I Want to Be His Majesty Malice's Dog

In Macragge's central plaza, a huge square display case had been set up in the middle of the street. Curious about what was inside, people gathered around and speculated.

"I think it must be the Imperium's latest powerful weapon. Otherwise, why would so many Angels of Death be guarding it? Maybe they'll be able to reclaim the Dark Side with this weapon."

A young Planetary Defense Force officer offered his opinion, but the other onlookers clearly disagreed. A noble in suspenders with a center part gave his own take:

"You can tell at a glance you've got no idea what you're talking about. If it were an Imperial weapon, our Ultramarines would be guarding it. Haven't you seen their cool hairstyles? Those Angels are Blackwatch."

"But their armor is clearly blue!"

The young officer argued back. As an Imperial soldier, even if he was only in the less capable Planetary Defense Force, he knew the paint schemes of the various Legions. At the very least, he could tell whether the people who'd come in response to a call for support would end up executing him on the spot for being disloyal.

After all, it'd be a real disaster if the big guy you'd gone to so much trouble to summon on the battlefield turned out to be a hooded Dark Angel clad in green armor.

In fact, among the Imperium's rank and file, mortal soldiers had even put together a booklet about the various Legions, highlighting the traits and preferences of each.

For example, if the Ultramarines showed up, you were basically in the clear. As long as you were tough enough, you could hang on. Just remember to mind your manners.

If the Death Guard showed up, the battlefield would turn into the fiercest kind of hold-the-line fight. But