Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 212 Leaving, and their endings

After a grand, farce-like uproar, with the departure of the Grand Fleet, the orbit of Amara regained its tranquility, and what was left to the people here was only a mess.

A big drama in the capital of the Orpheus star region lost its protagonist, so naturally there was no way to continue singing.

The big shots are still too busy thinking about what the problem is and have no time for others;
The little people have no ability to change the reality, only countless gossips are circulating in the entire star area for a while, making noise on it.

Admiral Juan had left Amara and was now on his way back to the front;
Governor Harold also left with a half-smile expression after seeing the situation clearly;

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

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

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

The two low-ranking judges stood at the door without going in, quietly waiting for her order.

They had followed her for decades as her apprentices and aide-de-camps.

Knowing their teacher well, they didn't dare to tease her furious emotions at this time.

That's right, the person who was most sure of keeping these Astartes in this meeting should be her.

Whether it is the authority of the Tribunal behind her, or the recruitment practice as a special power class in the empire.

As a high-level court, Margarita's influence on the Astartes should be much higher than that of the independent navy and the little-known local nobles.

But against this background, the fleet of the Chapter Astartes completely ignored her call.

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

And that's not the worst problem.

The most serious problem is that those warships actually obeyed the order of a Gray Knight strike cruiser to leave after ignoring the orders and invitations of the three parties.

And this cruiser belongs to the Tribunal!
What's happening here?
Margarita's fingers clenched unconsciously, her whitish fingertips and joints creaked, and her beautifully manicured nails dug deep into the flesh and blood of her palm.

The severe pain was stimulating her nerves, and the blood was gurgling out, dripping down the corner of the table, but she ignored this and was still thinking rapidly:
Who?
who is it?

Who has this permission?

why i don't know
"Elliot!"

"I'm here! My lord!"

She called out to one of her apprentices, who also stood still at the door to answer her call.

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

That doesn't solve the problem, it just causes more ridicule in the eyes of your peers.

She has absolutely no doubts about the apprentice's loyalty and ability, but this matter is as difficult to judge even for herself, let alone this apprentice.

Elliott returned to the door in silence, confronting another apprentice.

The other party's eyes pointed to his left hand with concern, which seemed to have been injured recently, and he could always see Elliott unconsciously grinding.

Sensing the concern of his classmates, Elliot smiled honestly, then pointed to the teacher in the room with his eyes:

Indicating that a major event may happen, this small injury is not enough...

Margarita was still lost in her own thoughts.

The heroic spectrum of the high-ranking members of the Alien Tribunal who worked in Orpheus 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 among these people, there could be an existence who could bypass her and order these Astartes.

Unless, he is not here.

She once again followed the battleship belonging to the Devil Tribunal, recalling the communication and exchange between herself and the personnel of the Devil Tribunal.

Among these people, there is absolutely no existence that can surpass her in terms of authority.

who can that be?

The people on that battleship?impossible!
If the Gray Knights had this right, what 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 to command other armed forces!
He's just a messenger!So who else?
The air constant temperature system in the meeting room is working normally, and the indoor temperature is constant at 22 degrees, which is a suitable temperature that will not be hot or cold even if you are wearing formal clothes.

But in such a temperature, the more Margarita thought about it, the more frightened she became.

The body under the crimson burqa, which symbolizes power, even couldn't help but began to sway.

What is she doing!

Just think that in the jurisdiction that I have painstakingly managed for nearly a hundred years, there is still a high-ranking person of the same system hidden.

And this high-ranking person watched her jump up and down in a hundred years, and watched her various power struggles without saying a word.

He has been hiding in the dark until today's critical moment when he suddenly appeared.

Then use this cold fact to completely negate 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!
Do not!It's not like this!

She tried to stabilize her mind so as not to fall into endless self-doubt.

If there really was such an existence, then he would never wait until today!
If the things I have done these years are really exposed, it would be enough to kill me countless times!

There must be other senior members entering from the outside, and she failed to detect it in time!

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

Well, I have to think about my own retreat.

While this isn't the worst case scenario, the implications of this change are just as dangerous for her!
She had to find a way to clean up her behavior over the years, and the sooner the better.

Otherwise, when this person returns to the star sector, it will definitely be the day she bestows her head!

Margarita began to sort out her thoughts, preparing to figure out a clue about her past heresy, so that she could clean up and silence her later.

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

In order to keep quiet, some people can effectively shut up their mouths forever.

The affairs in her mind were too complicated, and Margarita, who became nervous, was not in a hurry to return to the ship, and sat here thinking.

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

And between the fingers of this apprentice who was finely grinding, a tattoo of the Temple of Calidus, which only appeared in sweat, was looming against the fine light in the hall...

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(End of this chapter)