Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 383 You're awake? Behave yourself.

Why do we dislike Guilliman? Because he spoke the truth.

Jealousy, pure jealousy, without any other emotion. To the other Primarchs, Guilliman was the perfect child.

While Johnson opened his eyes to see Caliban's ferocious beast baring its teeth, Guilliman faced friendly humans; while Mordred sat in a cave wondering where to get a blanket, Guilliman was already soundly asleep on a soft bed; while Angron was captured by the High Knights and made a slave for both day and night, Guilliman had already inherited King Connor's legacy and become the ruler of the 500 worlds of Alteramar, a region inhabited by his own people.

Some people play survival games, some play Monster Hunter, some are involved in gangs, and some even play Fallout, Wasteland, and Frostpunk. Some people can't even afford to eat.

In terms of the original environment of the Primarch, apart from Peturabo's, none can compare with Guilliman's.

Even Perturabo is no match for Guilliman. She has a father but no mother, comes from a single-parent family, suffers from childhood amnesia, and can see the Eye of Fear when she opens her eyes.

It's all very mysterious. The Eye of Fear is in the Hazy Starfield, while Olympia is near the Great Vortex, which is in the Extreme Starfield. It's a place that's completely unrelated to Olympia, yet you can see it as soon as you open your eyes.

Only Guilliman, who was handed over to Lady Euton by King Connor as soon as he opened his eyes, was well-fed and clothed, had both parents, and was even a noble prince, living a life of unparalleled comfort.

It's just like the old saying goes: some people are born in Rome, while others are born to be beasts of burden their whole lives.

With such good conditions and such a good foundation, it would be a lie to say I'm not envious.

But what truly made the other Primarchs dislike Guilliman wasn't this, but rather his nonchalance, his air of being unaffected by the world, which, even though he had recognized the problem, still made people uncomfortable.

Especially the line, "I went home and had dinner with my mom."

When this was said, even the most good-natured Vulcan felt that Guilliman was dissing him. After all, the remaining 20 Primarchs could only make up one mother, and that mother had to be split in two: Corax's sister and Perturabo's sister.

Now that Guilliman said those words again, it was like Garen's Whisper, breaking through defenses and delivering a critical hit, relentlessly stabbing at Ass, leaving both of them speechless.

Lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife. Mordred was furious, but he couldn't muster the anger. In the end, he just sat down on the ground and collapsed, falling into impotent rage.

Meanwhile, Zhuang Sen's expression was also grim, but unlike Mordred, he was pondering an ultimate question: was Luther his adoptive father or adoptive mother, brother or son?

Only Sisyphus was fearless, petting a dog with his left hand and a cat with his right, a true entertainer.

"What? Did I say something wrong? My mother is my mother, not yours, you bunch of despicable thieves who only crawl in the shadows."

At this point, Guilliman in his juvenile form raised his chin, and with that arrogant posture, he looked exactly like a nasty brat who was showing off everywhere. Then a hand pressed down on his head.

"Radish, I have never taught you to treat your brothers like this."

“But Mother, I’m not wrong. They are not my brothers. You only have one son, and my father is King Connor, and my mother is you. These people are greedy, lazy, cunning, wicked, and stupid. They…”

"They are still your brothers!"

"Have you forgotten? You are the Primarch, you are the Lord of the 500 Worlds of Alteramar, and you are also the Regent of the Empire."

As his mother grew shorter and shorter in his eyes, from looking down to looking up, Guilliman was stunned. He knelt down and stroked Yodona's already graying hair.

"Mother, I really miss you."

“I miss you too, my child.” The elderly woman reached out her hands to straighten the crown on the giant’s head. In Mrs. Euton’s eyes, no matter how tall Guilliman grew, he was still the child who followed behind her.
"It's time to wake up from this dream. You have more important things to do. Your brothers are coming to find you. Don't keep them waiting too long."

"Mordred."

"Ah I?"

Seeing Yoton reach out to him, Mordred's anger vanished instantly. Without thinking, he lunged forward, pushing aside the inconvenient Guilliman in the process.

"Mother, am I your proudest child?" "Yes, yes, you are all my proudest children, you, Guilliman, and even the quiet Kurt, you are all the same."

You are still as energetic as ever, while Coz is more taciturn. You always keep your thoughts to yourself, believing that you are omnipotent and can handle everything, but that will be exhausting.

You've always told me that the Lord of Mankind is a riddle-maker, but I feel like you're becoming more and more like him.

"I didn't! I'm not that weasel, I've always had a plan."

"Did you tell anyone about your previous plans?"

Meeting Yoton's slightly helpless gaze, Mordred swallowed back the words he was about to say. Just as Yoton said, the Emperor was a riddle man, and so was he.
If he had been able to be open and honest with all his brothers back then, and not to view other Primarchs with prejudice, the Empire probably wouldn't be in the state it is today.

"Alright, let bygones be bygones. Only God knows what the future holds. It's getting late. Keep an eye on Guilliman for me."

The black cat rode the short-legged dog to the foot of Yoddon and followed their owner into the castle. The departing woman did not look back, for she knew her children would not disappoint her—not a single one of them.

"Who is that woman?"

“It is Lady Yoton.” The Lion King looked at Sisyphus and added, “She is also a very respectable lady.”

…………

When Guilliman opened his eyes again, all he saw was gold. The golden throne behind him was unsettling, and the pure white castle was gone.

"Are you awake?"

"Ah? Mordred and Sisyphus, you're back. I think I had a dream, and I dreamt of a short-legged dog and a big, fat cat with jet-black fur."

"Was the dog named Mordred? And the cat named Kurtz?"

Guilliman paused, as if he remembered something. The cold floor offered him no comfort, and cold sweat poured down his back. He knew everything, yet he was unwilling to consider the facts he was about to face.

Looking at Stewart III, who had already had his tubes disconnected and was warming up nearby, Guilliman smiled with relief:

"Mordred, Mother told you to take good care of me, so you can't let her down! And Zhuang Sen, I was the one who promoted you to War Marshal. You promised to be my best buddy for life. As for Sisyphus, what are you doing here!"

Wait, Calga! Calga! I see you, and those three over there too. What are you hiding for? I am your father, why are you just standing there watching?

"Ah—stop, don't hit my face, don't hit my face!"

"Shut up, and bend over properly!"

The four Smurfs, who had been dragged along on this official business, looked at each other, the deafening wails emanating from them, but none of them dared to move.

"It seems like Father has changed back."

"Yes, so can the four of us go back now?"

"How about we go out for a nice meal? I know a really good restaurant for dogs."

"No, isn't what we're doing a bit inappropriate?"

Upon hearing this, all five eyes of the three men turned to Titus. After a brief silence, Titus finally shut his mouth, stroking the black sword in his hand and murmuring:
"I'm sorry, Father, I really love this black sword too much."

(End of this chapter)