"Regent Roboute Guilliman Won Fifty Times in Fifty Days, Winning Again and Again!"
"Lord Sanguinius Won from Morning Till Night, Winning Day and Night."
"Lord Saint Doraemon Won for Another Consecutive Week."
"Saint Doraemon Whipped Up Sustenance Through Winning."
"During Lord Guilliman's Regency, Wins Followed One After Another."
"Under Lord Guilliman's Leadership, Wins Were Everywhere."
"Lord Guilliman Did Not Refuse to Win Because the Victory Was Small, Nor Did He Refuse to Win Because the Win Was Insignificant."
What in the world was all this? Didn't Terra only have the Emperor as its sun?
How did it become this current state where Terra had multiple stars, with both loyalty and wins flourishing?
Alexander immediately felt a headache. He opened a historical work written by the Rational Historian Conclave.
Looking at it, all he saw were complex high gothic words like scriptures. If Alexander hadn't eaten the Translation Moyu beforehand, he wouldn't have understood what they were writing.
Even understanding it now was meaningless.
For example, this book, "Regent Roboute Guilliman Won Fifty Times in Fifty Days, Winning Again and Again!"
It comically and stiffly listed how Guilliman achieved fifty great victories in fifty days. Some of these, in Alexander's opinion, were utterly trivial matters.
"Lord Guilliman Removed the Redundant Toilets in the Imperial Palace from the High Lord's Rule Period—Another Great Win!"
Alexander raised his voice and read out one of the entries.
Such a thing had to be specially written down and extensively documented. An unaware person would think Guilliman was the Imperial Palace's toilet manager.
The other contents were largely similar: Lord Guilliman was the Emperor's most loyal son, Lord Sanguinius' self-sacrifice was an inexhaustible debt of gratitude. In short, it was either gratitude or loyalty, or loyalty or a win, which perfectly compensated for Terra's lack of a sun after the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne.
Seeing Alexander's expression, the official members and auxiliary staff of the Rational Historian Conclave showed timid expressions, shrinking their necks and not daring to look at Alexander.
Alexander couldn't help but sigh at this scene.
It wasn't their fault. This was the prevailing atmosphere on Terra now.
Studying history was an act of heresy. If the outcome was good, it meant the stake; if it was bad, the Inquisition would come knocking.
It was normal for them to feel afraid and not dare to record history truthfully, only daring to focus on trivial details and write praises.
They hadn't yet understood Guilliman's demand for history and truth, still feeling as if they were in their original dangerous environment.
Alexander put down those worthless books and turned to the members of the Rational Historian Conclave before him.
"Do you have any questions about the history of the Imperium? As long as I know, I can answer them for you."
Alexander's words made the newly appointed historians hesitate. They looked at each other, and for a moment, no one dared to speak.
"Don't be afraid. I am not the Inquisition; I won't send you to a white phosphorus pyre for a day trip," Alexander said gently.
But his words only made these historians shiver, yet Alexander's gaze made it impossible for them to avoid him.
Finally, a slightly balding man who looked like an Adeptus Administratum employee stood up.
"Sir, I don't have much more I want to know about our history. I just want to know where Tiena went," he asked timidly.
"..Who is Tiena?" Alexander asked, momentarily stunned.
"She was once one of us, one of the earliest members," a woman with many mechanical implants, seemingly from Mars, said softly.
The man resembling an Adeptus Administratum official nodded: "She was the best among us, closer to the concept of a historian than anyone else."
"But she disappeared, suddenly, inexplicably, and terrifyingly."
Disappeared? Done by the Inquisition? How could that be? Which Inquisitor would dare to lay hands on Guilliman's people?
Alexander frowned, already planning to go to the Inquisition to demand her return.
"She was always very keen on unearthing lost history, especially from the Great Heresy period. She was always digging into the history of the Ultramarines, Blood Angels, and Dark Angels during the Great Heresy..." the man resembling an Adeptus Administratum official continued.
".." Alexander fell into a brief silence.
Sorry, Inquisitor, I wronged you.
He had just been thinking that Guilliman yearned for truth and history.
But this couldn't be blamed on Guilliman. That historian named Tiena, of all things, what was she researching? Ultramarines, Blood Angels, and Dark Angels? Researching it so coincidentally, wasn't she afraid of actually finding something out?
"Was she researching history related to Macragge before she disappeared?" Alexander asked tentatively.
Guilliman wouldn't be so ruthless. That historian was likely just imprisoned or brainwashed.
"No, sir, she wasn't," the man resembling an Adeptus Administratum official shook his head and said.
