him.
Traitor Astart is walking through the burning world, the Primros of the Insurgent led a twisted legion on the bloody road, and the screams of billions of human beings are shaking the foundations of the real world.
The Milky Way is constantly waving, and the army of demons rushed out of the cracks in the sky, and the brass bell rang the bell of the doomsday.
Destruction! Destruction! Destruction!
Dante was attacked from both sides and back. A huge face above his head was gradually emerging, and it was looking down at Dante with victory.
"Horus!"
Dante gasped, and a huge claw reached down and grabbed him, ready to crush him.
"grown ups."
An old voice mixed in the hustle and bustle of hell.
"grown ups!"
Then, a pair of weak hands were shaking his arms.
Dante suddenly woke up, and under the stimulation of the terrifying thing in his dream, he suddenly stretched out his hands and held the old servant's throat.
His teeth stretched out and his face was congested. The nightmare made him involuntarily bring himself into a state of combat.
"Sir, it's me!"
Alafeo's twisted fingers tried in vain to release Dante's hand, and the blood angel leader's fangs stretched out, and the blood slave's heart rate rose sharply under his iron fist.
"Sir, please wake up quickly!"
The next moment, the suffocating pressure on Alaveo's throat disappeared, and Dante's face gradually became clear.
Alaveo retreated several steps, Dante quickly turned over and got out of bed, rushed to the side of the attendant and military officer, and held him with the hand that was trying to strangle Alaveo a few seconds ago.
"Old guy."
He ordered Dante to speak.
"I...I'm very sorry, did I hurt you? My dreams have been very dark recently. Are you okay? Look at me!"
Alafeo leaned against a sofa, Dante gently held his face and inspected it carefully.
The pinching marks on the servant's neck are gradually fading.
"I'm fine, sir."
Seeing that the other party was really fine, Dante forced a breath.
"Old guy, why did you suddenly appear here?"
"I have done everything you ordered and ready to wait for you to wake up, but-"
"Please forgive me, you did your best to do your job, but I almost hurt you."
"It's okay, sir."
Dante suppressed his urge to refute him.
"What does it mean? I'm completely likely to break your neck. You're only one step away from death."
"But I'm not dead, sir."
Alaveo gasped and smiled:
"I gave you a rest, and I will be more careful when serving you in the future."
Dante smiled.
"At least your spirit has not received any blow, my friend."
Dante glanced at the clock and he couldn't remember the time before bed.
“How long have I slept?”
"You've slept for less than five hours, sir."
"Five hours?"
Dante originally planned to take a three-hour break because there was a very important banquet next - he would meet with the famous commander of the Soshiyan, the Knight of the Astrology.
"Why no one came to wake me up?"
Alafeo looked in the eyes of his master. It took him half a century to dare to do such a move for the first time after serving. He was one of the few people allowed by Dante to see his face.
They are all old, just according to their respective standards.
"Because I didn't allow them to do this, you've already consumed too much energy, sir. You have to rest."
"I appreciate your concern, but I still have matters to deal with, and they are much more important than my rest."
Alaveo's hand was twisted like a tree root due to arthritis, and he used these hands to hand Dante's towel.
Dante's eyes stopped on these hands, and the old servant looked aside, feeling ashamed of his weakness.
"I will rest, and you should go and rest."
Alaveo's trembling hands were still stretching forward.
"You haven't even rested, how can I rest with peace of mind?"
"We are different, our destiny is different, and our responsibilities are different."
"Your responsibility is much greater than mine. If I had passed the test, maybe the burden on me would have been similar to yours, but I did not. I am a servant, not an angel... Nevertheless, we should all serve the Emperor in our own way, and my way is to help you bear the burden as much as possible, no matter how small these burdens are."
“Yes, we are all serving.”
Dante took the towel, Alaveo bowed, turned around and prepared to open Dante's coat rack and pull out the new lining.
His movements began to slow down, and whenever he was tired, his hands would tremble even harder, and he was becoming more and more tired now.
On one side, there was a 1,500-year war as a warrior, and on the other side, there were eighty years of service as a servant, but in the final analysis, both of them were just servants.
Dante looked at the other party and suddenly thought, if he had a choice, would he exchange identities with his attendant and military officer?
Dante believes he will not do it voluntarily, but if he has no choice, he will never complain about it.
In any case, serving the emperor is serving the emperor, and there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority.
Everyone has their own roles, and Alafeo is right in this regard.
This humility in his servant made him feel ashamed of himself.
“Alafeo.”
Dante said softly:
"You have done enough for me today. Thank you for saving me a lot of hard work. I am deeply grateful for this. Let's go and rest now. This is the order."
"Sir, time is tight, and the distinguished guest is already on the way."
"I understand, then hurry up and put on armor for me."
He turned his head and stopped facing Alaveo.
"Of course, sir."
The old servant nodded and took out a brand new lining.