Warhammer: Start with a dog

Destiny Steel

Chapter Master's Office

"Huh..." Seeing the last bit of golden light dissipating outside Sarakin's training warehouse, Lamizane, who clenched his fists the whole time, exhaled a long breath. "Fortunately, fortunately..."

Aharin lowered his gaze politely and considerately.

The old god Perturabo sat on the throne on the sofa and continued to deal with daily official documents.

Except for one black ear standing up and turning flexibly towards Lamizane, there was absolutely no part of the wonderful ceremony that could interest the furry Lord of Steel.

[To be honest, seeing how Emmenute could cause such a big fuss just by relying on a purification ritual, I really thought something was going to happen. Also, his purification ritual itself seems a bit wrong, doesn't it? How does it look like it smells Egyptian - I mean, to use the localized term, smells like, um, Prospero? Isn’t the current imperial purification ritual process like this? All LOGOS sensor reports of the anomaly in the ceremonial hall told me that the only proportion of readings comparable to the scene at that time dates back to Holy Terra in the 31K era - although the intensity is far less. 】

Lamizane, who felt a strange sense of survival after a disaster, kept talking to himself while rubbing the back of the big dog's head and ears.

【hehe. 】Perturabo's paw scratched a data pad hard, and the dog made some kind of noise on the sofa. "I do know a lot about this thing you are talking about, but I don't want to mention it at all. I just want to tell you now." I am surrounded by super idiots and assholes who ride horses” sarcastically.

[But what is that shining golden scene at the end? Pepe, did you think the way Julius used his psychic powers at the end? The golden, blue, halo-shaped little wings... looked very familiar? 】 Lamizane muttered with lingering fear, while at the same time he picked out a drink at random from the "Next Month Canteen New Product Sample" tray brought by Aharin, put it to his nose and sniffed it.

【No. It didn't look familiar to me. ] Perturabo answered very simply and neatly, [You are thinking too much. Psychic energy may be of any color, and it is also related to the user's own talent. 】

The demon primarch also specifically added, [The iconic colors of the Fifteenth Legion after the Great Rebellion were even gold and blue. 】

[It makes sense...but is that golden image really okay? The more I think about it, the more familiar it looks. ] Lamizane suddenly became alert, [It can’t be...]

[You think too much, I even said no. 】The dog blew out a breath of hot breath from its nose, and began to make some highly targeted and humorous mocking noises.

[Please use the exquisite brain of the original body you are using to think about whose body your body belongs to. We are in a barren and desolate section of a star sector that no one cares about. Do you think a small broken ship wandering the universe without even a few Chaos Space Marines would be the dead old man you thought it was? Would he deliberately turn his gaze away from his favorite heirs and focus on insignificant existences like us? 】

The Daemon Primarch sneered with a shepherd's chest, [He even forgets that I am a chess piece in his hand when he is counting. 】

[Hmm - Yes, you, a local, should be more authoritative than me in judging this kind of thing. That’s okay! Let me first take a look at what new products our mystery chef sent Aharin. ] Once he understood this part, Lamizane happily and habitually handed over the thinking work to the border collie.

Half of the rectangular gilt silver tray contains several small glass bottles, and the other half contains dinner plates and dishes covered with silver lids.

"What is this? I mean it smells like... citronellal, ethyl acetate, ethyl 2-methylbutyrate, tangerine, wax, tea polyphenols, tannins, carbon dioxide... So what is this?"

"A mixed drink made from semi-fermented candied fruit peels of the citrus family and semi-fermented tea leaves, my lord."

"Sounds good...let me try it...how does it taste like bubbles?"

"My lord, do you want me to bring you water and other beverage samples?"

"No, it actually tastes quite special when you drink it, so that's it," the huge demigod picked up the small tea cup and tasted it, "Hmm... this combination is unexpectedly interesting."

【Do you want to try this? I look at the description - a salad of orange melons, plump and crispy wild mushroom slices of some kind mixed with grains and a dressing? Oh, and the trial version was sans Astartes, which looks like it'll be great for your health, Perturabo sweetheart. 】

Lamizane placed a plate of mixed colorful salad on Perturabo's small table, and at the same time glanced at the monitor in the Hall of Omens a few more times. ——In fact, the sensor can project the image directly onto his retina as required, but the librarian is always accustomed to confirming it again with the naked eye.

[Tsk, what are you still worried about? Dassadra is here to supervise with the ejection remote control. If anything changes, he will faithfully carry out my orders. 】The border collie raised his paw and pressed the voice button, "I will eat."

Aharin began to walk to the other end of the workroom to tidy up the kind father's workbench, and removed from his head the cosmic horror image of "the genetic father who lowered his head and licked the salad from the plate with his pink tongue." This helps him maintain a calm mind throughout the entire day of duty.

[I know Dassadra is carrying a remote control. By the way, the button you designed actually just ejects the problematic part out of the ship, right? 】

The Border Collie Demon Primarch pushed the remaining salad away, then licked the tip of his nose and looked at his body calmly.

[...It really just ejects the problematic part out of the ship, right? ! 】

【hehe. 】

[...Baby Peipei, how many little secrets do you have on the Iron Blood? 】

【you guess. 】

[Probably no more than Leon Jonson’s Dark Angel. 】

[Don’t mention that fat Maine Coon that sleeps all day long in front of me. 】

【……ah……? 】

【fine. ] Bian Mu raised his paw and pointed at the people who were busy on the monitor screen in the Omen Hall. [What are Hong Suo and his very, very, very, very eyesore-looking apprentice doing? I suggest you pay more attention to it. 】

[Poor Parogov has been wearing a helmet under your orders. 】

[After your coaxing, I finally did not make his whole body into a specimen and put it under my mattress. I have always regretted it. 】

【Well. Then let him wear a helmet all the time. 】

Lamizane turned his attention to the pharmacists on the screen who were operating the culture chamber.

"what is that……?"

Gua!

It’s tangerine peel oolong fermented sparkling tea!