This wasn't what I wanted...
Though he had fallen into a coma from his "injury," Bruce was actually perfectly aware of what was happening outside. He was an Astartes—even badly wounded, he could still sense what was going on around him.
At the moment, Lion and Curze were fighting.
And they were fighting viciously.
Bruce's limited-edition merch and equipment, along with the rest of his room, had all gone straight to hell. When two primarchs got together and unleashed a Rondo of Bat and Lion, who could possibly survive that?
He could even vaguely hear Meiling's voice mixed in.
"Wah—this is the true essence of martial arts! Just seeing this would be worth the price of admission even if I died!"
Bruce's heart—and the thing between his legs—were both weeping blood.
But very soon, he noticed something strange. His mind was clear, and he could hear everything happening outside.
However...
Why did it feel as though his consciousness had been peeled away from his body? Had Tzeentch cracked him open again?
Just as Bruce was pondering that, a faint light suddenly appeared in the black void around him. Then a hollow, distant voice echoed out.
"Awaken... Bruce... son of Curze..."
"This is not the time to rest."
"You still have a mission yet unfinished..."
"Huh?!" Bruce felt like he had heard this voice somewhere before.
Before he could think further, the weak light before him abruptly transformed into an image, and Bruce froze in shock.
A mortal corrupted by the power of Chaos plunged a ruined dagger into the body of a giant clad in off-white power armor.
Strangely, though the blade looked like nothing more than a decayed, worthless knife, it pierced primarch-grade armor and struck true in a vital spot.
Though the enraged giant killed the corrupted mortal who had stabbed him in the very next moment, the Chaos-tainted power had already taken root within him, and he still dropped to one knee.
"Horus..." Bruce watched it unfold as though he were there in person, watching the mighty Warmaster Horus struck down.
If history were allowed to proceed as it originally had, then it would not be long before Erebus brought Horus to the lodge temple, where he would become the first primarch to truly die in the Horus Heresy.
"Son of Curze... I leave this to you..."
"My son..."
The hollow voice seemed to reach its limit. At the very end, it called out to Horus one last time, and then the light vanished.
At the same time, Bruce felt something pour into his body.
First cold, then warm, as though a bizarre, icy flame were racing through him—
And in the end...
It settled in his crotch.
Huh? Why there?
Just as Bruce was utterly baffled, another strange force kicked him hard, and that very kick sent him flying back into control of his real body.
"Wah—!" Bruce shot upright in bed and immediately looked down at his lower half.
Holy crap. It's glowing!
The strange light only lasted for a second or two before fading. His perfectly ordinary bulge still propped up his boxers just a little, same as always.
"Liiioooon—!" Curze growled through gritted teeth.
"You... calm down!" Lion shot back, straining just as hard.
After several brutal rounds of fighting, the sisters had reached the final, white-hot stage of the battle.
At present, Lion—who clearly had the advantage in raw strength—had successfully pinned Curze to the bed, firmly restraining both of her hands. One knee was also wedged between Curze's legs.
To an outsider, it looked exactly like Lion was trying to force herself on Curze, while Curze was resisting to the bitter end.
But the truth was that Lion, already exercising immense restraint, simply had no other way to stop Curze from moving without seriously hurting her. If things kept escalating, Curze would definitely end up injured.
After all, barehanded, Lion had the edge in both size and strength.
"Stop fighting already!" Bruce, now fully awake, didn't even have time to care that he still wasn't wearing pants. He hurriedly tried to break up the two primarchs.
You gods may be fighting, but it's us mortals who suffer for it!
"?!"
"?!"
The moment they heard Bruce's voice, both sisters simultaneously let up and turned to look at him. Their eyes swept from top to bottom over his half-naked form, and a blush immediately spread across both of their faces.
"Recruit! Y-you... why aren't you wearing any pants?!" Curze, as the primarch, was naturally the first to accuse him. "Mind the Legion's image, you idiot! Are you trying to land yourself in prison?!"
"Bruce, i-it's good that you're all right..." Lion stared seriously at his crotch for a few seconds, then swallowed.
Looks like nothing's wrong. That's a relief.
"Is that really what matters right now...?" Bruce asked, utterly dumbfounded.
"Lion! You... you bastard—I respected you as my beloved elder sister, and this is how you repay me? Trying to steal my recruit!" Curze slipped free in a flash, rolled through the air, landed on her feet, and instantly placed herself in front of Bruce like a shield.
"..." Faced with the accusation from her younger sibling, Lion truly didn't know how to answer. No matter how one looked at it, she was the one in the wrong.
Still, the proud Lion of Caliban wasn't about to let mere details stop her.
If there was something good, shouldn't it be shared?
If Curze got to enjoy Bruce, why couldn't she?
For the moment, Lion's leonine instincts temporarily triumphed over Saber's knightly morality, and she stopped trying to reason her way out of it.
"Sigh... just hear me out, Curze."
"You know I only just returned from the Holy Grail War. My mind is full of thoughts of how to save Father and everyone else. Even if Bruce is your son... he's also my comrade! My closest comrade!"
"I need him! I need his strength too! This has nothing to do with primarchs and sons and all that—I just want him! I've already lost the title of Warmaster. I refuse to lose my favorite comrade too!"
"And do you not understand basic respect? I'm your elder sister! Can't you let your big sister have a little happiness with Bruce?"
"If you keep speaking to your elder sister in that accusatory tone... then I—I'll fire Cyclonic Torpedoes at Nostramo and take him from you by force!"
The more Lion spoke, the more heated she became, until in the end only her obsession with obtaining Bruce remained. It no longer sounded like she was fighting over a comrade—it sounded more like she was fighting over the title of Warmaster she had once lost.
"You—you—you...!"
Faced with Lion's nearly direct confession, Curze's rage surged. She could not understand how the elder sister who had been so decent just days ago had suddenly turned into this!
It had to be because that blue, round-headed狸猫 hadn't fully finished the rewrite!
"I'm not giving him to you! Absolutely not!"
Grinding her teeth, Curze stubbornly declared, "The recruit is my recruit! If you want to take him, I'll fight you to the death!"
"So what if you launch Cyclonic Torpedoes? Let Nostramo burn if it must! The recruit can only be mine!"
"So there's no room for compromise, then?!"
"That's right! None at all!"
The two of them glared at one another, the last scrap of civility gone.
Meanwhile, Bruce—listening to the sisters argue—was utterly speechless. If he hadn't been worried they might kill him for it, he would have liked very much to ask, What am I, your doll? But since saying that out loud would almost certainly get him killed, he kept it to himself.
Two primarchs, the most rational and intelligent demigods in the galaxy, bickering like children over a toy.
My God. Is this really happening?
"All right, enough! Can you at least do me the courtesy of giving me some face here?!"
Bruce decided he had no choice but to step forward now, as a man.
Twisting his hips awkwardly as he walked, he moved between the two of them and spread his arms, trying to play mediator—though next to two primarchs, he probably just looked ridiculous.
"Can you both calm down and hear me out?" Bruce asked, looking back and forth between them with a stern expression.
"..."
Neither primarch said anything.
But their gradually relaxing bodies made it clear enough:
For Bruce's sake, they were willing to agree to a temporary ceasefire.
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