"Father."
Horus turned to look at the Emperor.
"Do you acknowledge the wager Mr. Raven made over this card game?"
The other Primarchs also turned, wanting to hear the Emperor's answer.
Faced with Raven's seemingly absurd antics, the smiling Emperor chose to offer unconditional support and trust.
"Mr. Raven possesses the same authority as I do. Everything he promises is valid."
Having received the Emperor's affirmation,
a faint smile appeared on Koz's gloomy face.
"You will regret this, Mr. Raven."
"I hope so." Raven flapped his wings into the air before landing on Waldo's shoulder. "Big Corn Cob, have someone bring me fries and ketchup. Seaweed-flavored fries."
Koz looked around and chose a Tech-Priest standing nearby, boredly flicking his gear-shaped scepter with metal fingers.
"Him. Is that acceptable?"
"I told you, it doesn't matter who you choose." Raven used his beak to preen his feathers.
The Tech-Priest was brought before Koz.
Confusion showed on his half-metal, half-flesh face.
He had been slacking off and had not paid attention to what the Primarchs were discussing.
How had he suddenly been picked to play cards?!
And why were these Primarchs looking at him with such burning eyes?
Raven landed between Koz and the young priest.
"Now, let me explain the rules of Gwent. There are five decks to choose from in total."
"Each deck contains different combat values, representing armies, soldiers, heroes, weather, and so on."
"At the start of the game, both sides randomly draw a fixed number of cards from their decks."
"Cards cannot be reshuffled after each round. After three rounds, the game ends when one side concedes or plays all the cards in hand. Whoever has the higher combat value wins."
"..."
After hearing the rules, Koz instantly understood how Gwent worked.
A chilling smile appeared on his