Aosabaier's eyes widened. He already understood Amalaga's plan.
"This... this flavor will definitely be one of a kind."
"Indeed, my lord." Amalaga replied elegantly. "I spent a week revising her memories and adding new content."
"Basically, she led the Sisters in repelling our assault, then the Ecclesiarchy rewarded her. Finally, she went to Terra to receive the Corpse Emperor's light, blah blah blah. Then the Corpse Emperor rose to his feet and declared her the greatest Living Saint, after which she assisted him in sweeping across the galaxy. The monkeys unified once more, and the Golden Age returned. That sort of story."
"It must be wonderful for her."
"Yes, it truly was. When she saw the Corpse Emperor's throne and received The Emperor's recognition, her emotional fluctuations were at their strongest. But it was pure worship and devotion. I made wafers from those feelings. The taste was average—salty and spicy."
Amalaga stroked his chin, savoring the memory of those biscuits filled with fanatical faith. Beside him, Osadel suppressed the disgust in his heart as he watched Lucia's fabricated memories.
"So this is the monkey's life after retirement?"
"Exactly. Once the memories are stimulated deeply enough, her brain will fill in the gaps on its own. This is the happiest scenario her subconscious could imagine—in a beautiful world where animals and nature lived in harmony, where every piece of livestock lived with dignity, and she was the head of both a church and an orphanage."
"Oh... heavens..." Aosabaier closed his eyes and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. "I can't wait to taste the pain when her dream shatters... Just thinking about it is unbelievably delicious..."
Amalaga chuckled. There was nothing better than having his work appreciated. He shut down the memory fabrication device and woke Lucia.
"Mm..."