That Order was originally in turmoil, with the entire Order dwindling to only one elderly Sister, making even the basic operation of the Abbey a luxury.
The ancient sanctuary had fallen into disrepair, precious texts were covered in dust, and it seemed that this branch, with a legacy of ten thousand years, was about to be completely severed.
When the three old Sisters of Landon Abbey learned of this situation, they extended a sincere invitation, feeling a sense of shared plight.
Although Landon's days were also stretched thin, they at least still maintained their Abbey and could provide shelter for this last Sister.
They wrote in the letter: "The bloodline of the Sisters of Silences is already too thin, let us at least watch over each other."
However, that stubborn old Sister politely declined the kind offer. She chose to embark on a journey alone, becoming an Inquisitor's attendant.
This decision seemed almost like a desperate gamble at the time, and everyone thought the Order's legacy would end there.
Unexpectedly, in just a few short years, the situation had undergone a drastic change.
That old Sister not only successfully continued the Order's lineage but also cultivated a new generation of Sisters of Silences.
Now, they have not only rebuilt the Order but even have the capacity to extend a helping hand to Landon Abbey.
The Vartine Armor and Executioner Greatsword sent this time were each meticulously maintained.
The accompanying young Sister respectfully conveyed the greetings of the other Order Leader: "This is a return for the kindness of that year, and a continuation of an ancient oath."
In exchange, Landon needed to dispatch a Sister to serve under the Inquisitor whom the other party served.
This condition was both fair and honorable, fully conforming to the tradition of mutual assistance that the Sisters of Silences had followed for generations.
It was just that Landon Abbey was also sparsely populated now, with a heartbreaking silence echoing within its mottled stone walls.
Aside from the three white-haired, hunched old Sisters, there were only four Sisters of Silences of Sister Sidera's generation, and even younger apprentices numbered only two—this was the entire population of Landon Abbey. The once glorious Silent Sisterhood now comprised only these few individuals.
Originally, after an all-night discussion, the three old Sisters planned to send Sister Sidera and another senior Sister, along with a young apprentice, to carry out a mission outside, allowing the younger generation to see the world.
But everything changed after receiving a psychic communication from Holy Terra—the Custodes were re-convening the Sisters of Silences who had been dormant for ten thousand years.
Although the Imperium had long forgotten them in the dust of history for ten thousand years, when the call from the Golden Throne came, these loyal left claws would still respond immediately.
The three elderly old Sisters were too frail to travel far; their wrinkled hands could barely grip a weapon.
So they decided to remain at the Abbey, guarding the precious texts and holy relics left by their ancestors.
Sister Sister Sidera was assigned to continue serving that Inquisitor, while the remaining four Sisters of Silences, in their prime, had to depart immediately for Terra.
For this, they had to tearfully sell several ancient holy artifacts treasured by the Abbey—a Golden Age fresco, a complete set of prayer scriptures, and the last few adamantium armor plates—just to raise the exorbitant fare to Holy Terra.
And this was still because the Inquisitor who needed Sister Sidera's service provided a large amount of assistance, otherwise Landon Abbey would have no way to raise the travel expenses to Holy Terra, unless they sold the Abbey.
This aid came at just the right time, allowing the four Sisters to travel to Terra on a legitimate transport ship rather than a dangerous smuggler's vessel.
Of course, if they had sought help from the Inquisitor they had once served, the Inquisitor would likely have lent a hand out of past goodwill.
However, for the Sisters of Silences, who were accustomed to acting alone, the act of actively seeking help was itself a hesitation.
They were more accustomed to silently enduring rather than asking for help.
Just like Sister Sister Sidera at this moment, she had already packed her simple luggage, but when she truly arrived at the Abbey's mottled gate with her luggage and saw the silver-armored giant who had come to meet her, she froze.
As an untouchable, Sister Sidera's life was almost isolated from the world—abandoned by her parents at the Abbey gate, she was raised by the old Sisters.
She had never learned how to interact normally with ordinary people.
After all, few people were willing to deal with untouchables.
Normally, her most frequent contacts were the Sisters of the Abbey and the three old Sisters.
And the old Sisters never spoke, communicating only through sign language; other Sisters were also taciturn due to the Sisters of Silence training.
Facing this unfamiliar silver-armored giant at this moment, Sister Sidera, who had taken the vow of silence, was even more at a loss, only able to clumsily sign a "hello."
To her surprise, the other party seemed to understand sign language.
The giant removed his helmet, revealing a scarred but friendly face: "Hello, Sister, I am Vincent of the Ashen Knights Chapter, ordered to pick up the Sisters of the Hunter Demon Order and proceed to the Rostov Sub-Sector."
"Hello, Astartes Monk, I am Sister Sidera," she quickly responded in sign language, her movements slightly stiff due to nervousness.
Vincent showed a gentle smile and even took the initiative to reach out and take her luggage.
This action flustered Sister Sidera; she instinctively wanted to take back her luggage but dared not touch the other party rashly, her hands hovering in mid-air, not knowing what to do.
Instead, Vincent gave her a generous smile, easily weighing the luggage in his hand: "This weight is nothing for an Astartes. If I carry it, we can move faster.
There are many people to pick up on this trip, and we are a bit rushed for time."
Hearing this, Sister Sister Sidera hesitated for a moment, then finally signed a standard gesture of thanks to Vincent.
When she turned to bid farewell to the Sisters of the Order, the old Sisters drew a blessing sign on her with their wrinkled hands, and the young apprentice secretly wiped away tears.
After this brief farewell ceremony, she followed Vincent on an unfamiliar journey.
They boarded a military transport vehicle driven by Vincent; this modified armored vehicle quickly carried them across the wasteland, heading towards the planet's only spaceport city.
Because he was picking up Sisters of Silences, Vincent did not bring any mortal attendants on this mission.
Although Sisters of Silences could actively suppress their Void Field, for an Astartes Monk, close contact would still cause him a certain indescribable discomfort—like ants crawling under his skin, or a subtle static always present in his hearing.
However, with his steel-like willpower and special genetic modifications, he could still maintain normal function.
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have experienced strong physiological rejection reactions such as nausea and dizziness long ago.
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