"But I have an opportunity here for you, a very good... well, an opportunity to temper yourself."
Rokasna looked at Principal Tzeentch's smiling face, his gratitude beyond words. He wanted to kneel again and thank the principal for cultivating him, only for Tzeentch to pull him back up.
"You'll be going to the world of Landes. Work hard. I've already arranged everything there. Take this stack of proposals—they were all specially reserved for you."
"Principal..."
Rokasna clutched the huge stack of proposals Tzeentch had handed him and wept with gratitude. Glittering crystals formed at the corners of his eyes, falling to the ground and shattering into powder that scattered the light.
Tzeentch pushed Rokasna forward and casually tore open a Warp rift. "Time waits for no one. Hurry along. No matter whether it goes well or badly, it'll be good for you. Build up your experience. I believe in your abilities."
Rokasna lowered his head, too moved to say a word. Choking back sobs, he stepped into the rift and disappeared.
Once Rokasna had vanished, Tzeentch's smile faded.
"Whew... at least those sleeper agents and plans won't go to waste. That kid has clashed with the Subjective One several times, so he's a good fit. As for the fee for this labor dispatch... I won't reimburse him for it."
On the world of Landes, the Archbishop was praying devoutly in the reliquary chamber of Saint Lakuras. He recited the saint's words from before his death, trying to calm his chaotic thoughts.
"The Emperor... Saint... what should I do..."
The Archbishop was deeply troubled. The congregation of Meimeiriel Hive was in complete disarray, split into two major factions, each of which had further divided into several smaller branches.
Those people were constantly using their influence to sway his thoughts.
To be