The Collector Sincerely Urges You to Do Your Best, Calgar

The performance was a resounding success, and everyone was delighted!

After a few human scoundrels with impure motives and corrupted loyalties were led away, Malice's appearance instantly raised the ball to heights it had never been meant to reach. Even the Ecclesiarchy was drawn in.

The Emperor had a thousand faces, and everyone held their own image of faith in their hearts. Malice's exceptional looks instantly caught the attention of a crowd of lecherous old men—and there were even more women in the audience.

Looking at the girl before them, biting her lip, her heroic face filled with an utterly untainted, innocent smile, like a pure holy maiden-knight stepping up to shoulder a great burden in a time of crisis, everyone praised that name from the bottom of their hearts—Malice!

Especially that gorgeous black-and-gold armor, alluring without being vulgar, which perfectly catered to the little kinks of the Imperium's people. Add a pair of bare, flesh-colored thighs, and it was no wonder some people's loyalties had turned, eager to steal the Dog-man's job.

The most interesting thing was that after people prayed devoutly, they could actually feel an undying sun burning with black-and-gold flames, shining down on them.

With all of that combined, if anyone claimed Malice wasn't the God-Emperor appearing before them, the audience would be the first to drag him out and shoot him.

What nobody knew, however, was that Malice wasn't even properly awake. Her mind was wandering, and her innocent smile was simply because she was spacing out.

During the intermission, Lord Guilliman came backstage.

With a shifting of flesh, the original golden-haired, close-cropped boy transformed into Hogg, a stunningly handsome Primarch with long, wavy silver hair.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Hogg thought that performing onstage was no job for a human being. Six