Slaanesh Decided to Go Big

93. Slaanesh Decided to Go Big

"Ah... when do you think we'll finally be able to retire and live out our old age?"

Mortarion, walking through the fields, silently rolled his eyes. He was genuinely speechless at the question.

Seeing that he said nothing, Hades, in quite a cheerful mood, did not think much of it. Idly, he plucked a blade of grass from the edge of the field and played with it.

As Barbarus's little breeze blew, Hades felt absolutely wonderful.

He had just wrapped up a somewhat awkward Forge World meeting—the Grand Sages with sufficient rank had performed a hundred-meter obstacle run in front of him just for the chance to shake his hand.

Hades deeply understood the Emperor's mindset. He realized why the Emperor refused to invest in approachability—once that value was no longer negative, people would rush over to try meeting their idol in person.

Though there were benefits too. Hades barely needed to speak before the Magi fanatically declared their obedience—

But Hades was not the Emperor. When signing the contracts, he still left enough profit margins for the agencies involved to keep functioning properly.

But now...

They came to a statue of Hades. Casually taking off his grain sack, Hades grabbed a handful and held it out, asking Mortarion if he wanted some. The primarch rejected such foolish behavior, so Hades simply ate it himself.

He narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. Beyond the endless rice paddies, at the borders where vast fields met forests, scattered figures stood watching.

"Hey, big moth, you scared everyone off."

Hades said naturally, chewing the grain in his mouth.

...First of all, I am not called... that word.

Mortarion paused, seemingly considering a more cutting term.

Secondly, the primarch said in an odd tone, had