“Sigh, if the Emperor hadn’t handpicked me back then, I might still be just an ordinary civil servant now.
Of course, there’s nothing wrong with being a civil servant, but for me, being the Chancellor of the Empire offers a much broader horizon…”
Bearing the title of the newly appointed Imperial Regent, Morningstar was forced to learn how to handle government affairs from Malcador.
Looking at the mountains of documents, Morningstar’s head began to ache.
“Uncle Malcador, is all of this government business that needs to be finished today?”
“No, these are just the catalogs.
You need to go to the room next door, find the corresponding files based on the catalogs, and only then can you start working.”
“Wuwuwu~”
This was the downside of having no AI, and also the downside of the Empire.
Massive amounts of government affairs were sent to the Imperial Palace every day, all in paper files that had to be hand-reviewed one by one.
Morningstar didn’t dare to imagine how overwhelming this government work would become once the Empire conquered millions of planets.
Morningstar didn’t have the schizoid-like ability of the Emperor or Malcador.
After gritting her teeth and working for three days, she was finally carried out of the administrative hall horizontally, mumbling “Abba abba…” as she was taken away.
The Emperor kept a straight face from start to finish, but Malcador knew the Emperor was likely gloating inside.
“My Lord.” A golden Custodian walked in: “The western border of the Empire has been attacked by the Ursh Empire.
Our troops have temporarily repelled them, but according to reconnaissance, they are assembling their forces, and the possibility of another large-scale offensive cannot be ruled out.”
The Emperor’s gaze sharpened: “Summon the First Legion of the Astartes and all Thunder Warriors Legions that did not participate in the Pan-Pacific Empire war.
I will personally oversee the command.”
The Ursh Empire was the most troublesome enemy currently visible on Terra.
Even though they lacked the advanced technology of other techno-barbarians, their massive armies and the psychically-charged discharge devices equipped by their troops had caused the Empire quite a bit of trouble.
The Empire had clashed with the Ursh Empire several times in the past, but it always ended inconclusively.
Now that the Empire’s scale was sufficiently large, the Emperor intended to pull out this thorn directly.
As long as the Ursh Empire could be conquered, there would be nothing left on Terra to block the Empire.
“Oh, right.
Once the Eldest Princess recovers, have her go to the front lines as well.”
Morningstar: Are you treating me like a beast of burden?
The Emperor: Not that conscientious.
…
Inside the command tent, Morningstar flipped through the intelligence reports in her hand.
“Well, any thoughts?” The Emperor was standing nearby, looking down at the defense map on the table.
“Dad, do you want to use a more aggressive strategy or a safer one?”
“Tell me about both.”
“The aggressive one is you going alone to take them out, and the safer one is you bringing a bunch of people and then taking them out.”
The Emperor felt his temples throbbing; if all else failed, maybe he should just give this Child a beating.
Morningstar felt what she said was perfectly reasonable.
Why waste the Emperor, this nuclear bomb, and go fight enemies with knives?
If he felt that going solo was losing face, he could just accompany her.
“Dad, the intelligence you gave is completely incomplete.
We need a few high-pressure offensives to expose their trump cards, but our numbers can’t compete with theirs.
If we want to put pressure on them, we have to send in some high-end combat power.
Tell me, is there any combat power higher than you right now?”
“Logically speaking, it would be most appropriate for me to make my move at the end.
You want me to do this kind of probing work?”
“Then who should I give it to?
Uncle Valdor?”
The Emperor didn’t speak; he just looked at Morningstar.
“…”
“…Haha, Dad, you want me to do it?”
“…”
“…Dad, if you keep doing this, you’re going to lose me.”
“…”
“Wuwu~ Fine, I’ll go.” (╥ _ ╥)
…
On the front lines, Morningstar stood on high ground, clad in magnificent golden armor, overlooking the Ursh Empire’s army in the distance.
In terms of numbers, the Ursh Empire’s army far exceeded the Men of Iron of the Pan-Pacific Empire, but unfortunately, their troops were all mere mortals and lacked any earth-shattering high-tech equipment.
It could be said that aside from their numerical advantage and the somewhat troublesome psychically-charged discharge devices equipped by their troops, the Ursh Empire was definitely not an enemy worth looking twice at.
