As the Administrative Hall next door rang with shrill screams, Hogg and the others rushed toward the Imperial Palace gates, where Perturabo had been waiting for a long time.
Dorn felt uneasy as the man who had taught him for more than a decade stared at him. For no apparent reason, fear seized him, and the words he had prepared refused to come out. He could only stand there dumbly.
"Perturabo, I... I—"
"You, I, I, I, I—what about you?" Hogg kicked the coward aside and pointed at Headless Senior Sister. "Pepe, I suggest you get out of my way. Once I deal with that Yellow Weasel, I'll give you a new body and reattach your head. Now hurry up and take that indecent thing beside you and move along. Pulling this stunt in public? Shameful! I at least keep the lights off."
Perturabo already had a bad temper, and after Hogg gave her an earful, she was stunned. But soon, with her head empty, she started laughing, pointing at Ferrus beside her. "Did you hear that? Your brother says you're an indecent thing. And you tried to fool me, saying you had a high status over there and were the Emperor's proudest son. Ferrus, Ferrus, you're such a loser."
Ferrus shrank back after his identity was exposed, but no matter how he moved, the body of Angel of Bliss he occupied always looked suggestive. Knowing that Ferrus himself was a burly man made Hogg and the others feel sick.
"You little bastard! We went through hell and back and wasted all this time just to find you, and what are you doing? Cosplaying here! How can you face Fulgrim? If we'd known, we would've talked Third Sister into remarrying."
"Don't! Just hear me out. I didn't want to end