Was it too reckless to spoil the future to people who were actually living inside the story?
Bruce's view on that was simple.
If he didn't say it, he'd die.
As for what might happen after he said it—was that really his problem to worry about?
For all he knew, the moment he transmigrated into this world, Warhammer's story had already begun to change.
So for Bruce right now, there was only one thing that mattered.
And only one.
Hehe. I absolutely have to survive!
As for Sevatar and Curze, once they each learned about the future events of the Great Heresy and the Emperor being imprisoned upon the Golden Throne, their reactions were… interesting, in their own way.
The former showed almost no emotional fluctuation at all, as though he were merely listening to a story.
Or rather, he simply did not care what happened to the Imperium or the Master of Mankind.
His loyalty belonged solely to his Primarch.
Curze's reaction was similar at first.
But in the end, she could no longer hold it in and burst into laughter.
"So… the visions I saw really were true."
"Whether it's that bastard father of mine or this damned Imperium of Man, all of it is equally steeped in sin!"
"Fortunately, all of this can still be changed."
"Well done, recruit. The prophetic intelligence you provided is useful."
And just like that, Bruce's life was spared.
Curze, whose emotions were far more stable than expected, merely told him, "Recruit, keep up the good work," and then sent Sevatar away.
As for what Curze was really thinking, or what she intended to do next, that was not something Bruce needed to concern himself with for the time being.
For now, he would just take things one step at a time.
Who knew? Maybe with the memories of an Earthling and foreknowledge of the future, he really could carve out some alternative ending.
And so, several days passed.
During those few days, Bruce played the role of a proper attendant and took meticulous care of Curze, catering to her every need. Sweets, drinks—everything was provided in full.
Although Curze repeatedly insisted that he should stop treating her like a little kid, in practice she still enjoyed all of it with complete tsundere sincerity.
As a transmigrator who had come from a happy, healthy family, Bruce often thought of his little sister—who had only just started kindergarten—whenever he saw the smile Curze wore while enjoying herself.
It could be said that Bruce had projected part of his feelings onto Curze.
Partly because it was a helpless substitute.
Partly because, in a sense, the two of them really did share a "blood relationship."
Primarchs and Astartes were naturally resonant with one another on the level of gene-seed.
Not to mention that Curze now had the double buff of "little girl" and "commanding Remilia" layered together.
"Recruit, what have you prepared for today?"
Seated in her chair, Curze lightly swung the pair of bare legs peeking out beneath her skirt.
After Bruce's careful and enthusiastic feeding regimen, the thing Curze looked forward to most every day had become afternoon tea.
After all, what girl could resist fragrant, soft, pretty desserts?
And Bruce always changed things up, bringing her new varieties of sweets paired with a cup of hot tea, giving the Primarch an indescribable feeling of… delight.
"Today's dessert is—strawberry sundae!"
Bruce set the carefully prepared dessert onto the table.
When he lifted the cover, a rich, sweet fragrance of fruit and cream spread through the air. Curze stared without blinking at the towering glass before her, packed with pink scoops and red syrup.
Something like minced flesh and blood plasma…
How delightful.
Besides that, Curze also noticed biscuit sticks shaped like fingers, chocolate drops resembling eyeballs, and even fruit peel that looked uncannily like strips of human skin.
"The taste is excellent, recruit."
Curze took a bite and expressed her satisfaction.
"As it should be!"
Seeing Curze happily enjoying the ice cream filled Bruce with an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.
With memories from another world to draw upon—and an Astartes brain that functioned like a supercomputer—recreating the flavors of his old life was no difficult task for Bruce at all.
Food, after all, was pretty simple.
If you combined enough things people liked, it would almost certainly taste good.
Mooncakes with mixed nuts were the one exception.
To the Legion, Bruce's behavior looked like pure waste, the sort of thing unworthy of an Astartes.
But when Curze herself declared there was no problem with it, then if anyone else dared claim there was, Sevatar would be the first to go have a very serious talk with them.
If Bruce could keep the Primarch here, satisfy the Primarch, and even improve the Primarch's mood, then that alone was his greatest value.
To a certain extent, it made him irreplaceable.
