"Why isn't my new recruit awake yet? What's going on? Didn't you say this Apothecary was supposed to be good?"
"He's being treated right now, so please calm yourself, milady…"
"This is so annoying! Without my new recruit, it's inconvenient for me to go anywhere. I have to crane my neck up to look at people."
"If milady doesn't mind, I can temporarily serve as your mount—heavy breathing—"
"Get lost! You think you're worthy?"
"Lansahai, this is your last chance! If my new recruit still doesn't wake up, then you can die. There won't be another opportunity."
"F-Father… Acting Commander Bruce… he clearly doesn't have an external injury. He has the taint of Chaos on him!"
"What? Are you saying my new recruit has something to do with Chaos daemons? Ridiculous!"
"Sevatar! Drag this insolent fool out and kill him! Quickly! I never want to see him again!"
"Please calm down, milady… he's already the best Apothecary in our legion. If you kill him, then no one will be able to save the recruit."
"What do you mean? You're not even listening to my orders now? Then I hate you! Sevatar, I hate you the most!"
"..."
"Someone! Restrain Lansahai! Our Night Haunter has run out of patience with this insolent traitor!"
…
What the hell is going on…
Listening to the chaotic noise around him—and especially the frantic cry of "You can't do this! I want to see the Emperor! I want to see the Emperor!"—Bruce was finally jolted awake.
His consciousness flowed back in pieces, along with scattered fragments of memory. But compared to the nauseating confusion of his first transmigration, this time he came online much faster.
So that's all Tzeentch had, huh? Some Chaos God you are. Didn't I still one-shot you in the end?
Still… getting knocked out by the villain at a critical plot point again? Do I really need to consider dyeing my hair blond and setting off across the Warhammer universe to search for the meaning of my journey?
"What… happened?" Bruce muttered as he pushed himself up from the soft bed.
At once, the entire room froze.
Even the two fairy maids who had been working together to tie up a silver-haired, red-eyed Apothecary stopped moving. The desperate pleas turned into relieved sobbing.
"Acting Commander! You're awake?!" Lansahai burst into tears, looking like he was about to drop to the floor and kowtow.
He had thought this was supposed to be an easy job. Save an Astartes recruit, get released from prison, and the Primarch would stop pursuing the matter of his human experimentation. Who knew that the person he was supposed to save was the acting commander of the legion?
While I was in jail, since when could a fresh recruit become Acting Commander? This world is completely insane.
"Mm… more or less, I guess, but… huh?!"
Bruce rubbed the back of his throbbing, aching head. The instant he turned toward the speaker, he froze. His brows rose slightly, as if he had entered a deep-thinking mode.
Sorry, the information load here is too much. I genuinely don't know what to say.
Question: when you wake up after defeating a major boss and see a silver-haired, red-eyed, gorgeous young woman who looks exactly like Warfarin standing in front of you—what are you supposed to think?
Especially when you know you've transmigrated into Warhammer.
What the hell, Tzeentch? Where did you dump me? Is this even still Terra?
"New recruit!" Curze's deeply displeased voice rang out.
His train of thought shattered immediately. Bruce hurriedly turned to Curze and apologized at once.
"Sorry… my head's a mess."
"Then why did you stare at her for so long after waking up? Is there some reason?"
As she spoke, Curze shot Lansahai a vicious glare.
Then, in a tone sharp enough to cut flesh, she asked, "Could it be that this one carries the taint of Chaos?"
"I'm not! Acting Commander, save me!" Lansahai writhed on the ground like a bound worm.
Damn it, I didn't even do anything and you're already labeling me a Chaos worshipper. Is this even reasonable?
Since when did the Primarch become this petty? You're obviously taking revenge on me, aren't you?
"Not at all~"
Having instantly realized what was going on, Bruce quickly put on a confused act. Scratching the back of his head, he gave Curze the kind of bright, sunny-boy smile that could light up a room.
"That's because I wanted the first thing I saw to be you, in your best state."
"Only that would be worthy of my most dignified young lady, wouldn't it?"
Hiss—
Terrifying.
"Bruce, remember this: when a woman suddenly picks a fight, there is always a reason. You have to find the clue before responding, otherwise…"
You'll die.
Bruce had forgotten who originally said that profoundly philosophical line, though he vaguely remembered it being some good brother with Makoto in his name.
"Ahem!" Curze stiffened for a moment, then blushed slightly and cleared her throat. "You really are still a recruit. Even at a time like this, you're still thinking about your own condition?"
"So how are you feeling now? Is there anywhere that hurts?"
"Do you need more rest? I can have Sevatar handle the legion's affairs for now. If necessary, I can stay here with you."
Wow. Is the Primarch… actually worried about me?
How utterly—
Terrifying!
Looking at the flushed girl before him, Bruce didn't find her adorable at all. He found her horrifying, because he still remembered all too clearly how terrifying Curze had been when they first met. The original Bruce had died on the spot.
More importantly, this was a Primarch. In the entire galaxy, only the Emperor himself was more manly, more ferocious, stronger, and more waaagh than they were—superhuman paragons of overwhelming masculinity!
"Thank you for your concern! I don't feel any discomfort at all," Bruce said, shaking his head as he hurriedly climbed out of bed.
And only then did he realize—
This room…
was Curze's?!
Holy shit!
"No problems at all?" Curze tilted her head back, both curious and concerned as she examined her precious oversized son.
"Really, I'm fine! It just feels like I took a nap. I'm completely recovered now!" Bruce said as he struck a pose, flexing his muscles to make them look firm and powerful.
Normally, that kind of pose would look ridiculous and stupid on an Astartes—but considering Bruce's profoundly abnormal way of thinking, by Warhammer standards, it somehow reassured Curze instead.
At the very least, it proved the boy was indeed okay.
"Good."
Curze nodded, then added, "If anything feels wrong, tell me immediately. You're important to the legion, understand?"
"Understood!" Bruce bowed his head at once.
At the same time, though, he could practically feel countless blades stabbing into his back—cold, sharp, and sour with resentment.
He didn't even need to look to know where they were coming from.
Sevatar, and all those Black Guards.
Heh. "Important to the legion," is it…
"F-Father."
"Hm?"
"What happened to the traitor Savrok?" Bruce asked with an expression of perfect seriousness, steering the conversation back to proper business.
Hopefully my colleagues won't remember these completely irrelevant details. I have no intention of fighting for favor or scheming my way upward, so please don't start imagining me as some manipulative social climber.
"He's dead. But the instant you killed him, you suddenly lost consciousness. The Librarians at the scene found traces of the Warp. Their conclusion is that it was the work of a Chaos daemon."
"So are you really sure you're fine?" Curze asked again, her voice full of concern.
"I'm fine."
Bruce shook his head, then flashed a proud smile.
"I just got attacked by the Lord of Change, that's all."
"..."
Once more, the room fell into a strange and absolute silence.
For those with weak psychic sensitivity, what they heard was basically nonsense. But for Curze and Sevatar, what they heard was the name of something deeply powerful, deeply terrifying, and utterly evil.
"Sevatar! Seal the room!!!!" Curze shrieked with psychic force.
Sevatar instantly slammed the door shut, drew her knives, and entered combat mode in a single second.
She was fully prepared to kill every informed witness in the room.
The taint of Chaos…
Too terrifying.
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