"Bring me a serving of grilled anteater heart too, medium-rare." The Emperor casually pulled over a table and joined this gluttonous feast.
"Here, this is mead Russ treasured. He gave it to me when he first returned to the Imperium. I rarely drink it, so today, let's drink our fill." For once, the Emperor was not wearing his iconic golden armor. Instead, he wore a perfectly tailored set of casual clothes.
The Emperor casually opened the mead stored in a white barrel two meters in diameter. Calling it a barrel was not quite accurate—it was actually a container made from the processed spine of a Kraken Monster from the depths of Fenris's oceans.
The golden liquor poured straight from the tap into pristine glass cups. A honey-like fragrance instantly filled the air, and the temperature seemed to drop considerably. The wine brewed from the various plants of Fenris, that frigid Death World, appeared to carry Fenris's unique chill as well.
"Korax, have a drink." The Emperor first poured a large, brimming cup of mead for his beloved eldest son and handed it over, then prepared to fill a cup for Sandman as well.
"That's enough, that's enough! Are you trying to kill me? I'm not a freak like you two. I'll dilute it and just have a taste." Sandman immediately panicked when he saw the Emperor handing him such a huge, full cup.
His physical constitution could not compare to the Emperor's or Korax's. This was enough to get Russ completely drunk; if he downed a whole cup, he might just drop dead on the spot.
"I forgot there was a weakling here." The Emperor fired directly at him.
"Heh, as if you were never weak." Sandman rolled his eyes at the Emperor. This was his home turf now, and