"Mmm! Very good, very good!"
Curze had never imagined that one day she might be able to forget her troubles, forget the torment of the whispers, and simply enjoy each passing moment.
"Do the humans of your world really get to eat such a wide variety of desserts every day?"
"Well…"
That question left Bruce unsure how to answer.
Technically, yes, they could.
But that depended on the country, the region, the circumstances. Some places back home still had people struggling just to get enough to eat. Forget desserts.
"Then your world is far more perfect than the Imperium of Man my father envisioned."
After a brief analysis, Curze could only find it unbelievable.
Bruce, in his original world, had at most been an ordinary citizen.
And yet even someone like that had access to such luxurious food.
Among the wealthier sectors of the Imperium, even planetary governors and noble elites might not be able to enjoy anything like this.
"Uh…"
Bruce instantly broke into a cold sweat.
My lady, that is one comparison we really should not make lightly.
My world doesn't have the Warp, that giant cosmic cesspit.
And I would very much like to keep it that way.
Otherwise, yes, things would become truly despairing.
"Fa— no. Lady Remilia."
Sevatar entered the banquet hall without a trace of emotion, correcting himself just in time under the kindly slanted warning glance Curze shot him.
"What is it?"
Curze, looking for all the world like a little white rabbit nibbling on carrot sticks, gradually fed the finger-shaped biscuit stick into her mouth.
"Based on the portrait provided by the Acting Commander, we have successfully located the xenos that attacked the Primarch."
"What? That fast?!"
Hearing the news, Bruce was stunned.
Since when had Warhammer's administrative apparatus become this efficient?
They caught him in less than a month?
Was this really the Warhammer he knew?
Bruce had been planning to spend more time easing Curze into the idea, getting her to take the matter seriously at first and then let it go gently later.
But before he'd even finished smoothing the fur down, the challenge had already arrived at the door.
"A xenos as distinctive as this was not difficult to locate. More importantly, the Legion had no intention of letting the one who attacked the Primarch go unpunished."
Sevatar's voice was cold as ever.
This is bad.
They didn't torture him in private, did they?
Please no!
My cheat ability!
"You didn't do anything to him, did you?"
Bruce asked, sweating.
"No."
Sevatar shook his head, then said calmly,
"But as for the wretches who sheltered that xenos, I separated flesh from skin and hung them from the streetlamps."
"The Lord of Night's people will remember the fate of those traitors."
"To sympathize with a xenos, and even think of resisting us—such wretches are no ordinary traitors. They must be struck down with full force."
"…"
After hearing that, Bruce's feelings became indescribably complicated.
Blue Fatty himself was fine, apparently.
But his mental state…
That was another story.
After all, the Night Lords' methods had always been vicious and ruthless. They could terrify even alien horrors, never mind a children's mascot character.
"You seem very worried about him."
Curze abruptly asked the question after noticing Bruce's expression.
"Yes. Because this little guy may very well be our single greatest aid in changing the prophecy, so—"
Curze interrupted him.
"Then what do you intend to do?"
"Obviously we ask what happened first, then evaluate him. If he doesn't pass, then kill him."
Bruce voiced the result of his reasoning with complete calm.
He also knew that a blue robotic cat could have an enormous impact on a cesspit of a world like Warhammer.
But only on one condition:
that he had not been corrupted by Chaos.
So Bruce had to be cautious in how he used every resource and every opportunity.
"Bring him in. I have a few things I would like to ask him myself."
Curze waved a hand and gave the order.
"Yes."
Sevatar bowed, turned, and left.
"Recruit."
"Yes!"
Bruce was snapped out of his thoughts and answered at full volume.
"To you, how important is this companion from your world?"
Bruce hesitated a moment, then answered:
"About as important as the Emperor's salvation is to humanity."
"Because he really can change this world. And change us."
"But that's only if he really is the all-powerful robotic cat I know."
Bruce's tone gradually grew heavier.
"I see."
Curze set down her silver spoon, hopped down from the chair, smoothed the folds of her dress, and assumed an elegant, noble stance.
Next, she would personally receive this important figure Bruce spoke of so highly.
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