Sashiko watched the Iron Warriors and Grenadiers enter the mag-rail elevator, then tried to slip away quietly—only for Number 0 to catch her.
"Does my lord have any other orders for me~?"
"Disguise yourself and go help on the battlefield. If I find that you've corrupted even a single person, just wait for madam to dip you in sauce and eat you!"
"Yes, yes, I'm going right away~"
Sashiko smiled as she melted into the shadows and drifted toward the battlefield, while thoroughly cursing out Dantik's and Number 0's families under her breath.
Dantik silently watched Number 0. The huge hole blasted through his chest still throbbed faintly. "I have a question. Are you human, or something else?"
Apparently, Dantik was not the only one curious. Even the Grenadiers clutching their blasphemous lasguns turned to look at Number 0.
"I'm just a perfectly normal ordinary person."
Dantik watched Number 0 point at his own head, then turned away with no desire to continue the conversation. His mind rapidly analyzed Number 0's words and actions. Those behaviors had to mean something.
A perfectly normal ordinary person.
His physical strength and his ability to evade their attacks proved that he was anything but ordinary, and he knew far too many secrets.
Sashiko, a Greater Daemon of Slaanesh, had even called him "my lord." Moreover, Dantik had clearly heard the tone Number 0 used when asking about Slaanesh. It was not the reverence of one worshipping a god, but something far more casual.
That emotion... Dantik found it difficult to describe. His heart of iron held only cold calculations of production and ambitions to enslave the Imperium. Such weak emotions would never be written into the Iron Warriors' book of war.
The elevator hummed as it descended. Number 0 could clearly feel the