Warhammer: Filial Piety Makes Power

Chapter 64 The Iron Warrior Who Hopes His Mother Will Become a Phoenix (3k)

"Mr. Wayne, are you trying to take Abo away from me?"

As Kelly Fanny strolled through the farmland, she sighed. She hadn't seen her sister for almost two weeks, which made her feel a sense of crisis that she might never see Peturabo again. Finally, she asked Mordred about this question.

However, Mordred wasn't listening at all. Instead, she focused all her attention on the delicious-looking pineapples around her. Some Atlas couldn't resist their appetite and started eating them raw.

"Little Fanny, what are you saying? It's as if I've ruined your family relationship. I'm here to integrate into this family. Making our lives better is more important than anything else."

"As for why Pepe isn't coming back, I think it's because she suddenly realized her shortcomings, such as how to build a Phobos III plasma reactor by hand, or dealing with government affairs."

For Kelly, who grew up in a feudal world, the concept of a reactor was completely incomprehensible, and even the little toys that Perturabo made were novel things to her.

But being inexperienced doesn't mean being stupid. She nodded, feigning composure, and snatched the pineapple Mordred had already half-eaten, even thoughtfully wiping her mouth for her.

"Your Highness, it's not ripe yet, it tastes very sour right now. Why are you acting like a child?"

Kelly was right. Even for Mordred's palate, the pineapple was far too sour and astringent. It even made his tongue feel a little numb, and he could only wipe his mouth reluctantly.

"Fanny, if Pepe sees us being so close, won't she beat us up? Unlike me, I only feel sorry for my sister."

"Your Highness is joking. I watched Abo grow up. She would never harm her family. As for you, are you still afraid of your own sister?"

Through those smiling eyes, a series of images suddenly flashed through Mordred's mind. He saw a young Perturabo holding his hand, calling him, or rather, Kelly Fanny, "sister."

He also saw himself playing and frolicking with Peturabo in the city-state, watching his sister assemble mechanical dolls in the workshop, and trying his best to understand the mechanical knowledge, even though he found it very difficult to learn.

The incredibly realistic visuals gave Mordred a sense of immersion, as if he were experiencing Kelly Fanny's childhood from a third-person perspective, especially the ordinary yet intense happiness, which fascinated him immensely.

Mordred realized that this must be a new ability that had been awakened after his Prairie Walk, Dimensional Lightning, and Greenskin Field, and that the source was either an archangel or a bat cub.

"Judging from this, it might just be a knock-off version that combines the two."

As the camera gradually shifts, Mordred sees more: the Emperor arrives and takes away his Abo; the Legion conscripts, taking away all the able-bodied men of Olympia.

Even though the planet was unified, no longer plagued by war, and benefited from the technological advancements brought by the Empire, the lives of the Olympians were far from what they used to be.

As more and more novel things flooded into Olympia, people had no choice but to work in factories or enlist in the army to make a living, becoming a source of fuel for their sister's participation in the Great Expedition.

"Just be patient, things will definitely get better in the future. Abo is the pride of all of us Olympians."

"Yes, the Empire's truth is correct. The Emperor launched the Great Expedition for the sake of humanity, and his own sister is participating in it. But wars always come to an end eventually."

"Everything will be alright as long as Abo comes back!"

Mordred heard herself repeating this phrase over and over in her mind, and her conviction grew stronger with each repetition. For this, she did not hesitate to arrest her father, who had become the leader of the resistance.

"Father, why did you betray us?"

The pain emanating from his heart was evident in his question. Mordred looked at the withered old man who was on the verge of death, his father, who was known as the 'tyrant'.

"why?
I don't know. All I know is that the future of the Olympians shouldn't be one of being exploited to death in factories; all I know is that Olympia is currently suffering from constant famine; and I know even more that my daughter is dead, and another daughter is aiding and abetting evil.

My dear Fanny, could you grant me one last request? Please ask my little Peturabo if she still remembers that her hometown is called Olympia.

Tyrant, rebel, father—in short, that man died before his eyes, and he never saw his little Peturabo again until his death.

The shattered dream vanished completely, and a rebel named Kelly Fanny awoke from the ashes, until the daughter of Olympia returned to her homeland.

Amidst the shattered ruins, Mordred, her neck bound, gazed at the towering giant before her, and heard his final words:

“You are weak. Poorly forged steel will eventually become as fragile as a reed, and you never understand that.”

