Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 28 Forgrim Wants to Debut as an Imperial Idol
Forgrim admitted that he did have some prejudice against Mordred before he came, but after talking with him, he realized that his purity was still too low.

As Fugrim got to know his brother better, he realized that not only was he a person with a rather perverse sense of humor, but he was also very twisted, always thinking that someone wanted to harm him. He was an abstract and complex individual, a perfect example of paranoia.

And then there's the inconsistent level of morality; one minute they say they've given the people a peaceful and stable life, that they'll make them live a good life, and that everyone will have access to education and jobs.

One minute they're saying the emperor didn't kill enough, and it would be better to kill off the eleven nobles and let more promising new blood rise to power...

The whole thing is full of bizarre and nonsensical theories. If we really killed all the nobles, how would we manage the empire without these rulers?

Mordred even predicted that he would suffer a great calamity in the future and be troubled by love for the rest of his life, just like the tragic third-rate knights that noble ladies like. The most ridiculous thing is that he is the female lead. What is he thinking?

"Mordred."

"Call me Second Brother!" Forgrim felt exhausted, but finally spoke:

"Second brother, aren't you going a bit too far? Father just sent me here to help you. You don't need to talk to me about ideals and ambitions. All I want right now is to revitalize the legion. Can you give me a hand?"

Also, why does the food on our table look so strange? Are you sure it's not a human corpse?

Mordred snorted, thinking to himself that this country bumpkin was really ignorant. This was a super mushroom unique to their peaceful world, and others couldn't even get their hands on it.

"Third sister! You don't know this, but even though I managed to build Ningjing into a successful place in just three years, I have countless mouths waiting to be fed the moment I open my eyes."

Don't laugh at me, but the Second Legion was able to develop entirely thanks to our diligence and thrift. Do you think we wanted to pick up other people's trash? We were just terrified of being poor!

To be able to make swindling and deception sound so inspiring, Fugrim admits that he is indeed not as good as this brother. At least he can't do it in front of the victim without batting an eye and patting himself on the back.

"I don't care, my father told me to come find you, so I'm sticking with you."

The best way to deal with someone who talks nonsense is not to argue with him. So Forgrim stayed put and started to taste the strange dishes instead.

"Do you have any wine? I'd like some wine."

"No, don't even think about it. We only have orange juice and coconut juice here. You can choose!"

Mordred knew that Forgrim was a problem, and once they were integrated into the logistics system, his embezzlement and extortion would be impossible to hide.

Not to mention he also likes to conduct small experiments, all of which violate the imperial truth, but he can't kick him out, so it seems he has no choice but to bleed a little.

"How about this, I'll allocate a piece of land for you, and you can go there to focus on recuperating. I'll provide whatever supplies you need, and I'll also find a way to cure the withering disease in the Emperor's son, as long as you..."

Are you giving me charity?

This short sentence rendered Mordred speechless. Seeing the sudden drop in Forgrim's mood, he quickly changed his words:
"How could that be? You're overthinking it. I just... well, okay! I admit I just didn't want you involved in the transport, but aren't you right too?"

Perhaps because of his previous experiences, Phoenix thought Mordred was an oddball, and oddballs are a good emotional dumping ground. Regardless of whether he wanted to or not, after two cups of coconut juice, he began to pour out his heart:

"Of course you wouldn't understand that in order to protect the honor of the legion, I had to engage in diplomatic conquest with my offspring to minimize armed conflict as much as possible."

Even so, due to the small number of personnel, the Legion was assessed by the Terra Council as unsuitable for participating in the expedition. Even my father was disappointed in me and was ultimately left to you.

We are the only legion that uses the eagle symbol as its legion emblem, yet we are now unable to participate in the expedition.

We are equals. Ever since I reached tranquility, you have been deceiving me, and now you still want to erase the last vestiges of my glory.

I don't want charity; I want dignity. The Third Army isn't just for show. Even if I'm relegated to managing logistics, I want my father to know I'm the best. Do you understand?

"Ah this!"

After hearing this monologue, Mordred felt a bit numb, thinking, "Why is this guy so nagging? He's my brother, why is he so concerned about this rating? It'll only distort my efforts."

