"Honestly, what am I supposed to do with you people?"
If he hadn't known Guilliman was still his foolish brother, Hogg would have wondered if he was the Machine God, the one who could lend a helping hand to anyone—or Doraemon, pulling a Galaxy-destroying bomb out of his pocket on the spot.
"You bastard, say that one more time and I'll pin you to the ground and beat you! Don't ruin my childhood! He was the role model I always looked up to, wasn't he, Neoth Nobita!"
Only the Emperor could catch Hogg's reference. He was the only one there who had watched Doraemon. After all, he was a psionic pretty boy who'd been around since the Neolithic era. Back in the 3K era, the Emperor really had spent some time as a shut-in. And from the way Hogg had wheedled information out of him, the bastard had even spent a while as a cosplayer.
Even worse, the reason the Emperor had quit cosplaying back then was that his online friends couldn't figure out how to unzip files. In the end, someone reported him, and he became a target of the crackdown.
Thinking about it that way, it didn't seem so unreasonable that Guilliman had taken over a young girl's consciousness and gone around in a woman's body. Guilliman could even claim that he was simply following the unchanging ways of his ancestors!
With so many people watching, Guilliman had felt a little embarrassed at first. But soon he puffed out his chest and declared that this was his freedom. He wasn't stealing or robbing anyone, and he'd greatly improved the Imperium's administrative efficiency. If Hogg and the others hadn't ruined everything, he could have kept it hidden for the rest of his life.
Guilliman's six-in-one chanting made everyone's ears