Corax's words disrupted his plan. Without the Raven Lord by his side, the exploration of the Gothic Sector could only be more conservative.
"Soon..." Corax recalled certain things, "Give me the fastest frigate and I will return within two months. Trust me, I will not delay your battle here."
"...No problem." Calvin looked at Corax and ultimately didn't ask too much.
Following Calvin's order, a Serpent-class frigate was moved from the rear of the fleet to the side of the flagship.
The two Primarchs also said goodbye to each other after a brief and silent gaze.
Corax did not ask for additional manpower. Apart from the navigator, there were only servitors with mechanical minds on board the entire frigate;
And when the supplies needed for the voyage were delivered, he stood under the Eye of Gorgon on the cargo deck and waved goodbye to Calvin in the distance.
In the chapel on the bridge dome, Calvin watched the frigate aboard the Raven Lord leave.
The dim sacred candles behind him reflected the densely packed shrines on the walls, and the burning incense floated along with the ethereal hymns; while at high places that were not covered by the ground lighting, starlight was falling from the top of the hall.
Calvin turned around and looked up at the huge sculptures, but what he was thinking about in his mind at this time was what Corax said before leaving.
"To entrust things to him for safekeeping" and "to pursue one's own destiny".
Fate? What kind of fate would make Corax need to explain his future affairs?
What was the reason that made him choose himself?
"Forget it..." Calvin gave up thinking. He had too few clues and really had no clue.
And since he didn't make it clear to himself, it meant that the matter was not that urgent for the time being.
The original body stood by the porthole, leaning on the huge curtain hanging from the top of the window.
The scarlet and fine fibers were made of unknown material, but they gave Calvin a rough and thick sense of security.
Enemies and allies have appeared on the surface, and other forces are looming in the dark.
Goth, Lucius, Black Stone, Holy Relics, Black Legion, Death Guard, and the whereabouts of the person pointed to by the message he received when he first came here...
Just as Calvin was submerging himself in the huge curtain, thinking about the gains and losses and the rights and wrongs since setting off from Terra.
At the far end of the field of vision, there was unexpectedly the sound of the door being pushed gently.
It's not the main entrance, and the guards there won't allow anyone to disturb them.
This is not his daily office time. Unless there is something urgent, even the Imperial Guards will not disturb him at this time.
It can only be a small door on the side, but at the end of the corridor is the dormitory of high-ranking officers.
Although it is called a "dormitory", it is actually a huge building complex that is not part of the original body's dormitory.
The officers of the Tindaros Legion and all the command deck officers lived in the gorgeous palace prepared for them.
The supporting facilities there are extremely complete. Of course they have their own exclusive church, but who would leave the church in the officers' area and come to this small hall on the tower of the bridge building?
Who is it?
Calvin hid his aura and blended himself with the surrounding curtains.
And the footsteps didn't keep him waiting for long, they appeared quietly with a slight sound of folding pages closing.
In the gap between the staggered pillars, the footsteps stepped on the heavy carpet in the center of the chapel, making a thump, thump, thump, metal collision sound.
The sound of hard metal boot soles, which even this carpet could not eliminate, successfully betrayed the whereabouts of the visitor.
Wow...
Amidst the slight friction between armor and armor, there was a heavy metallic sound.
After a long sigh, the confessional prayer belonging to the state religion rang in Calvin's ears.
"Only your holiness can forgive my mistakes..."
Battle Sister, but don't know which one.
Calvin listened in the darkness, and after his previous special experience, his impression of these people also changed.
But to be honest, at least before this, Calvin's positioning of the Battle Sisters has always been based on respect on the outside, but also has some subtle stereotypes and prejudices in his heart.
The positions of these people may be trustworthy, and they may have been professionally trained and armed. However, because of their fanatical beliefs, they do not prioritize tactics in actual battles.
Even among the internal armed forces of the Empire, there is a tacit consensus about the Battle Sisters:
That is, under any circumstances, if you want to switch tactics, please kill the Battle Sisters around you first (otherwise they will kill you first).
In any case, if your commanding officer, Second Best, drank too much the day before the tactical meeting and agreed to hand over your flank position to a force of Battle Sisters, then automatically ignore their presence (they will start the battle again)
The entire army charged in the first second, and then lost their position cleanly).
But after experiencing the battle on Ophelia No. 7 and the recovery of the tactical team on the ground in Farr, Calvin has discovered the advantages of this unit and the areas in which they are truly good at.
"Only your mercy allows me to face my shortcomings..."
The prayer continued, and Calvin confirmed the identity of the visitor.
Battle Sister, no, should be said to be "Living Saint" Padilla.
This battle sister, who had been granted extraordinary powers by the Emperor, had apparently awakened from her previous coma.
However, due to his tight schedule, Calvin was never able to see the living saint who was born under his own witness.
Yes, after being received back from the ground on the Silver Dawn, out of politeness and equal respect for this force, the area where Padilla and her sisters were placed was precisely the officers second only to the Gray Knights.
activity area.
Considering Padilla's special status, it is not surprising that she avoided the public auditorium there and came to this remote small hall.
Far away from the crowds, this is the highest point in the Silver Dawn superstructure that is allocated to the public area.
The view here is wide and quiet enough, which just meets the needs of people with "distinguished characteristics" like Padilla to find a spiritual haven.
It just happened that today, Calvin had nothing to do after seeing Corax off, so he came here intending to enjoy a moment of peace.
So when the battle sister appeared and began her confession to the emperor, Calvin, who subconsciously hid his figure, did not want to disturb this private act of faith.
Hmm...especially after it became obvious in the second half of Padilla's prayer that there were some contents that could not be made public.
Hidden in the curtain, Calvin could only smile bitterly, hoping that this confession would end soon...
"The benevolent and almighty Emperor, I should reflect on my impetuous heart..."
Padilla's prayer continued, but the content of the confession already made Calvin feel strange...
"I shouldn't have spoken harshly to her because I didn't pay enough attention to her personal appearance..."
Okay, so far the prayer is pretty normal.
Calvin rubbed his nose secretly, calculating how much time was left until the next meeting...
But what happened next was somewhat beyond his expectation.
Because as a newly promoted living saint, Padilla obviously has a lot of pressure on him.
And some of the words that were piling up in her heart could only be spoken on this occasion.
"I shouldn't be disgusted with Sister Mirius just because of her snoring while sleeping...
I shouldn't have wanted to choke her at a certain moment because of her sleep apnea..."