A Spontaneous Trip

Man is iron, rice is steel. Although it was said that Zoffy was not to have dinner, Hogg couldn't help himself, simply because the Adeptus Custodes' cooking was too good.

Watching the two gluttons stuffing their faces, Emperor, who had originally wanted a late-night snack before his game, suddenly lost his appetite. Only a few lemons remained intact on the entire table; everything else had been ravaged by these two curs.

Touching that square lemon produced in Rogal Dorn's homeland, Emperor grew angrier the more he thought about it. Why did this cur have to loiter here and refuse to leave? Couldn't he just go back to Alicia and cool his heels?

Peeling the rind and tasting the lemon's sour bitterness, Emperor admonished him:

"Hogg, since you've been to the treasury and the Greenskin have already started scrapping with the fatty, why don't you head back to Alicia? Holy Terra cannot accommodate a cur like you. All the Primarch are on the front lines of the Great Crusade; can't you do something productive like them?"

Snatching the dessert from Zoffy's hand, Hogg swallowed the chocolate cake in one gulp before she could even react, leaving her with nothing. He then turned his head and sprayed Old Man Yellow's face with crumbs, saying:

"Yellow Weasel, you're burning bridges here. Without my mediation, how could those Blue-skinned T'au have come to garrison Terra?"

"Not to mention I even brought back Rogal Dorn this time. You're chasing me away before my seat is even warm. Do you believe I'll turn around and defect to Malice, leaving you as a truly lonely man?"

At these words, Emperor's face filled with sorrow. He thought to himself that he never should have let the Primarch see the images of Malice. Now, they didn't even call him