Her Name is Zoffy

"So, the good brother was actually me all along? These two Shadow-beast blobs are what that big toad Slann turned into after he died?"

"Correct! The great Zoffy possesses a pure bloodline. In my past life, I was the true Overlord of the galaxy. It is no shame for you to serve as my pet."

Fate is truly marvelous. Hogg was quite happy to see Slann again in the future, but what excited him even more was this: since Zoffy was the remains of an Old Ones, wouldn't he, as her master, be set for life?

Thinking back to the psychic artifacts he had seen earlier—things he didn't understand but clearly held great power—Hogg realized that while he was a psychic muggle, Imperium wasn't short on talent. Finding a few trustworthy psychics would be simple; if all else failed, he could just drag Little Pony and Yellow Weasel over.

Pinning the dog-headed creature down, Hogg's tone grew increasingly gentle. In his eyes, Zoffy was now more precious than a warehouse full of Auramite. Even if she wanted to use Old Man Yellow's head as a soccer ball right now, Hogg would draw his blade and march on Terra to convince Emperor to be sensible.

"Hi-hi-hi, little treasure, since you've recovered your memories, have you remembered those lovely Old Ones technologies too?"

Swatting away the hand Hogg had pressed onto her head, Zoffy defied the natural order and began rubbing Hogg's scalp instead, saying with an arrogant expression:

"What kind of trash is mere psychic technology? The great Zoffy is well-versed in all eras. Be more polite to me from now on. You must call me Master when we meet, do you hear me?"

"Yes, yes, yes, you are absolutely right. From now on, I, Hogg, am your humble underling. If