Morningstar drew the two longswords hanging at her waist and examined them closely.
She was currently wearing the brand-new equipment the Emperor had forged for her.
This set of golden Power Armor was tougher and lighter, yet also more slender and form-fitting.
It was engraved with magnificent, eye-catching patterns, most of which were the insignia of the golden Aquila.
There was no power pack on the back; instead, there were openings left for Morningstar’s three pairs of wings.
The armor’s power units were distributed throughout the interlayers of the armor, which ensured that even if a certain part of the armor was damaged, it would not have a significant impact on the power system.
What Morningstar was most satisfied with were the two longswords the Emperor gave her.
The blades were enveloped in a formidable disruption field, allowing them to cut through any enemy.
More importantly, they were incredibly durable.
If Morningstar hadn’t been in such a foul mood, she would have at least performed a sword dance with them right then and there.
“Black-hearted Dad, I curse you to step in dog shit when you go out.”
The Custodians behind Morningstar stiffened.
Was this something they were supposed to hear?
Should they tell the Emperor that the Eldest Princess was badmouthing him?
The Custodians thought about it and decided to let it go; the Emperor probably wouldn’t care what Morningstar said about him.
Although the Emperor had always been inviolable in the eyes of the Custodians, all of them could see that the Emperor’s attitude towards Morningstar was very unusual.
Ask yourself, besides Morningstar, who else could joke around with the Emperor?
Who else could make the Emperor take a scolding without daring to say a single word back?
Who else could be personally appointed as Imperial Regent by the Emperor?
Forget it, it looked like the Eldest Princess was just a Child throwing a tantrum, so they wouldn’t file a report.
The Emperor had learned his lesson; after being soundly scolded by Lady Astartes last time, he sent ten Custodians to protect Morningstar this time, although Morningstar felt that it wasn’t certain who would be protecting whom when the time came.
“Come, let’s go into the tent and discuss the combat details.”
Morningstar took the hand of an Astartes beside her who was trying hard to shrink into the shadows: “Mom gave me a new snack recently, let me give you some to taste.”
Alpharius felt both sweet and painful.
The sweet part was that no matter what identity he disguised himself as, his sister could recognize him every time.
Then she would pull him aside to chat, or pull out some food from her pocket given to her by their adoptive mother—food that Alpharius had never seen before—and feed him.
This was almost the happiest thing in his spare time, outside of constantly learning from Malcador or executing various infiltration missions.
Usually, Teacher Malcador also took good care of him, but he was mostly strict and had high expectations of him.
Moreover, he was too busy; except for lectures, Alpharius almost never saw him.
Not to mention the Emperor; except for reporting work, Alpharius didn’t even have the qualifications to see the Emperor.
And the Emperor’s cold attitude was completely treating him like a subordinate, not a son.
Only the care given to him by Morningstar made him feel the warmth of family.
The painful part was that no matter what identity he disguised himself as, his sister could recognize him every time.
He was an operative, after all, and those identities were all forged, insignificant little people.
Yet now, the Empire’s Princess was not interacting with the big shots of the Legion, but instead walking with a little nobody like him.
Everyone in the Legion was scrambling to check this person’s background, all wanting to know how he had gained the favor of the Eldest Princess.
But could this identity be checked?
No, it couldn’t.
These were all fake identities; if you checked them, wouldn’t the ruse be exposed?
So now, every time Alpharius met with Morningstar, he had to change to a new identity.
In just this short period, Alpharius had changed dozens of identities.
Perhaps it would be better not to meet Morningstar.
As long as he avoided his sister, there wouldn’t be so much trouble.
But Alpharius couldn’t control himself.
Sometimes, in a daze, he would arrive by his sister’s side, then eat a little snack in a confused state, and then return while daydreaming.
Alpharius understood that this was because he hadn’t made up his mind yet.
As long as he made up his mind, he would definitely not be troubled by such boring, troublesome matters.
Alpharius secretly looked up at Morningstar, who was holding his hand in front of him, looking at her bright, beautiful smile.
Forget it.
Alpharius thought to himself, this is pretty good; this is just fine.