The Emperor Has Social Anxiety

The Great Crusade was a galactic-scale war of expansion. Countless fleets and armies as numerous as the sands of the Ganges fought side by side across vast distances that could only be crossed through Warp travel and psychic communication.

The scale and constant changes of this war made it difficult for the Imperium's upper echelons to grasp the situation accurately. The Emperor and Malcador had neither the time nor energy to command the Legions scattered across the Milky Way, and could only hope they would continue forward according to the established plan.

I choose to trust my children. The busy Emperor accepted the document Malcador handed him. They are outstanding and mature. Their desire to restore humanity's golden age is the same as mine. They will not disappoint me!

Malcador ignored the Emperor and instead summoned Valdor with a frown. "How long has he been staying alone at the interface between the Webway and the Golden Throne?"

Valdor nervously glanced at the Emperor. Malcador tapped Valdor's golden armor with his Aquila staff. "Answer my question. Don't look at him."

The Emperor shot Valdor a quick glance, the threat in it unmistakable.

Malcador raised a hand to block the Emperor's psychic pressure, then slowly straightened the back that had grown somewhat bent from work. At that moment, the Imperium's Chancellor looked utterly imposing.

Caught between two great figures, even Valdor, commander of the Adeptus Custodes, found it hard to breathe.

He was loyal, so he would not betray the Emperor.

He was loyal, so he would not lie to the Emperor's closest friend, Chancellor Malcador.

Great beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. This was more exhausting than slaughtering millions of Orks alone.

"Ah... forget it." Malcador sighed, his body slumping once more. It looked as though he could only remain