Andanda allowed the fish to slap itself on his face, then fell to the ground.

    After glancing at his son, who had changed into different clothes, he furrowed his brow:

    "It seems that the leather skirt has fallen into Kirmann's hands."

    "Okay."

    Andanda stood up, picked up the fish on the ground, and murmured:

    "You forgot to buy spices; grilled fish is not very tasty on its own."

    Aaron is currently in a bad mood, cursing and complaining:

    "I thought Ladon's lady's perfume was enough, I'll go to bed, shout for me when the fish is baked."

    Aaron went inside and fell asleep soundly.

    Andanda looked at Marrum and examined his powered exosuit. He coughed like he had something stuck in his throat and said casually:

    "It seems that the situation is not good four ten thousand years later. I can feel the part of my humanity that is being peeled away. Cough, now, there is no emperor here."

    "Your comm? Dammit, it can't connect to the future. I swear, once I can move my body again, I'm going to give Kirmann a good kick in the ass!"

    "Okay, for now, let's not mention anything about the future. Let me distance myself from the throne as much as possible."

    Marrum was startled when he heard this:

    "Your Majesty! Are you going to abandon humanity? In our dark world, people cannot lose their god, even if it's just a symbol!"

    Andanda shook his head, loudly cursing:

    "I'm not a god, damn it. You're as stubborn as Kirmann. Listen up, the more I keep my future self out of my current life, the more human I can stay!"

    "You can't learn anything from your idol, Titus? That guy knows just to keep his mouth shut and silently fight enemies. He doesn't make me feel like I've got another nagging voice in my head."

    "Damn, your whispers from four ten thousand years ago make me feel so frustrated."

    Oh no, it seems that the emperor of four thousand years ago actually found human prayer annoying!

    Marrum kneeled down completely, bowing to the ground:

    "My Lord, do not forsake humanity! My father Kirmann once said—"

    Andanda was angry and staring at Marrum with a fierce expression, as if thunder resounded from his mouth:

    "That's enough! I was more annoyed by Kirmann's convoluted speech. Now listen carefully."

    "There's no need to tell Aaron about the future. He has nothing to do with it, he will die in Year 0."

    "If the ceremony found by Kail finds a way to communicate through time, it would be nice for them to meet as a family in their dreams."

    "I'll do my best to ensure that I remain human."

    Upon hearing this, Marrum suddenly realized the difference between the person before him and the Emperor, and remembered the purpose of this ritual.

    Preserve the humanity of the Emperor to prevent the future Emperor sitting on the Golden Throne from going out of control in four ten thousand years.

    So, Andada is actually more in line with their needs at this moment?

    Marrum reassured himself like this, but still had doubts:

    "I understand. Then, what should I call you?"

    Andada began to mess around with the firewood in the courtyard, cleaning the scales off the fish, speaking casually:

    "Call me Andada, you can call me a clumsy old man, or just call me old man. Alright, call me Lord."

    He reached out, and Marrum's powered exosuit dissipated, revealing the towering, genetically engineered physique of a Space Marine.

    A quilt then flew over from the neighboring courtyard and covered his body.

    Under his shaping, Marrum's body became humanly acceptable.

    "You still have your armor weapons, they'll appear when you need them. For now, Marrum, help me process these fish. I should tell Aaron I want pork so that I don't have to clean the fish scales."

    "No, no, pork skin is too pungent. The meat should be cooked until it's soft, which makes it more troublesome to process."

    Andada muttered to himself.

    Marrum obediently approached, and expertly followed the techniques passed down among Space Marines.

    Astartes had no requirement for food, but the culinary culture of their home planet needed to be preserved.

    Marrum became bold, gazing at this, which in his eyes was gradually becoming a Lord who looked like an ordinary middle-aged man.

    Whispering:

    "Lord, your behavior is no different from that of ordinary people, but why are you so cold towards the throne and Aaron?"

    "If you wish to maintain your humanity, perhaps establishing a healthy father-son relationship could be a good way."

    Marrum was shaking in his heart. Father, what I can do for you is only this.

