"A terrible exchange," The Emperor commented in the Throne Room, dressed in a loose robe.
"I think the exchange was a great success." Oedmeir stroked her chin with an amused expression. The Adeptus Custodes and Sisters of Silence had interacted far more than she had expected.
The Emperor could not understand Oedmeir's feelings, but he did not ask. Slaanesh always mocked him for being dull and slow-witted. Over time, he had realized that as long as he kept quiet, he could avoid answering many questions. If Oedmeir believed this was better for the Adeptus Custodes and Sisters of Silence, then he would simply do as she said.
Suddenly, Lin Fan's exasperated voice rang out through the Throne Room.
"Can you hear me? Damn it! I just checked out a planet, and the officials and nobles there made my blood pressure shoot through the roof! I'm sending you the coordinates right now. Hurry up and get someone to deal with that planet's problems. Throw every last criminal to Konrad Curze for him to handle! Even skinning those pieces of shit alive wouldn't soothe my hatred!"
The voice vanished. The Emperor looked at Oedmeir helplessly. "He really is diligent. How many times has he gotten angry now?"
"The twelfth time," Oedmeir answered. "By the way, are you sure handing these matters to Konrad Curze won't get out of hand? That child of yours is not mentally stable."
"I'll have Fulgrim watch over him."
"Can he really keep him in check?"
"He can."
A few hours later, Fulgrim received The Emperor's orders. He was sitting in a palace deep beneath the Imperial Palace, one of the residences The Emperor had built for the Primarchs. It had been sealed away after the Horus Heresy. Now, Fulgrim was leading the surviving Emperor's Children in cleaning