Terra Is Wonderful

It was a young figure.

He is about 1.8 meters tall, with handsome features and a refined demeanor.

He was wearing a simple, plain robe, standing at the edge of the crowd, smiling as he looked at Lion.

Lion looked at that face and felt it looked somewhat familiar.

But after ten thousand years, he really couldn't remember who it was.

Until the young man spoke:

"Lion, it's been a long time."

As soon as the voice was uttered, Lion's pupils contracted sharply.

That was Malcador's voice.

It was the voice of the Imperium Chancellor.

It was the voice of the old man who had sustained the Imperium for millennia.

But the person in front of him—

"Malcador?!"

His voice was filled with disbelief, "How could you...?"

Malcador smiled, a hint of youthful slyness in his smile:

"Younger?"

Guilliman helped me with it."

He spread his arms, displaying his twenty-year-old body:

"They say it's a byproduct of some Law of Eternity."

I don't really understand either, but I'm young, which is great.

Lion remained silent for a moment.

He looked at the young man in front of him who only reached his knees—yes, knees.

Malcador 1.8 meters tall, but he is 4 meters tall.

The scene had a strange sense of contrast.

But he didn't laugh.

He simply bent down slowly, kneeling on one knee, so that his gaze was level with Malcador's.

"Prime Minister."

His voice was respectful:

"Thank you for everything you've done for the Imperium over these ten thousand years."

Malcador looked at him, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.

"You've changed, Lion."

He said there was a hint of relief in his voice:

You've grown a lot since then.

Lion lowered his head, a hint of bitterness in his voice:

"What I've lost is enough for me to regret for the rest of my life."

Malcador reached out and gently patted his shoulder—a gesture that looked somewhat comical, but no one laughed.

"It's good that you're back."

He said:

"It's good that you're back."

Then, Lion's gaze fell on the last figure.

Sanguinius.

Angel.

His perfect brother.

He stood there, his long golden hair fluttering gently in the breeze, his white wings folded behind him, and a gentle smile on his handsome face.

He seemed to be enveloped in a faint light.

That was a sacred light.

That was the light of angels.

That is--

Lion looked at that face, and his eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

Ten thousand years.

For ten thousand years, he thought he would never see that face again.

For ten thousand years, he thought that perfect brother had vanished forever in Horus's betrayal.

For ten thousand years, he could only recall that final embrace in his dreams.

But at that moment, Sanguinius stood right in front of him.

To live.

Smiling.

Wait for him.

Lion could no longer contain himself, and rushed forward to hug Sanguinius tightly.

The force of the embrace was so great that even Sanguinius was a little breathless.

"Brother..."

Lion's voice trembled:

"You're back..."

I really miss you...

Sanguinius embraced him, his wings gently unfurling, enveloping them in a tender shadow.

"I miss you too, Lion."

His voice was gentle, like a spring breeze:

Welcome home.

The two of them just kept holding each other, holding each other, holding each other.

They hugged for a long time.

So long that Guilliman started coughing:

"Cough cough..."

that...

That's enough...

There are still many people watching...

Lion then released his grip and wiped his eyes.

He looked at Sanguinius, his eyes filled with joy:

"You're really back."

Very good."

Sanguinius smiled and nodded:

"They're really back."

He thought for a moment, then suddenly said:

"By the way, I'll treat you to Sanguinius Meat Sauce sometime."

Lion's smile froze on his face.

"... What?"

Sanguinius Meat Sauce?

Meat sauce named after him?

What the hell is that?

He turned to look at Guilliman, his eyes full of questions.

Guilliman coughed lightly and looked away.

Sanguinius glared at Guilliman through gritted teeth:

He invented it.

"It's to treat my children's genetic disease."

Lion's lips twitched slightly:

"So... meat sauce... can cure diseases?"

"Right."

Sanguinius nodded. "It works very well."

After using it, the genetic disease was significantly alleviated.

Lion was silent for a moment:

"Then why is it called Sanguinius Meat Sauce?"

Sanguinius ' expression became even more complicated:

He said it involved both Imperium allusions and solved his physical problem, making it a win-win situation.

Lion looked at Guilliman.

Guilliman finally turned his head, meeting his gaze with an innocent smile on his face:

"What's wrong?

Doesn't it sound good?

I think it's great.

Sanguinius Meat Sauce is quite recognizable.

"Just hearing the name tells you it's a traditional delicacy of the Imperium."

Lion's lips twitched even more violently.

Traditional food?

What kind of tradition is this?

Sanguinius shrugged:

"Never mind, let's leave it at that."

My descendants all acknowledged it.

Moreover, the meat sauce tasted really good and was very nutritious.

You can try more.

Lion opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

He turned his head and looked at everything before him—

A young Malcador, a Magnus who gets beaten up but doesn't dare fight back, a Magnus Sanguinius calmly accepts his Destiny "meat sauce," and a Guilliman watches it all with a smile.

He suddenly felt that the style of the Imperium was a little off.

What happened to the promised medieval warlord era?

What happened to iron, blood, fire, and sword?

What happened to the promised 41st millennium of darkness?

Why does this feel like a visual novel?

He rubbed his forehead and let out a long sigh.

Guilliman walked over and patted him on the shoulder:

Don't overthink it.

You'll get used to it.

Lion looked at him, a hint of helplessness in his eyes:

Are you sure?

Guilliman laughed:

"Uncertain.

but--"

He pointed around:

"Let's get used to it first."

Lion followed his finger, looking at the brand-new palace, the young prime minister, the perfect angel, and the bowed, silent Magnus—

He took a deep breath.

"Good."

He said:

"Just get used to it first."

Sanguinius walked over and put his arm around his shoulder:

"Come on, let me show you your room."

Guilliman specifically reserved the best seat for you."

Malcador also came over:

There will be a welcome banquet tonight.

All members of the Senate will attend.

Angron also came over—he rubbed his still swollen face:

"The banquet featured the finest gladiatorial performances."

Although I'm not playing, you can still watch.

Lion was surrounded by them as he walked deeper into the palace.

Behind him, Guilliman stood still, watching the departing figure with a slight smile on his lips.

Magnus walked up to him and whispered:

"That punch you just threw really hurt."

Guilliman glanced at him:

"Otherwise what?"

Did you let it slip?

Magnus shook his head helplessly:

Okay.

I'm used to it anyway.

Guilliman laughed:

Let's go.

There are still many things to deal with.

The two walked side by side in another direction.

Behind them, golden sunlight shone on the palace, on the ancient and new buildings, and on the busy crowds.

Terra is still spinning.

The Imperium continues to function.

But the new story is just beginning.

In the distance, Lion's voice could be faintly heard:

"So what exactly does that meat sauce taste like...?"

Sanguinius's answer:

You'll find out soon enough.

There's still stock in the kitchen.

Lion remained silent.

And that faint sound—

"Oh shit."