    I hope that these words can affect the emperor of four ten thousand years later, allowing you to also feel the love of a father!

    Suddenly, Marrum dry-heaved. As an Astartes, he should not have had such a physical reaction.

    And then a hard, oily-edged perforated webbing band emerged from his mouth.

    He just took a glance and understood the meaning of the picaresque on it:

    "Marum Kaido, these are things you must know."

    "Through the ceremony, the Emperor's might created items can be exchanged with current time's products. The Regent has obtained the leather skirt made by the Emperor, and sent you here. There is still some strength left, so I have compiled some information as follows."

    "Please strictly follow my instructions to ensure that the Emperor from four ten thousand years ago possesses the humanity we require."

    Marrum pulled the webbing band, which was over ten meters long, holding it tightly and carefully preventing his saliva from corroding the perforations.

    After reading it rapidly, Marrum looked up at Andada with an incredulous expression, tremblingly:

    "And it matches my previous guess, Lord. Father and Kail the Great Sage asked me to confirm your paternity with Aaron and ask you some questions."

    Andada didn't feel offended, handing over a fish that he didn't know if he had roasted, saying:

    "Ask away. I have to move to Egypt tomorrow, since Rome will gradually launch an attack on Macedonia, and then Alexander. I need to get there early to see the show."

    Only then did Marrum bow respectfully and ask:

    "According to the Parent-Child Relationship Encyclopedia of the Five Hundred Worlds of Otrauma——"

    Andada's scalp tightened, and he became angry instantly.

    "What? A book? Kiriman even organized the compilation of text to try to describe the relationship between humans and their parents?"

    "How many books has he written?"

    "How, does this bastard want to teach me how to be a good father? When I dragged him out of the Norsca Garden, I'd have been better off strangling him."

    "Shut up and leave! I regret letting you speak."

    Marrum found it hard to have any emotional reaction to this shame of his father, after all, it was a word from the Emperor himself.

    Moreover, as someone who knows that half of his son will betray him and the other half has little regard for him as a father, he finds it difficult to react emotionally.

    Expecting him to get along with his current son was not a good idea.

    The Emperor has no experience in raising a son. He is more of a biological father; the father figure has a greater impact on the Primarchs.

    Realizing the great disrespect, Marrum had no choice but to lower his head and remain silent.

    Fortunately, Kail the Great Sage had anticipated this situation.

    Even thought that this sensitive topic had been touched and anger had erupted, it was considered a positive outcome.

    Because this means that the Emperor's character is leaning towards humanity.

    Therefore, the backup plan mentioned at the end is to observe and foster the relationship between the Emperor and his first son.

    To ensure that the Emperor understands that he needs to be honest with his son in order to solve the problems.

    Marrum followed suit, lying down and rolling towards the door.

    The Emperor's sacred words must be strictly followed.

    Andada was completely angry:

    "Kiriman! You're as inflexible as your son! Don't you have any balls?"

    Marrum rolled away while respectfully saying:

    "Lord, this dates back to the modification traditions of Thunder Guardsmen. It is a topic strictly prohibited in the Empire."

    "By the way, Lord, Kail the Great Sage has forbidden me to reveal anything about the future to Aaron. How should I explain that?"

    Andada placed the undercooked fish haphazardly on a stick and placed it on the shelf, coldly snorting:

    "Just say I am Zeus, after all, Aaron thinks so. As Zeus, to be destroyed by his own son according to the prophecy and be cold-hearted towards his son is very normal."

    Marrum bowed reverently and rolled to the wall before getting up:

    "Yes, Lord."

    He began to record these pieces of information, taking advantage of the strength of the leather skirt not completely consumed, and passing this information back.

    Sacred Terra, the Sanctum of the Sages.

    Kail nervously waited for the first response, then wrinkled his metal eyebrows in wonder:

    "This is valuable historical material, Your Majesty indeed had a time——"

    Boom!

    The steam engine of the sanctuary boomed, conveying the anger of the corpse on the Golden Throne. This caused Kail to short circuit for a moment and fall to the ground, unable to finish his sentence.