Bonus Chapter 1056: Banquet, Metal, and Hangovers—Plus The Emperor's Gift
"To be honest, I still don't think this is a good idea."
Corvus Corax complained, his pale face today somehow showing the faintest hint of a "normal person's" color. Don't misunderstand—this did not mean his genes had mutated. It was because of etiquette.
Yes, etiquette.
That included the tight formal suit he was wearing now.
"Which part do you mean? Wearing formal clothes, asking the Central Hub to put some makeup on you so you don't look so pale, or setting this long table?" Sanguinius asked with a smile.
The Archangel wore a white robe and was now gazing at his brother beneath the swaying candlelight. Faced with his gentleness, Corax sighed helplessly.
A little piece of knowledge: when Sanguinius looked at you like that, you were better off not answering honestly.
But...
Corvus Corax said, "All of it."
"All of it?" Sanguinius raised his brows in surprise. "Including this banquet to receive our guest?"
"Even including letting Konrad Curze play his so-called metal." The Lord of the Ravens said with a melancholy expression. "Believe me, Sanguinius, this is absolutely not a good thing."
"Hmm..."
The Archangel fell into thought. After a while, he slowly walked to Corax's side.
This room aboard Macragge's Honour had not been used for a full ten thousand years, so the Ultramarines had never installed a lighting system inside it.
Candles were burning on the surrounding walls, and Corax could pick up the scent of flame with great precision.
He looked at Sanguinius with some expectation in his eyes, wanting to know whether the Baalite would agree with him after thinking it over.
Then—
"But would canceling this banquet at the last minute not be even worse?"
"..."
Corax had no answer.
"And, Corax, though