Keep it up, noble Imperial Regent

Someone once said that the best way to hide one's purpose was not even knowing what one truly wanted to do.

Among the Chaos Gods of the Warp, Tzeentch was the most typical example.

What he pursued was the process of wisdom, change, conspiracy, and calculation rather than the result. He delighted in playing others in the palm of his hand and plunging the entire world into endless chaos.

That meant there was no way to analyze or predict him from the perspectives of reason or self-interest.

Perhaps the only ones who could rival him in that regard were the Alpha Legion, who continued to give the Imperium of Man endless headaches even now.

These Adeptus Astartes warriors, who had participated in the Horus Heresy, were likewise impossible to fathom because of their inexplicable actions and behavior.

For example, they might suddenly attack a planet, slaughter all the local religious personnel, publicly preach about the Imperium's present cruelty, brutality, and tyranny, then leave without looking back—neither harming civilians nor plundering supplies.

Even worse, although their Primarch had countless recorded deaths at the hands of the Officio Assassinorum, a new one would emerge again before long.

They were like wildfire that could never be burned away, springing back to life with every gust of wind.

As the T'au traitor was completely perfected, many of the details behind the entire incident finally came to light.

Just as Soros had expected, this fellow had merely been a pawn pushed to the forefront. Every action he had taken from beginning to end had been guided by some inexplicable voice.

The person who had placed him within this merchant fleet was a high-ranking member of the T'au Empire's Water Caste.

As for whether that person had acted unintentionally or had also pledged allegiance to the