I'm kindly giving you a subsidy of billions; if it were me, I'd probably be laughing in my sleep. I have to be mindful of your feelings.

"Alright, fine! I'll send someone to coordinate with you, but let's make this clear first: now that you're here, the Emperor's Son must abide by the rules of Tranquility." "Of course."

Having been treated as an equal, the phoenix immediately agreed, completely shedding its previous unlucky demeanor, and transformed back into the proud Purple Court Phoenix.

This rather smooth transition made Mordred realize that he might have been tricked; his political acumen, which was about the same as that of the canines, was indeed no match for the seasoned veterans outside.

"The aid is gone too. We Atlas people are poor and lack ambition. We have nothing to support you. You'd better figure it out yourself."

Now it was Forgrim's turn to hesitate. His expression changed several times before he actually suggested a loan, leaving Mordred completely bewildered.

"No, you were really so poor you only had one ship left? How did you end up so useless? You just said you conquered several planets through politics and diplomacy. Were you just playing me for a fool?"

"I had no choice!"

Soon, after Forgrim's explanation, Mordred finally understood the reason and why the third brother in front of him was different from the one in his memory.

According to Forgrim, he did not unify the homeworld as in the original history. Instead, he only occupied one factory before the Emperor descended and unified Chemos.

During this period, even the least accomplished of his brothers had achieved the feat of unifying the planet, which greatly alarmed the eight-year-old Fogg.

That's right. Perhaps because of Mordred's intrusion, Phoenix was only eight years old at this time! She was only five when the Emperor discovered her.

The unfortunate five-year-old child was raised by a giant golden man, but after only six months, the Emperor abandoned him and simply handed him over to Horus. That's when the Emperor discovered Mordred.

But that's not all. Since Chemos wasn't conquered by Forgrim himself, and given the Emperor's brutal parenting methods, it was bound to be a barrage of psychological manipulation and empty promises, leaving Forgrim trembling with fear every day, terrified of being accused of incompetence.

Then at this point, the immature Fogg started to put on a show of strength, doing all sorts of flashy but impractical things every day. His only attempt at military conquest failed because Atlas left without saying goodbye.

As for the worlds that were negotiated, he gave them to Horus, who was his mentor, even though Horus had no intention of taking children's snacks.

In the end, the Third Legion had nothing but a ship and Chemos's rule, besides a lot of empty titles.

"No wonder I always felt something was off about you. It wasn't my eyesight that was off; you're really short. How tall are you?"

“Three and a half meters.” The proud phoenix raised its neck and stared at the giant in front of it.

"You're talking nonsense. You're at most 3.1 meters tall, which is almost as tall as Ah Fa, who has a level two disability."

After being mocked, Forgrim's overly strong sense of pride kicked in again, and he immediately said that Vulcan was only four years old and must be shorter than him.

Mordred was now certain of one thing: the little guy wasn't politically astute; he was just a stubborn brat.

"Are you an idiot? One revolution of Nocturne is equivalent to 15 revolutions of Terra, and that black guy is taller than me."

"Forget it, forget it. You don't even know this. I don't expect you to be able to support the legion. I'll show you a way that will ensure your 700-plus men don't starve and that you can also gain some prestige."

Forgrim was very excited; this was exactly what he wanted. He quickly pressed for an answer:

"what is that?"

“Good question!” Mordred grinned, his eyes darting back and forth over Forgrim, lingering particularly on his flowing silver hair.

"Forgrim, why don't you debut as an Imperial Idol? I've even thought of a stage name for you, how about Snow White?"

　Figurine King Trivia Time:
　　Some readers asked if the Corgi Space Marines have a genital wart, and even said that the Space Marines' powerful digestive abilities mean they don't have a genital wart at all.

　　To this, I can only reply that the Space Marines simply have very little desire in that area, not that they are physically eunuchs.
　　As for chrysanthemums, they are carbon-based organisms after all. No matter how strong their digestive ability is, there will still be residue. If they don't excrete, their stomachs will be full of waste.

　　Finally, the Grey Knight's orbital landing is complete, and it's time for the Figurine King to make his escape.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)