Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes

After a grand, farce-like commotion, as the large fleet departed, silence returned to the orbit of Amara, and all that was left to the people here was a mess.

A great drama in the capital of the Orps sector has lost its protagonist, and naturally it cannot continue.

The big shots are still busy thinking about what the problem is and have no time to think about anything else;

Little people have no ability to change the reality. There are only countless rumors and gossips that spread throughout the star region and make noise.

General Juan had left Amara and was now on his way back to the front;

Governor Harold also left with a half-smiling expression after seeing the current situation clearly;

Only Margarita, the high-ranking judge of the Tribunal, was still bowing her head in thought, unable to get rid of the afterglow of this drama for a long time.

In the back hall of the reception hall, the atmosphere in the conference room was extremely depressing.

Margarita was sitting alone in the empty conference room. Although her face remained calm, her mood was extremely bad.

The two low-level judges stood at the door without entering, quietly waiting for her order.

As her apprentices and lieutenants, they have been with her for decades.

Knowing their teacher well, they didn't dare to stir up her angry mood at this time.

Yes, she was the one who was most confident in keeping these Astartes in this meeting.

Whether it is the authority of the Inquisition behind her, or the recruitment practices of a special power class in the empire.

As a high-level tribunal, Margarita's influence on the Astartes should be much higher than that of the navy and the unknown local nobles who are not subordinate to each other.

But under this background, the Astartes Chapter's fleet completely ignored her recruitment.

This is not only a disregard for the majesty of the Inquisition, but also a denial of her personal authority.

And that's not even the most serious problem.

The most serious problem is that those battleships ignored the orders and invitations from the three parties and actually followed the order of a Gray Knight strike cruiser to leave.

And this cruiser belongs to the Tribunal!

What's happening here?

Margarita's fingers clenched unconsciously, her white fingertips and joints creaking, and her beautifully manicured nails dug deeply into the flesh of her palms.

The severe pain was stimulating her nerves, and blood was already flowing out and dripping down the corner of the table, but she ignored this and was still thinking rapidly:

who?

who is it?

Who has this authority?

Why don't I know?

"Elliot!"

"I'm here! Sir!"

She loudly called to one of her apprentices, who stood still at the door and responded to her call.

"Forget it, it's okay." She thought for a moment and then gave up on driving the apprentice to conduct a blind investigation.

That doesn't solve the problem and only causes more ridicule in the eyes of your peers.

She had no doubts about the apprentice's loyalty and ability, but this matter was difficult for even her to judge, let alone this apprentice.

Elliot returned silently to the door, confronting the other apprentice.

The other party's eyes pointed to his left hand with concern, which seemed to have been injured recently. He could always see Elliot working on it unconsciously.

Feeling the concern of his classmates, Elliot smiled honestly, and then pointed his eyes at the teacher in the room:

It indicates that something big may happen, and this little injury is nothing...

Margarita was still immersed in her own thoughts.

The heroic profile of the senior members of the Alien Tribunal working in Orps was opened in her mind, and the voices and smiles of people representing all walks of life, directions, and rights also flashed in her mind.

She really didn't know how there could be anyone among these people who could bypass her and order these Astartes.

Unless, he's not here.

She once again followed the battleship belonging to the Demon Tribunal, recalling her communication and exchanges with the members of the Demon Tribunal.

Among these people, there was absolutely no one who could surpass her in terms of authority.

Who is the one?

The people on that battleship? impossible!

If the Gray Knights had this right, what else would the Inquisition do?

They were originally the subordinate armed forces of the Demon Tribunal.

No matter how high the authority is, it is impossible to have the right to bypass her and order other armed forces!

He is just a messenger! So who else?

The air temperature control system in the conference room is working normally, and the indoor temperature is constant at 22 degrees, a suitable temperature that does not make it too hot or cold even if you are wearing formal clothes.

But in this temperature, Margarita became more and more frightened as she thought about it.

The body under the red burqa, which symbolized power, could not help but begin to sway.

What is she doing!

Just think about the fact that in the jurisdiction that he has worked hard for nearly a hundred years, there is still a high-ranking person in the same system hidden.

And this high-ranking person watched her jump up and down for hundreds of years, watching her various power struggles with cold eyes without saying a word.

He had been hiding in the dark until today, when he suddenly appeared.

Then use this cold fact to completely deny her efforts, telling her that all efforts and rights are nothing but castles in the air, and all that is left in her heart is fear!

No! It's not like this!

She forced herself to stabilize her mind to avoid falling into endless self-doubt.

If there really was such a existence, then he would never wait until today!

If what he had done over the years were revealed, he would have died countless times!

There must be other high-level members entering the scene from the outside, but she failed to notice it in time!

Margarita, who clearly recognized the reality, let out a long breath, but then she tensed up again.

Well, you have to think about your own retreat.

While this isn't the worst case scenario, the effects of this change are equally dangerous for her!

She must find a way to clean up her behavior over the years, and the sooner the better.

Otherwise, when this person returns to the star region, it will definitely be the day she beheads him!

Margarita began to organize her thoughts, preparing to find out a clue about her past heretical behavior so that she could clean up and silence her later.

The cleanup plan must be rigorous enough, and the people who execute it must be reliable enough.

Only by keeping quiet can you effectively make some people shut their mouths forever.

The affairs in her mind were too complicated, and Margarita, who became nervous, simply didn't rush to return to the ship, and just sat here and started thinking.

But what she didn't notice was that one of the two apprentices who had been silent at the door in the distance had his head lowered and the corners of his mouth hidden in the shadows were slightly raised.

And between the fingers of this apprentice who was polishing them carefully, a mark of the Callidus Temple tattoo, which was only visible in sweat, was looming in the thin light in the hall...

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