"No matter what, I can finally get some proper rest. Nothing to worry about—what a relief."
Ron listened to the pleasant sounds of play and walked over the soft grass, warm as feathers.
In the end, he had still graciously accepted the local specialties sent over from the various segmentums and sectors.
After all, they were tokens of goodwill from the Imperial nobles and vassal races, and they also represented their loyalty. It would have been even worse for him, the Savior, to refuse them, since that would affect harmony.
Ron walked forward, the feeling beneath his feet excellent.
This stretch of grass had been cultivated using the latest biotechnology, and its comfort had been pushed to the limit.
To put it simply, it was a natural version of a Simmons mattress, capable of accommodating hundreds of people rolling around or moving about on it at the same time.
Of course, this was still not the limit for the mighty Savior. It was just that he was frugal, disciplined, and unwilling to be overly extravagant or wasteful.
In the words of a certain historical scholar—the great Savior, the Emperor of Mankind, might perhaps be the most benevolent, most frugal, and most praiseworthy supreme ruler in all of human history.
He could be called a model of civilization.
After all, this supreme ruler did not consume many Psykers every day like previous rulers, nor did he have any special hobbies that required the expenditure of vast resources.
Nor would he casually torment the civilized worlds under his command, such as by carrying out certain hunts or sacrificial rituals.
Not only that, the Savior's temperament was also extremely stable and kind. Working under this supreme ruler, as long as one did not engage in excessive corruption or harm Imperial citizens...
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