Alexander directly repeated to Guilliman the same argument Cegorach had previously told him.
The entire room fell silent, and the nearby Chapter serfs fearfully hid in the corners of the room, covering their ears, not daring to listen further.
Sylandri and Yvraine exchanged glances, their faces filled with bewilderment and confusion.
Are we humans? So we are humans? Am I the monkeigh?
Mephiston and Tigurius were utterly baffled. They wanted to use their knowledge to refute Alexander's argument, but they opened their mouths and couldn't utter a word.
Guilliman's gaze shifted from the human skull to the Aeldari skull, as if carefully discerning.
The only difference was that the human skull was made of calcium, while the Aeldari skull was a translucent material resembling solidified liquid.
He took a deep breath, pointed at the Aeldari skull, and looked at Alexander:
"If we follow your logic, then if Necron cast their metal heads into the shape of human skulls, would they also count as humans?"
"It's not impossible." Alexander considered for a few seconds, then nodded at Guilliman.
Since the Aeldari were already accepted as human sub-species, then Necron didn't seem impossible either.
Although many Necron had gone mad due to the ravages of long periods of time, there were also quite a few Necron who were still decent.
The number of times the Imperium had cooperated with Necron was no less than the number of times it had cooperated with the Aeldari.
"Your definition of human is too broad." Guilliman felt a headache coming on.
"This isn't my definition." Alexander waved his hand: "The Emperor said it's based on the skull."
"If you don't go by the skull, then I propose recognizing Fenris Wolf as Imperial citizens. I guarantee their ancestors were all humans."
Guilliman's expression suddenly became a little horrified.
Fenris Wolfes are descendants of humans? Alexander seemed to have said something terrifying very casually.
He rubbed his brow. The idea of judging humanity by skulls, Guilliman had felt it was a bit too absolute even back during the Great Crusade.
It was just the most suitable approach for the Imperium at the time, so Guilliman hadn't objected.
He hadn't expected that after ten thousand years, it would become a boomerang hitting him on the head.
Guilliman actually felt no objection to the Aeldari becoming a human sub-species deep down.
Humans were spread throughout the galaxy, their bloodlines already diverse. Many abhumans even had racial segregation, so adding the Aeldari wasn't impossible.
But this was not a racial issue, but a political one.
Guilliman could already imagine how some people would use this issue to launch an attack.
In Ultramar, in Macragge, Guilliman could still have the final say.
But throughout the Imperium, on Terra, many people did not welcome the return of the Primarchs, much less their involvement in politics.
This issue was also a remnant of the Great Crusade. Even before the Horus Heresy, the Imperium had consciously excluded Astartes and Primarchs from the ruling system. After the Horus Heresy, the Imperium's suspicion of Primarchs and Astartes deepened, and Guilliman even personally dismantled the Astartes and separated them from the ruling system.
After ten thousand years, these matters had accumulated into a stubborn rock that even a Primarch would find difficult to resolve.
Coupled with Alexander's suggestion of the Aeldari becoming human abhumans, Guilliman believed the political pressure of this matter was too great.
Alexander silently reached into his four-dimensional pocket, took out a notebook made of papyrus, and placed it on Guilliman's desk.
"This is the Emperor's notebook, and it clearly records the kinship between humans and the Aeldari."
"The Emperor believed that both humans and the Aeldari are species native to Terra, who gained wisdom and civilization after being uplifted by the Old Ones."
"This can also explain the completely unknown origin of the Aeldari."
Guilliman stared at the notebook, lost in thought. He compared the handwriting on it with the Emperor's handwriting in his memory and found that it seemed to truly be written by the Emperor himself.
He just felt something was a bit off.
Guilliman beckoned, signaling Tigurius to come closer.
Tigurius, enveloped in thick shadows, walked step by step to Guilliman's front, the Psyker phenomena around him conspicuously terrifying.
Everyone present, even the Chapter serfs who had never displayed Psyker talent, seemed to vaguely hear some fragmented whispers emanating from beneath the veil of reality.
Guilliman gently rubbed his ears.
"You look very tired. I know the work is heavy, but I only trust you with the task you are responsible for."
Guilliman patted Tigurius' shoulder:
"Now is a critical time, and I am as busy as you, even just now I was so busy I had auditory hallucinations — come, help me authenticate this notebook."
Tigurius held the papyrus in his hand, looking blankly at Mephiston, as if asking Mephiston why the tricks he taught weren't working.
Mephiston also shrugged helplessly.
Tigurius considered whether the Psyker phenomena he was emitting weren't strong enough?
But any stronger would be almost indistinguishable from losing control, and he might just have his head cut off by the Primarch's defensive instincts.
Tigurius calmed himself and observed the papyrus in his hand.
He frowned.
"This… this indeed resembles the Emperor's handwriting from back then, but there are no remnants of the Emperor's Psyker power on it, which is very strange."
Tigurius' expression was like someone who had found an exquisite porcelain from the Dragon States of Ancient Terra, which, no matter how it was authenticated, was undeniably genuine, but had "for corpse starch heating only" carved on its back.
The texture of the papyrus, the ink used, and the traces of the brushstrokes all reminded Tigurius that this was a genuine Emperor's notebook.
