The moment his adoptive father's voice disappeared from his mind, Morgan's answers came one after another.

Diametrically opposed.

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Perturabo laughed.

He turned around and left his electronic screen for the first time. Behind him, orders that were enough to keep the entire world busy for the rest of the day were being sent out in an orderly manner.

"Art?"

"It's just some entertainment, ma'am."

"You have to know that I am a general. I don't need so-called arts. No one will need them. You should understand that what you serve is the empire, a place composed of emperors, generals and troops."

Perturabo opened his mouth, telling his unbelievable self-evaluation and the reality that he had to believe.

Then, he saw Morgan's smile.

【Do you like death, Your Excellency?】

This was almost an offense, and these few words successfully made the Lord of Steel's expression gloomy again.

"If this is your bad metaphor, then I will tell you very clearly that in the galaxy, no one really likes death unless it is smashed on the head of his enemy."

[Yes, no one likes death, and no one wants death. Whether it is an individual, a legion, or an empire, death is resisted. 】

The silver-haired female official crossed her fingers and placed them on her chin.

[Death is an ominous tranquility, a dark silence, and a sad future without dreams, passion, changes and surprises.]

[But isn’t that exactly what a world without art and aesthetics is like? 】

Perturabo was silent, his eyes were covered in shadows, his lips trembled, but he did not speak.

[Is it possible that when the galaxy is plunged into eternal war, soldiers and bloodthirsty war machines advance in the endless wasteland, and everyone in every world has no mission except to provide supplies for the cannibal war? Paintings and songs

It is regarded as a useless waste, the statues of gods occupy the theater, and the scriptures cover up the academic world... How is this world different from death? 】

[And we are fighting here, our journey spans the Milky Way and the galaxy, and we are dedicating everything to a better future. Isn’t it just to prevent the future of mankind from happening like this? 】

"..."

Heavy breathing.

It was only then that Morgan seemed to wake up from a dream. She lowered her head and realized that she had offended a Primarch.

[Excuse me, Your Excellency, I just...]

"No!"

Perturabo interrupted her, and he was quiet for a while, until the final electronic sound came, which meant the end of today's work - and a short break.

Then, he pointed to the seat next to him and spoke in a commanding tone.

"sit down."

He said.

"go on."
Chapter completed!