Abo, you use indifference to mask your fear of the unknown and uncontrollable, thinking that failure will not come. But look at what Olympia has become under your indifference.
You're such a child who'll never grow up.

"Mordred, are you listening to me?" A call shattered this incredibly realistic illusion, bringing Mordred's wondrous experience to an end.

“Haha, Kelly Fanny, you’re quite an interesting person.” Mordred crouched down, lifted Kelly up, and placed her on his shoulder.
“Of course, I’m listening, Kelly. I’m really starting to admire you more and more. Why don’t you come to Atlas? I’ll give you everything you want—power, wealth, gourmet food, even immortality. Think about it?”

"Please forgive me for refusing your kindness. My daughter, Abo, is now the leader of the legion. As her older sister, I must share her burden and be her strongest support. You should understand my predicament."

Mordred remained silent, only smiling in response, and continued her stroll through the fields, this time with a familiar stranger on her shoulder.

If this scene were witnessed by Perturabo, who is obsessed with his sister, he would probably be tempted to drag Mordred to her death. But right now, she has no time to care, because the legion she named Iron Warriors is too clingy.

Because of the Geneseed, a unique product that is neither scientific nor purely subspace-based, the Space Marines can be considered as a modern-day demonic army belonging exclusively to the Primarch.

Once the Primarch returns, that inexplicable special connection will begin to take effect, making the Canned Boys more and more like their Primarch.

As we all know, Perturabo is a conflicted person no matter which timeline he's in, and Iron Warrior is no exception. In just one week, he became immersed in his mother's warm embrace, and then, he started to act conflicted.

That's right, the first one to get conflicted wasn't Perturabo, but rather the Iron Warrior who had been spoiled by Mordred!
"Mother, as the leader of the legion, you must be in charge of everything in the legion. Stop being lazy. Here are the documents that need to be approved for the Fourth Legion due to the name change. Please sign for them."

"And this is the list of supplies needed for the next quarter after the Legion leaves Atlas. It also needs your stamp and signature."

As for the quota allocated by the Mechanical Cult, you'll need to discuss that with the Great Sage yourself. Get to work quickly, you're the best!

Surrounded by his offspring, Peturabo felt like he was going crazy. He could only watch as tons of documents were placed in front of him and listen to the chilling array of arrangements.

"Alright, I'll complete the mission. You can all go now."

After handing over their authority, the Steel Warriors quickly left, leaving only Peturabo on the bridge, engrossed in his work. Peturabo didn't complain much about the complicated administrative tasks.

After all, the moment she returned to the Legion, she announced that the Iron Warriors would be separated from Atlas, and she didn't want to be controlled by others at every turn.

"As long as I control the legion, I will have the strength to fight against that bastard. Mordred, just you wait!"
"You look down on me, don't you? I'll prove I'm no less than anyone else. I'll become Father's most capable assistant, and I'll surpass all of you."

However, just as she finally finished correcting all the documents and was ready to take a good rest, Frix reappeared in front of her, carrying a huge tome and a thick spreadsheet:

“Mother, you have ten minutes to rest. This is the study plan His Highness Mordred has devised for you.”

"What? It's so thick? Mordred must be joking!"

The legion leaders, headed by Fricks, echoed:

“Mother is right. His Highness Mordred is really too unreasonable. His plan is too complicated, so we have adjusted this study plan to ensure that it is a condensed essence.”

After he finished speaking, Fricks handed over a list that was many times more concise than Mordred's.

Seeing how considerate his offspring were, Perturabo was very satisfied. He thought to himself that these 60,000 suddenly added offspring could still distinguish who their original owners were, and he readily accepted them.

"Titan Training Methods," "Eight Tips for Unleashing Your Potential with Plasma Thermofusion," "Clever Head Goff's Legion Management"... and this "Rambo Tom 3000 Questions," are you sure these are reliable?"

Looking at their Primarch, whose eyes were already dark from staying up all night, the Iron Warriors felt a pang of sympathy. But the thought that this was the only chance to make the Legion great again only strengthened their resolve.

Moreover, these plans were taught to them by their second uncle. How could Prince Mordred harm his own sister?

“Mother, this is definitely the most efficient solution! His Highness Mordred can do it anyway, but considering your shortcomings, I still suggest starting with the simplest squire-level knight.”

Before Frix could finish speaking, just hearing Mordred's name, Peturabo made a decision, stating that he was absolutely capable of completing the task.

"I can't wait to start training, get me straight to Titan!"

"Good, as expected of our Primarch. Go and invite His Highness Mordred."

(End of this chapter)