Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

"grown ups……"

Pushing open the iron-gray door inlaid with the imperial eagle, Alan Janus asked Calvin for instructions in a low voice.The scheduled meeting time has arrived, and after repeated delays, Alan decided to interrupt Calvin's current conversation.

Hearing the sound, Juan looked back at the giant at the door, smiled and got up from his seat.He, who has been immersed in the bureaucratic system for many years, has a very high emotional intelligence at this moment, and he took the initiative to end the conversation early.

"Then, please allow me to retire temporarily."

Juan said to Calvin, which was considered to be the end of the previous conversation, and the latter also responded sincerely:
"I have received your proposal, and I will consider it carefully. In the next meeting, I will discuss it as a separate agenda. Please prepare for possible responses."

"Your will!"

Juan bowed slightly, and under Allen's gaze, bowed to the owner of the hall, slowly got up under Calvin's gaze, and then walked out.

Taking a step back slightly, Alan and Juan smiled and nodded to each other. After watching the latter leave, he turned to look at the owner of this hall.

"grown ups……"

"As I said, there will be no more interviews this afternoon! Not a single one!"

Just finished a discussion with Admiral Juan about the colonization plans for the Hassan Sector.Calvin gently rubbed his throbbing temples with both hands to soothe his high-speed working brain.

This smug general is only 150 years old now, and he can be called a mature man among the high-level empire who has not lacked at least one life-extending operation.

Taking ten thousand steps back, this is not an age that needs to consider retreating.

But he just encountered this problem. His qualifications and merits came too quickly, which made him bring his military career to the end ahead of schedule at this embarrassing age.

He served two terms as the Commander of the Star Area Fleets, and actually controlled the position of the Admiral of the three major Star Area Fleets. He has reached the rank of Admiral High Lord before he is 200 years old. This kind of qualification is rare for any general at the end of his career. Achievement.

In the bottom-up system of the Imperial Navy, Juan is only three steps away from the supreme lord of the naval officer, the Admiral of the Navy.

But these three steps are as insurmountable as a natural moat in the eyes of an ambitious soldier like him in his prime of life.

The supreme lord of the empire, the admiral, is one of the main forces of the naval fleet in charge of the five major star regions of the empire, and is also known as the commander of the star field fleet.

Only five people in the empire can have such an honor. Considering that the five generals of the empire's current star field are in their prime and have no faults, he has no expectations for this position.

Then there is no other choice left.

After excluding the position of Grand Marshal of the Supreme Lord of the Navy, the only thing left for him in the sequence of naval officers is the vacant position of the Admiral of the Navy in the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Terra.

Let him give up his rising career and become an honorary admiral waiting to die in Terra?
How can it be!

But there are only these choices in the system, and the pyramid of power is like this. The higher you go, the less choices you leave to the people below.

Like all those who failed to make it to the end, not being good enough was not the reason for his failure.

Quite the contrary, the wrong timing was the biggest reason they missed that spot.

But the empire has its own inertia and rules.

The two terms of the chief officer of the Orpheus sector of the Imperial Navy expired, and he led and participated in a super-large imperial battle during his tenure.

Both merit and qualifications are impeccable, and the empire must reward him accordingly.

Juan is about to be promoted, but the irony is that the reward is to stay away from the navy that has worked hard all his life.

Enjoying glory and material luxury for the rest of his life, and then quietly waiting for death is his best destination.

He certainly did not share this ironic fate.

And this is also the reason why he is full of unspecified enthusiasm for the follow-up colonization of the Hassan star area.

Calvin was well aware of this and acquiesced in his presumption.

Juan's loyalty and courage have been proven, and even if his personal desire for power is too strong, it is only a minor flaw;

He and his family deserve the appointment of a Sector Moff, especially since this sector has just gone through a devastating war and is in a state of ruin.

In fact, Calvin had drawn up this appointment document a long time ago, and the seal of the freshly baked Supreme Lord Grand Inquisitor had also been used long ago.

In the vision of the high-level empire, the Star District Governor's strategic value and political value are far less important than the Star District Fleet Commander;
The appointment of this kind of local bureaucracy, in the eyes of any supreme lord who went out for inspection, fell within the category of being able to act arbitrarily.

Not to mention that this star sector was recovered by Calvin himself, and the Ministry of the Interior of the Empire would not have any opinion on this behavior.

But he still chose to reserve his attitude and did not directly inform Juan of this matter.

Because he was worried that if he informed too early, the impact of personnel changes would turn in an uncontrollable direction.

This is his foundation, so he couldn't help not paying attention to every plant and tree in it.

Moreover, the geographical situation of Orpheus is too dense, and the geographical environment of the four star regions watching each other allows these star regions to help each other and share weal and woe in the face of external threats, becoming a de facto large government at the sector level.

Their economic circle is also laid out according to this ecological relationship.

Facing such a behemoth, Calvin had to be cautious in personnel work. Before the final plan was determined, all personnel changes and his own attitude could not be leaked in the slightest.

"My lord, I am Ophelia's envoy."

Allen whispered that he was also extremely reluctant to add unplanned workload to Calvin.

However, as the de facto landlord of the Storm Star Region, the state religion must also receive due respect for its envoys.

"Let him in."

Calvin said in a low voice, his hands had just been put down, and he forcibly pulled his thoughts away from what had just happened while his psionic energy surged.

"Yes."

Alan Janus gently placed the documents of the meeting on the table, turned and walked out, his light footsteps made no extra noise except for the noise on his body.

"his name?"

Calvin remembered something, but at this moment he was in no mood to read the documents on the table.

"Marduk, Marduk the Confessor."

Allen turned back to explain to Calvin, and briefly outlined the purpose of the envoy in an empathetic manner.

"He represents the state religion and came here to spread the faith of the star area. And there seems to be some information about him that we don't know."

"Ok?"

Calvin frowned, and when he was focused, he once again regained the aura that a Primarch should have.

The ice-blue laurel wreath flickers on and off on his head, representing the start of his innate spiritual power;
The silver-gray pupils evolved towards higher brightness, indicating that his will began to gather.

Alan, who saw the character writing, knew that Calvin had recovered, and he was obliged to fully inform his genetic father of the news he knew.

"He said that he brought news about alien civilizations."

"What else?" Calvin asked.

"He also prophesied and witnessed his own death."