This made Alexander raise his eyebrows slightly, and he continued to ask: "Could it be related to the Blood Angels...?"
She wouldn't have gone to inquire about things like the Bloodthirst and Black Rage, would she?
Then it's best to pray it wasn't done by a chapter like the Flesh Tearers, otherwise, that historian might only have a dried husk left.
"No, sir."
The man resembling an Adeptus Administratum official continued to shake his head and said:
"The history she researched was mainly focused on the late Great Heresy."
"Before she disappeared, she seemed to be researching... researching the reason why the Dark Angels' homeworld, Caliban, suddenly exploded at the end of the Great Heresy."
She really dared to research that, Alexander's lips twitched uncontrollably, and he was speechless for a moment.
She probably found out something about the Fallen Angels, Luther, or little secrets.
At the end of the Horus Heresy, Lion El'Jonson's adoptive father, Luther, launched a rebellion, bombing Lion King Lion who had just returned to Caliban's orbit.
The enraged Lion attacked Caliban itself and engaged in a fierce battle with Luther.
At the end of the battle, an inexplicable, unknown, and bizarre Warp storm swept across Caliban, completely tearing it apart, and also sweeping many fragments of Caliban along with the Fallen Angels into it, casting them into different times and spaces.
This matter has always been a little secret of the Dark Angel Chapter, not to be known by others. That historian probably really found some clues and was then sanctioned by the Dark Angel's Inner Circle.
Honestly, the fact that they didn't wipe out the Rational Historian Conclave was already giving Guilliman face.
Guilliman probably wouldn't want to delve deeper, after all, which legion didn't have its little secrets?
"Did she leave any clothing behind?" Alexander asked sincerely.
"Can a person be found just by having clothing?" the man resembling an Adeptus Administratum official said somewhat excitedly.
"Ah, no, you can erect a cenotaph for her."
"And I ask you not to investigate the Ultramarines, Blood Angels, and Dark Angels too much during the mid-to-late Great Heresy."
"You can focus your energy on the history before the Great Heresy and after Roboute Guilliman was killed by Fulgrim with a single sword."
Alexander's warning was entirely for the safety of these historians.
But these historians seemed not to understand the meaning of Alexander's words, and they all looked at each other.
"Do you have any other questions?" Alexander rubbed his brow and asked.
The female historian, who seemed to be from Mars, hesitated for a moment and said: "Many of Terra's records are locked down."
"Sir, I heard that the Ptolemy Library on Macragge is one of the most magnificent libraries in the entire galaxy. Is it possible to—"
"No," Alexander flatly refused her.
They immediately wilted again.
"The Ptolemy Library was attacked by rebels and sustained damage. It is currently closed for repairs," Alexander explained.
This was, of course, a lie. The truth was that Tigurius was frantically creating history, covering up the existence of the Second Imperium. Now Tigurius must be wishing that the Black Legion had really blown up the Ptolemy Library.
Looking at the dispirited historians, Alexander couldn't help but sigh.
"Forget it, I'll speak, and you record."
"Below, I will show you the development trajectory of human history."
Alexander looked at the historians who were picking up paper and pens, and hesitated for a moment before saying:
"If anyone records content that includes loyalty, gratitude, or win, I guarantee I will send you on a day trip to the Inquisition Fortress."
The historians nodded in fear.
Alexander nodded in satisfaction.
"Then, let's begin."
"The beginning of this story dates back to nearly fifty millennia ago, by the Sakarya River in Asia Minor on Terra."
"There, perhaps the first human murder occurred."
"A man killed his elder brother, and his elder brother's son then killed the man with Psyker powers, completing perhaps the first human revenge."
"That avenger, that boy, used many names in later days, but his original true name has long been forgotten."
"Here, for convenience, we will call this child... Yellow-Skinned Rat."
"Come, write it down, Yellow-Skinned Rat."
The historians hurriedly lowered their heads and began to record.
Alexander suddenly began to feel that he might be very suitable for this job.
During the time when the High Lords were in session, Alexander basically spent it at the Rational Historian Conclave, occasionally visiting Reyna, watching Reyna train the Astra Militarum on Terra, and discussing the sale of dorayaki with Kania Danda.
He thus rarely felt a sense of stability, and the flow of time also quickened.
About thirteen days later, the High Lord Council came to an end.
Around the same time, the Fabricator-Generals under Oudia also visited Alexander.
They expressed Oudia's apologies for not being able to visit in person — Oudia was too large.
Then, they formally extended an invitation to Alexander, hoping that he could visit Mars, the planet belonging to the Omnissiah.