Warhammer: I don't want to become a stinky can!

Even though her sisters all have someone they like and have confessed their feelings to each other, why is she still alone?

Hades has been with her from the very beginning, so why is their relationship still like this?

She touched her hair with some dissatisfaction, then twirled a small strand of white hair with her fingers.

Her hair, stained by the poisonous gas from Barbarossa, was already dry and dull, unlike the smooth hair of her sisters.

She then thought about the opinions others had given her before.

Despite both having conquered a world, she was always labeled as the Grim Reaper.

Her sisters, on the other hand, are queens, kings, or angels.

Could it really be her?

Mortarian didn't want to think about it anymore.

She recalled the surprise in Fugan's eyes when he first saw her, and Guilliman's subtle advice to pay attention to her personal image.

She is also very clean, with no mud or bloodstains. If possible, she changes her clothes every day now.

She thought again of her sisters, who seemed to sparkle.

Saint-Gilles, Fugen, Guilliman.

It seems that Hades went to the Ultra Warriors' side this time?

Mortarian felt himself getting angry again.

As she poked the little figure in front of her for the seventy-seventh time, a servant came to inform her that Hades had rejoined the team.

"Let him come over."

Mortarian spoke in a sigh-like voice.

Hades stood before Mortarian and felt the hairs on his body stand on end once again.

What did I do to offend her this time?!

Hades spends every day solving riddles.

He tried to meet Mortalian's gaze, attempting to calm him down, but Mortalian's gaze was too bloodthirsty, and he couldn't help but look away, focusing his gaze on Mortalian's dry, long hair.

He still remembered that when he first saw Mortalian and discovered that she was a Primarch, he almost spat out blood.

By the Emperor! Isn't this some kind of Slaanesh manifestation?!

Then he saw the original body, which consisted entirely of women.

And they even come with their own lovers.

It's numb, people are numb.

Watching the interaction between the Primarch and the Space Marines, Hades remarked that his eyes were almost blind.

Slaanesh is Slaanesh, he's done it.

But Hades was still struggling; he had to make sure Mortalian wasn't kidnapped by Karastifon, or it would be another disaster.

But the immediate priority is to find out why Mortalian is angry, and then comfort her again.

Hades, who had never been in a relationship in his previous life, realized that this was what they meant by "you can never understand your girlfriend's mind."

The good news is that Mortarian doesn't have a lover yet, otherwise he'd be seeing couples in love all the time and go blind.

But seeing Hades look at her hair, Mortarian felt even angrier.

Is it really because she's not good-looking? Is Hades really like that? Did she misjudge him before?

Is she really inferior to Guilliman or something?

Mortalian felt her inner self shrink back into her corner.

Seeing Mortalian's unpredictable mood, Hades' alarm bells rang loudly.

Holy crap, what's he angry about this time?!

Hades began to reflect on his past actions. Hmm... normal, nothing wrong with that?!

He thought again. Wait, could it be that Mortalian hates Guilliman, and that's why he's unhappy?

Although the idea is far-fetched, it makes sense because it's Mortarion.

"Um... I shouldn't have been gone for so long this time."

"But things are indeed quite urgent in the Extreme Starfield."

“I was originally summoned by Guilliman, but I realized I had been away for too long, so I declined and returned immediately.”

Guilliman, that damn Guilliman!

Aren't her super-spreading offspring enough for her to handle? Why are they trying to steal her offspring?!

Seeing that Mortarion was getting even angrier, Hades had no idea which landmine he had stepped on.

"Um... Mortalian, are you alright?"

She glanced at him, but Hades thought it looked more like a sidelong roll.

"not good."

"what happened?"

Motarian hesitated; should she reveal herself?

However, given that Hades had already boosted Mortalian's favorability, Mortalian now chose the hidden option "ask tactfully and indirectly" from among the 777 options of "shut up and let him leave".

"What do you think of me?"

Hades answered immediately, without a moment's hesitation.

Please, if you hesitate for even a second, his dog head will be chopped off!

"You are my most trustworthy and reliable comrade-in-arms, a leader to whom I can give my complete trust. I can accept your command forever."

Motalian hesitated. She felt herself calming down. It was a good answer, but nothing else.

I mean the more personal aspect.

?

Sister, I've given you my life, what's the point of talking about personal matters now?!

"Excuse me. What do you mean?"

"Can you give me an example?"

Mortarian is stuck.

After a long while, she slowly began to speak.

"For example, the kind of thing that happened between Saint Gilles and her lover."

what? !

Hades' mind went blank.

I treated you like a brother, but you want to...?!

Oh no, I've gone too far with the favorability rating!

How come he didn't realize it before?!

*Karas is actually myself.

By the Emperor, give Slaanesh a good beating and make the Primarch revert to his original gender!

Looking at Mortarion across from him, Hades felt that he could only answer one question.

The Emperor's stockings!!!

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[Fifteenth Legion] Magnus

She is Perospero's wise woman.

His robust and tall body, with rosy and full skin, revealed an extra layer of flesh beneath his thin, golden armor.

In the single eye of wisdom, the light of psychic energy gleams.

Her long, voluminous, fiery red curly hair cascaded down her face.

Large gems were set in her armor and bracelets, shimmering with different lights with each use of her psychic power.

But more than his outward appearance, Magnus possessed a wealth of wisdom.

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You're the Imperial Guard kitten. (No)

You are a very wise, humble and gentle person.

Magnus sat at the table reading a book, one leg curled up.

She's always like this; when she gets excited, she can't sit up straight in her chair.

The wind blew in through the library window, ruffling her long, curly red hair.

Following the book list she gave you, you carried a stack of books over and placed them at her feet.

"Oh, come and see!"

Magnus pulled you into her arms, pointing to a line in the book as her slender fingers traced across the dry pages.

The words danced under her passion.

The enthusiastic red-skinned giant wants to share her joy of reading, but you're having a hard time concentrating.

A faint, sweet scent wafts from her, like the fragrance of book pages. Her arm, wrapped around yours, feels fleshy, soft, and warm.

No, focus!

But Magnus, the red-haired man, was completely absorbed in his reading and didn't notice your slight lapse in concentration.

She couldn't help but read those words aloud.

Vanity is perhaps one of the most difficult things for noble people to understand. Others consider vanity self-evident, while noble people tend to deny its existence.

(—Excerpted from Nietzsche's "Beyond Good and Evil" online)

Vanity, you fell silent.

Because you know perfectly well Magnus's own stubbornness.

You wisely chose to keep quiet.

After that, she hugged you for an entire afternoon while she was engrossed in reading.

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Horus, the Sixteenth Legion

She was the most outstanding and favored among them.

Long, black, curly hair cascaded down her back, revealing a voluptuous figure and strong limbs.

A kind smile, a friendly attitude, and heartwarming words.

She is noble, yet approachable; she is glorious, yet friendly.

She is Horus of the Empire, their loyal warmaster.

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——Galgame route——

You are an emperor. (No)

You are Saint Gilles. (No, you aren't.)

You are a loyal and capable Shadowmoon Wolf, a member of her small council.

Horus has returned. After escaping the cheers, congratulations, or mockery of the crowd, she found you. The smile that had always been on her face was gone, replaced by weariness and a bitter smile.

You blinked, but still managed to say the congratulations you had prepared.

"Congratulations, the Emperor has finally chosen you."