Wander!blue star

He patted Guilliman's shoulder vigorously as a sign of encouragement, then turned around and made a few elastic jumps, jumping to the door of the study in one breath.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Go out with a big smile on your face!
  I won’t be a regent from now on!
  "The Imperial Government Affairs Department is really reforming people!" Guilliman expressed emotion. "Whoever thinks the Empire's Government Affairs system is not good in the future will be put in the Government Affairs System for two years to hone their skills!"

Think about what Horus thought at the beginning?

Look at him now.

Neither did he feel that he could rule the empire, nor did he feel that mortal officials were useless.

Instead, he realized his incompetence in this area, and the sinner's orders came as soon as he opened his mouth, so it was considered that he had not worked in vain for so long.

but
  Guilliman took a look at the documents piled up in the entire study, and suddenly felt that one was as big as the other.

He really regretted coming to Terra.

Before he left, he should have sent a letter of inquiry to Terra to find out what Horus wanted him to do.

Although he could not disobey the orders of the Imperial Regent, he would have to come when he should, but at least he would be somewhat mentally prepared to avoid being dragged into a pit by Horus.

He thought something was wrong with Horus, but it turned out that he was exhausted from work.

"Regent of the Empire, one person is subordinate to ten thousand people. How come it has become a position that I hate?"

At this time, Guilliman was the only one left in the study.

Horus's laughter had faded away.

Guilliman suddenly felt a little dazed. He could not believe that he had become the new Imperial Regent so hastily.

He took a deep breath, jumped up, and jumped to the desk.

The body temperature of Horus still remained on the large leather seat. Guilliman sat down, first wrote himself a notice as acting regent, and then continued the unfinished work of Horus.

One hour, two hours, three hours.
  Guilliman approved every document carefully, and everything was just like when he was a consul in Macragge. The only difference seemed to be that his office had been moved from Macragge to Terra.

Guilliman was undoubtedly an outstanding statesman.

He had the patience to deal with paperwork, being able to succinctly point out the crux of a problem, and writing brilliant but meaningless responses with ease.

This was something that even his brother Horus could not match.

It is foreseeable that Guilliman will do a much better job than Horus in the position of Imperial Regent.

However, when he felt tired and raised his head to take a few deep breaths, many mountains of countless documents to be processed came into his eyes.

He was silent, as if his vocal cords had been stripped away.

Compared with the files in front of him, the files he just processed were like a grain of sand in the desert or a drop of water in the ocean. One thing stands out better than nothing.

His mood became gloomy uncontrollably.

"How long will it take to process all of this?" He looked at the files blankly, and his brain, which was comparable to a computer, couldn't calculate the results for a while.

At this moment, there was a sound outside.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
  Someone knocked on the study door.

"Regent, a new batch of documents has arrived and been placed in warehouse No. 0809." The person outside said respectfully, "The warehouse is almost out of capacity. Do you think we should seize the time to add another batch?"

Guilliman was stunned.

In an instant, an ominous sign appeared in his heart, and he blurted out: "Why do we need to expand? Where are the other warehouses?" "They are all full!" The person outside replied, "From warehouse No. 0001 to 0809 The warehouse is so full that I can’t even squeeze it in.”

Guilliman didn't hear the rest.

Because when he was halfway through listening, his brain felt dizzy and he couldn't hear anything.

From warehouse 0001 to warehouse 0809.
  All are full, all are full.
  Snapped!
  Guilliman folded the pen in his hand.

"Regent, do you have anything to tell me?" someone outside asked.

Guilliman snapped out of his trance.

My pen is broken, what should I do?
  He suddenly found a pen holder on the table. He had never noticed the existence of this pen holder before.

There were more than a dozen pens in the pen holder, probably all prepared by Horus for himself. Guilliman could imagine Horus sitting in this position and folding the pens.

He gave a wry smile.

He now understood why Horus even coaxed and deceived to transfer the position of imperial regent to him. This was not just a big hole, it was simply a sinkhole.

There are more than [-] warehouses, and he can't finish them even if he is exhausted!
  That's just what's available.

If his processing speed cannot keep up with the speed of new files, then there will only be more and more files waiting to be processed.

He will be trapped in the Ministry of Civil Affairs for the rest of his life, unable to go anywhere.

Even so, he still has to face the doubts of his brothers, the disgust of the common people, and the reproach of the emperor.
  If someone asks him how he feels now,
  He can only say
  Sorry, very sorry.

If he could go back in time and go back to the moment when he promised Horus that he would lend a helping hand no matter what, he would definitely keep his mouth shut and never promise anything.

He regarded Horus as his brother, but Horus regarded him as his grievance!
  "You make up your own mind about the warehouse expansion." Guilliman did not spread his bad mood to others. He said gently, "I have something to think about now, so you should step back first."

"Yes!" The people outside left.

Guilliman put down the broken pen in his hand. He thought about his happy life in Macragge, and couldn't help but have a bitter smile on his face.

There is no doubt that he has to reform the empire's government system.

But how to change it?

Can he solve the problem that the Emperor, Malcador, and Horus failed to solve?

Guilliman didn't have much confidence in himself.

"It would be nice if there were successful cases for me to learn from." Guilliman raised his chin, thinking about all the political systems he had seen during the Great Crusade in the past two hundred years, trying to find one suitable for the Empire.

The idea is correct, but the result is pessimistic.

He thought about it and couldn't find a political system suitable for the empire.

Because every political system has more or less flaws, and the size of the empire is really too big. If any flawed political system is run on such a huge size, the flaws will be infinitely magnified, eventually leading to the collapse of the earth. as a result of.

Guilliman sighed, took out a document and read it.

This document talks about a rebellion on a certain planet. The local people believed that the imperial government system was seriously corrupt, so they killed the planet's governor and declared independence.

Guilliman took a deep breath and made the following reply:

"The Ultramarines Legion immediately went to suppress the rebellion. After arresting the enemy leader, he was escorted to Terra and allowed to work in the Imperial Government Affairs Department to contribute to the improvement of the Imperial Government Affairs System."

Not only did they not kill, but they also did it for the officials.

He believed that the enemy leader would be grateful to the empire. (End of chapter)