Warhammer, I promise I am loyal!!

The priest's words did not shake Leon's resolve.

Leon even felt that there was nothing more fitting than relics possibly connected to Chaos Angels.

Before attempting to use the sacrificial book in his mind to summon those mighty demigods, he had many other matters to confirm.

Leon carefully examined the other items collected by the arms-dealing merchant who had built his fortune by trafficking weapons.

Among them, there were two items barely evaluated as holy relics by the sacrificial book.

These were connected to a legendary mortal commander and a psyker deemed illegal and eliminated by the Imperium.

"These—"

Leon called for Mireille, instructing her to find some people to move the giant sword onto his airship.

After consulting Hansar, the experienced Navy major beside him, Leon managed to acquire an entire batch of weapons—enough to rearm twenty heavy infantry divisions on Joachim.

As for where a young man who hadn't even graduated from school managed to get such vast sums of money—

"These should suffice to upgrade Dean's frontline forces," Leon said.

Hansar looked over the inventory list and nodded approvingly, casting a gaze of admiration toward Leon.

"Looks like your schooling paid off. Gudrun's investment in you is proving worthwhile."

Who would have thought, Uncle Card!

Leon merely gave a polite but slightly awkward smile in response to Hansar's praise. It could only be said that being a teenager full of chūnibyō delusions was truly something terrifying.

Reflecting on the preparations he had made before recovering his past life's memories, Leon felt a touch of emotion as he glanced at the shopping list before him.

Indeed, it was the lifelong accumulation of a delusional teenager.

Before recalling his past life, the boy who was Leon had dreamed of arriving at his fief two years later and starring in a self-serving drama where a live-in son-in-law usurps his lord.

Hansar, meanwhile, turned back to briefly confer with the priest.

After a short exchange, he handed the priest a card preloaded with unrestricted credits valid across the sector.

Hector Bell, the priest from the Giraldo Sector's main church, verified the card's authenticity with practiced ease.

He then converted the amount into church currency, deducted the appropriate fees, and returned the remaining amount to Hansar.

"You can take this to the chapel at the starport. They'll exchange it for Thrones," the priest said to the merchant and handed him a church bond.

This wasn't the first time Zoran had conducted transactions in such a manner.

But regardless of how often he did it, he couldn't help but complain about the Imperium's complex monetary system.

"I honestly don't know what those old bureaucrats on Terra are busy with every day. If you ask me, they should all be hauled before a tribunal and thoroughly investigated!"

Zoran grimaced as he imagined his hard-earned Thrones passing through the hands of those church priests.

"Look on the bright side. If the Imperium ever truly unified its currency, every merchant like you would end up on the gallows," the priest replied with a cold smile.

Standing up, he dusted off his black robes and strode briskly toward the door. Clearly, this transaction had been highly profitable for him as well, leaving him in a particularly good mood.

As an extra divine punishment for this sinful trade, he had charged an additional 5% handling fee—an amount that was far from trivial.

Before leaving, the priest glanced at the symbol of Imperial faith hanging around Leon's neck.

His gaze softened slightly, and he said, "If you need anything similar in the future, feel free to find me at the chapel in the starport. I'll be stationed here for the next hundred years, spreading the Emperor's teachings."

'I guess you're not hinting at selling me saintly relics or other contraband but genuinely trying to guide a lost lamb toward the Emperor's light.'

Leon could only hope for the best.

Based on what he had seen today, the corruption among the Imperial clergy in this sector was—

"Unexpectedly rampant—"

On the airship back, Leon absentmindedly stroked the ancient weapon by his side—a blade possibly wielded by an Astartes ten thousand years ago.

Although it had long lost its glory, Leon could still feel the weapon's brutal history from the cold, heavy alloy and the jagged scars etched upon it.

Such power—

He took a deep breath, leaned back against the plush cushions, and allowed his thoughts to drift.

Although the holy relics were ready, this world clearly lacked constructs like the Greater and Lesser Grails or magical circuits.

Leon couldn't help but be curious about what surprises the thesis that had accompanied him into this world would unveil.

'What was the main subject of my half-written paper again?'

'Damn it! I can't remember!'

Leon frowned.

He vaguely recalled the opening sentence of the title—

[An Overview of Shamanistic Beliefs and the Origins of Horseback Shamans—]

As new text materialized in the ancient book in his hands, Leon read softly, feeling a sense of relief.

At least this thing could gradually unlock itself.

The content about the Holy Grail War seemed fully accessible now.

Reading through the modern magical lore of a certain island nation, Leon's expression grew increasingly bizarre.

[Using specific rituals to collect spiritual energy generated during intense confrontations, and summoning heroic spirits with holy relics as mediums.]

'Competing with four peddlers for a spot? Breaking into the Warp's backyard? Are they trying to get me killed faster?!'

And then—[By assisting heroic spirits in fulfilling their unfulfilled wishes, Masters can use Command Seals (up to three, depending on power dynamics) to strengthen or compel their heroic spirits to execute specific orders.]

'Why am I helping heroic spirits fulfill their wishes?!'

'What the hell, am I the Holy Grail itself?!'

'My wish is to get out of this damn world! Holy Grail, answer me! Ahhhhhh!'

Leon quickly regained his composure.

The last line was what mattered most to him:

[After fulfilling a heroic spirit's wishes, the Master may inherit one of the heroic spirit's abilities as a gift (subject to the heroic spirit's impression of the Master).]

Excellent, powerful. If only the parentheses weren't there.

'So if the impression is negative, I won't gain anything, or worse, I might get cursed by the heroic spirit?!'

Leon sighed heavily.

'This system is a trap!'

"Know of any ongoing wars nearby?"

Leon asked, stretching lazily.

The young woman piloting the airship, though slightly stunned by the question, quickly regained her composure.

As a reservist officer in training, she was more informed about the surrounding conflicts than most.

After a brief thought, her body operated the massive machine instinctively as she replied: "If it's a large-scale war, there's been a rebellion on Oran recently. The planetary governor has completely lost control, and Imperial officials are debating whether to send reinforcements."

"When you say 'recently,' how long do you mean?"

"Including this year, it's been about twelve years and five months."

Mireille slowly decelerated the airship for landing, unsure as she answered.

'Classic Imperium.'

Leon silently mocked the inefficiency in his heart.

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8. Very Well, But I Refuse!

9. Gold Explosion! In Every Sense!

10. Departure.