Hades was sitting bored in the reception room of the Ultramarines.

Two massive ships converge in subspace and sail together towards their destination.

The Ultramarines seemed busier than the silent Black Ship, but Hades didn't know what they were up to, and they gave Hades the impression that they were just hoping to keep themselves busy and avoid thinking about difficult questions.

Killiman did not show up, and his Nineteenth Company Commander Ayton brought Hades and Machado into their fleet, and the Glory of Maculag was not here, only the fleet of the Nineteenth Company was here.

Contrary to the stereotype of most Ultramarines, Ayton was a serious and brilliant diplomat, but now that he seemed worried, Makado realized the Unease of the Ultramarine, and the old man decisively chose to comfort the excellent Ultramarine, and abandoned Hades in the reception room.

"Someone will come looking for you."

Macardo threw down the sentence and left mercilessly.

…… Time passes......

In the bright room, Hades's eyes were open, and he was in a daze at the conference table, and on the golden walls, the flag of the Nineteenth Company was hung, and a stout white horse with his head held high was staring at Hades, and the dark blue satin underneath made his fiery sideburns shine even more.

Hades began to recall his previous return to Mars to see the fond memories of the Techno-Soldiers, his Mars Handbook had been iterated to 3.17, and the Iron Warriors, the Fist of the Empire...... 's geometry signature is enough for the Imperial Fist to build another wall.

Technological updates are the most, with almost all of the legions participating in this physically and mentally healthy pastime, while some gossip is updated very little, mostly the Emperor's Son, the Whisperer...... To Hades' surprise, he even found a limerick poem made of white scars about a trip to the Martian wasteland......

…… Anyway, white scars don't seem bad.

At the same time that Hades realized this, the door to the reception room suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man walked in, then pulled a chair at random and sat down.

The man was dressed in a rich and rich garment, and a well-cut pearl-white brocade tunic swayed with his movements, and each gold thread on it emitted a colorful glow depending on the angle, and the decorative gold and silver buttons were densely embedded in the outer garment, but not fastened, so as to reveal the inner shirt.

The shirt was embroidered with gold and silver thread, sewn on it in the same style as the outer garment, and was carefully and meticulously fastened, and the buttons that stretched from the hem of the shirt to the pure white linen scarf at the placket were still dazzling gold.

With a crown of golden olives on her long black hair, Hades seems to have seen a not-so-sophisticated imitation of Killiman's head.

The shimmering fabrics seemed to be tight, reminding Hades of clothes that could be torn apart with a single movement, while overly buttoned and collared shirts made Hades feel a sense of suffocation, the feeling of clothes holding his neck.

Obviously, those designers neglect the comfort of the wearer for the sake of aesthetics.

And on top of this piece of intertwined pearl white and shining gold, there are ordinary long black hair, ordinary wheat-colored faces, and ordinary black eyes, and the eyes seem to be shining with golden light, which may reflect the gold in the room of the extreme warrior.

His dress reminded Hades of those planetary aristocrats who suddenly became rich, but his temperament reminded Hades of being half-squeezed to death in the subway, squatting on the ground and nibbling dry bread in the middle of the night, carrying a loan at home, and a miserable office worker with a laid-off wife with a baby, although the man did not have dark circles under his eyes, but he did exude a deep, deep sense of powerlessness and exhaustion.

The man was calmly and naturally staring at Hades, as if waiting for something.

Hades blinked, from the moment the door was opened, Hades's eyes were already on the man's body, but his mind was clearly still on the white-scarred prairie.

Or in other words, this man doesn't have a strong and impressive aura, so Hades didn't react at the first time-

Until Hades felt that the face was somewhat similar to that of Mortarian or Killiman.

- Huh?

Yes?!

Yes!!!

Hades wanted to stand up and salute or something, at this moment he had already turned the table to the unbearable past, but the emperor obviously predicted his behavior, and the emperor raised his hand and motioned for Hades to sit down.

Hades swallowed and straightened his attitude and sitting posture.

What should he say? No, in the letter projection that the emperor gave him before, he didn't look like this? Did he turn on his spiritual energy to beautify his face?

But it seems that the emperor doesn't want to be the first to speak, he is like an NPC in the game, he sits patiently there, waiting for Hades to trigger the dialogue action first.

In a hurry, Hades said in a sense, the first thing he said to the emperor after coming to this world,

"The Emperor...... Are you okay? ”

As soon as the words came out, Hades regretted it, but apparently the emperor was satisfied with the words, he tried to pull out a smile, and then he gave up and spoke directly,

"Actually, it sucks."

The emperor calmly said something not good, but the very thing that seemed to make the emperor happy,

"There's always a lot of going on - you don't call me Emperor, Hades."

Hades blinked thoughtfully, the emperor's words revealed his character, and this was exactly what Hades needed, although the odds were slim, but Hades didn't want to fall into the pseudo-god line.

He waited patiently for the emperor's new title...... And then...... And then the emperor stopped talking?!

？

So what should Hades call the emperor? Or did the emperor acquiesce that Hades knew his name?

Hades tentatively spoke,

"So...... What shall I call you? ”

"Everything."

The emperor said casually.

Wait, okay? What can be?!

Hades had never been so tired talking to the autistic Motarian.

"You...... Can it be more specific? ”

The emperor glanced at Hades in surprise,

"You can pick the name you like and call me, Neos, Moravec, Don Quixote, Aureli Noa, José...... You don't need to be honorific, it's meaningless. ”

…… Hades feels a little numb, what is he doing? What should he say? Where is he? Who is he?

He took a deep breath, and Hades suppressed his expression and decisively chose to remain silent.

He looked at the Emperor, Neos, Moravik...... Look at him with an inquiring polite eye.

The other party also looked at him majestically.

After a short silence, the Emperor spoke solemnly, with the majesty of the Lord, but there seemed to be some hesitation in his words, and this hesitation was fleeting,

"Unlike other humans, your projection in subspace is similar to that of a black hole,"

Hades's eyes lit up, does the emperor want to reveal the truth to him-

"So I can't tell your emotions and thoughts through the subspace projection, it would cause my decision-making mistakes, and I want you to be honest about everything you're hiding."

The emperor still looked at Hades calmly,

"I want you to give me as much of your loyalty and candor as I trust and be honest with you."

Hades spoke slowly,

"Absolutely."

And the end of both sides is that they fall silent again.

…… There was another silence, and the emperor spoke,

"If you're afraid of choice, you can call me Neos."

Hades finally couldn't hold it anymore, he helplessly opened his hands and made a gesture similar to surrender,

"Thank you for your choice, Neos, I have a slight phobia of choice."

After hearing Hades's words, the emperor smiled.

Yes, yes.

(End of chapter)