However, the Emperor's Psyker power was so immense that items he had used often retained traces of his Psyker energy, yet this papyrus notebook had none.
Tigurius and Guilliman simultaneously looked at Alexander.
Alexander, without hesitation, took the notebook from Tigurius' hand, then drew the Emperor's Sword placed beside Guilliman's hand.
He held the Emperor's Sword, brought the unignited blade close to the papyrus notebook, and then held his breath.
A golden glimmer burst forth, and the papyrus notebook was subsequently imbued with the Emperor's Psyker power.
"There, it's done." Alexander returned the Emperor's Sword to Guilliman and handed him the papyrus notebook.
Guilliman's expression as he looked at the papyrus notebook in his hand twitched slightly.
"This was temporarily forged by Cegorach. His forging skills are definitely at a level that could earn him the title of 'God of National Treasures,' but he couldn't forge the Emperor's Psyker traces."
Alexander said with a faint smile:
"But it's fine, it's been added now."
Guilliman looked at the brand-new Emperor's notebook in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.
Although it was fake, it would surely deceive most people and silence many.
Thinking this, Guilliman handed the notebook to Tigurius, signaling him to properly store it in the Ptolemy Library.
"My lord, there are already too many fakes in the Ptolemy Library." Tigurius involuntarily said to Guilliman.
Recently, he had produced many fake historical documents to fill in the history of the Second Imperium period.
Tigurius really didn't want to stay in the library anymore. He longed to go to the front lines of the battlefield and use his Psyker powers to blow up those damned enemies of humanity one by one!
That was where he, the Chief Librarian, should be!
Hearing Tigurius' words, Guilliman's expression froze.
Tigurius, noticing the change in the Primarch's expression, immediately realized he had spoken out of turn and closed his mouth.
Alexander looked at Tigurius' tired face, and couldn't help but reach out and pat his shoulder: "In a couple of days, I'll find you two Harlequin. You can share your experiences in counterfeiting and forging, and strive to make the Ptolemy Library surpass the Black Library in terms of pseudo-history production."
Tigurius' mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
Guilliman looked at this scene, let out a sigh, and softly said: "The Aeldari being human abhumans is too shocking."
"I cannot announce it in Ultramar… Let's push this matter when we return to Terra."
Alexander nodded in profound agreement.
It was imaginable what the High Lords would do if this matter were announced in Ultramar.
It wasn't that the High Lords wouldn't object when they returned to Terra.
Rather, in Ultramar, one could only find ways to eliminate opposition, but on Terra, one could directly eliminate the opposition.
"Yawn — — — — — —"
Just then, a yawn suddenly sounded.
Immediately, everyone in the command room turned to look at Greylina.
Greylina, who hadn't managed to suppress it, suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
However, everyone in the command room understood Greylina.
It was already very late, and Greylina had more mortal components than Alexander, and she had expended a lot of energy tonight, so being tired was normal.
"Do you want to go back and rest?" Alexander asked.
Greylina wiped away the tears that had welled up in the corners of her eyes from yawning, rubbed her eyelids a few times, and said: "I plan to go check on the Saint Doraemon Sect again."
"They are holding their first assembly, and I'm worried about conflicts and a split…"
"Don't worry, there are always Astartes wearing Blind Spot Star monitoring over there."
Alexander shook his head and said:
"Moreover, Archmagos Belisarius Cawl went there after returning from the Black Library."
Greylina had never been so excited. She even felt as if her soul had been cleansed.
The leaders of the twenty-two temples held an assembly, and as Greylina had feared, there were some disputes between the temples regarding the divinity of Saint Doraemon.
Some claimed that Doraemon was so humble that only a true god would deny his own divinity.
Others believed that this was a temporary measure taken by Doraemon to protect his followers and circumvent oppression from the Adeptus Ministorum.
Still others believed that Doraemon was indeed not a god; he was a sublime saint, an existence infinitely close to a god.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Archmagos Belisarius Cawl arrived at the scene and conveyed the true faith to them.
"The Emperor also once denied his own divinity. There must be a reason for this, but their great wisdom is unknown to us."
"Their divinity is objective, not changing with our humble mortal opinions, not disappearing whether we worship or not."
"Not praising Doraemon's divinity is to follow Doraemon's guidance."
"Praising Doraemon's divinity, however, only stems from one's own desires and cravings, and is contrary to Doraemon's guidance."
"Whatever our Lord says, it is so. Doraemon must have his reasons for doing this."
Those wise words made Greylina's heart surge, and her inner confusions vanished, leaving her with a sense of spiritual comfort.
Praise Saint Doraemon. Greylina couldn't help but praise him in her heart.
Just then, she heard sobbing.
The sound echoed through the marble buildings under the moonlight, making it somewhat eerie.
Greylina hesitated slightly. She saw the person making the sobbing sound.
It was a man leaning against a marble pillar, dressed in an Ultramar Auxiliary Army uniform.
Greylina wavered for a moment, then, from a few meters away, she called out to the sobbing Ultramar Auxiliary Army soldier: "Are you alright? Do you need help?"
The man leaning against the marble pillar slowly raised his head and looked at Greylina.
His tear ducts were swollen, and tears gushed out like a spring, accompanied by swarms of tiny mites.