"Fulgrim, I had no intention of criticizing your private life."
Perhaps seeing the jealous displeasure flickering in her eyes, Philus smiled.
"But do not let the fear of being unloved become your weakness, my friend."
"A weakness?"
Fulgrim snorted dismissively.
"Hmph. In this world, who could possibly be more gorgeous and radiant than I am?"
"No one!"
"It is impossible, and there never will be anyone more deserving of all the love in this world than me."
She was supremely confident.
"Even... the beautiful Angel of the Ninth Legion the Emperor just mentioned?"
Kasgar asked softly.
"Of course."
Fulgrim leaned close to Kasgar and whispered in his ear, "She is the primarch of the Grave Wardens Legion."
She could not imagine how beautiful someone could possibly be if she was the primarch of a legion as savage and vicious as the Grave Wardens.
Kasgar's question was simply absurd.
An Angel?
Hmph, even an Angel would not be prettier than me!
She did not believe this sister could surpass her in beauty.
And Kasgar, who knew how it would all turn out...
"Yes."
"That's right, exactly."
He could hardly contradict her on the spot.
Kasgar chose to indulge her.
Aside from the seat that had remained empty all along, the entire banquet was not as unbearable as Kasgar had expected.
He could sense that the Emperor was trying his utmost to maintain his relationships with the primarchs, but for most of the time, he merely sat there without saying a word.
He gave off an intense aura that warned strangers to keep away.
Other than the progress of the Great Crusade, there seemed to be little he could contribute to the primarchs' discussions.
As the Emperor who ruled over all, it was not easy for him to judge which side was