"Actually, Horus was just an ordinary name," Horus Aximand, unknown to Johnny, said. "For a time, it became very popular because of a Primarch—especially on his homeworld, where it was practically everywhere... Of course, that is all ancient history. You would probably rather hear something that could help with your writing, wouldn't you, Mr. Haide?"
Beneath the star-filled sky and surrounded by flowers in every conceivable shape and color, Johnny hurriedly shook his head.
"No, no, not at all. Please go on. Those details are what matter most."
Aximand smiled and nodded, casually picking up a glass from the round table before him. It held no fine wine, but a bitter floral tea.
A few hours earlier, Johnny had toured the garden under his guidance, passing the time before the banquet attended by only the two of them. At the time, his most admired biographer had privately told him that he had built the garden with his own hands. Even every single brick had been fired bit by bit in a kiln by him personally.
Johnny did not understand why an Astartes who so clearly held such an exalted position would be obsessed with something so...
Well, something that seemed utterly meaningless to a person like him. But he would never comment on it. Everyone had a past and secrets they could not speak of, so why judge other people?
He even felt that it was precisely this attitude that had moved the other man, leading him to keep Johnny in the garden for further conversation after the banquet and pour him a cup of floral tea he had brewed himself. Johnny had assumed he would not enjoy such a bland drink compared to alcohol, but unfortunately, he had been wrong.
So far, he had already drunk three cups in