[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor":3,"chapter-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-475":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1681145,2147,"Chapter 475 - 476: Savior: Slaanesh, You’re Sitting at the Kids’ Table","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-475",475,"\u003Cp>Hope Primarch's Armory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was one of the wealthiest armories in the entire Imperium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its space could easily hold a whole row of Warlord-class Titans, and tier upon tier of forcefield-sealed racks displayed rare artifacts—either recovered from across the galaxy or forged here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even legendary weapons and armor were not uncommon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Hope Primarch himself rarely used these armaments, keeping the place as more of a private collection hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only those gene-sons most favored by the Hope Primarch were permitted entry—to receive armaments personally bestowed by him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Such generosity and grace… do I truly deserve this honor?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus knelt on one knee, both hands reverently holding a legendary power sword named Glory, a faint pang of guilt in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the personal blade of the Savior—the Hope Primarch and his gene-father—bearing the Primarch's own engraved sigil. It had accompanied him through countless ages and wars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had tasted the blood of heretics and xenos beyond number, carrying with it unmatched honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, that exalted being was bestowing this legendary blade upon him—a warrior recently freed from the Inquisition's prison, one still tainted by suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus, loyal and steadfast, could not help but wonder if he was worthy of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his old thinking, he would need many more battles of atonement before regaining his past honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his gene-father was giving him so much, so soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Titus, you deserve all of it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden saw his son's hesitation, shoved the Glory power sword into his hands, and allowed no refusal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Think of it as an advance payment. I believe you'll earn that glory with your own hands.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was half-joking—was there anything the Savior couldn't give away?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus was a chosen of Khorne's ultimate standard—a warrior who could swim through the tides of the Warp or xenos swarms in nothing but standard-issue armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With high-grade gear, he'd be unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Eden didn't really need these himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons like Glory or Arbiter—legendary Primarch armaments he'd \"borrowed\" from old Guilliman's armory and restyled—were rarely used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mostly they were display pieces, like oversized gold chains, just to look impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his fame swelled, he'd grown even lazier about wearing them; they just gathered dust in the Hope Primarch's armory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, he'd thought about giving them to Carter, but that man preferred… less subtle implements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, giving them to Titus was perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A former Ultramarine, armed with the Ultramarines' Primarch's own relics—just right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden felt no guilt whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were his spoils; he could do whatever he wanted with them. If someone didn't like it, they could send old Guilliman over for a chat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the resources he supplied Guilliman were worth far more than these trinkets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus solemnly took the Hope Primarch's sword; even the scars on his face seemed to set with gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will forge this glory with my life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need to be so formal here. Come on, I'll show you the rest—see something you like, take it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden gestured for his gene-son to rise and led him deeper into the vault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was never stingy with worthy sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his eyes, having the gear on his sons was no different from having it himself—and far better than leaving it to rot here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following Eden, Titus took in the racks of wargear that most warriors could only dream of. His awe deepened with every step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he made no further requests; what he had already received was more than his honor warranted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This one's nice—yours. And this—good backup.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden wasn't thinking about moderation. He was aiming for maximum shock value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially since, soon enough, his Dark Eldar clone would be taking Titus into Commorragh itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a King Arthur among men and a Hengreon among steeds, your bodyguard's gear had better match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handed over a skull-shaped relic amulet shrouded in a special forcefield, along with a Mechanicus purity seal capable of detecting heretical energy—supposedly from a legendary warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, under Titus' stunned gaze…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden casually dragged out a golden legendary Iron Halo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron Halos—usually ring- or half-ring-shaped, mounted on a helm or the back of the head—were ancient, rare pieces of Astartes forcefield technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Often treated as symbols of honor, they were awarded only to the most extraordinary warriors, able to stop even the fiercest attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even within the Ultramarines, few had such treasures; usually only Captains or Chapter Masters were allowed one, signifying command authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some poor Chapters had only a single Iron Halo in the whole force, passing it down as a sacred relic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden, of course, skipped the priests and incense and just yanked out a Halo more valuable than most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn't the shocking part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shocking part was whose Halo it had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord… I cannot bear such an honor…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus swallowed hard, voice hoarse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This golden Halo was all too familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earlier relics, heavily modified, hadn't raised his suspicions. But this? It was unchanged. One glance was enough to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had belonged to the other gene-father—the Primarch of the Ultramarines, Roboute Guilliman himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been in countless portraits and statues—every Ultramarine could recognize it instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How in the Throne's name did the Hope Primarch have Guilliman's Iron Halo?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can handle it. A true warrior fears nothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden lifted a hand; the Halo floated into place behind Titus' head, locking into his armor's gorget and backpack in standby mode.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's another advance payment. Use it well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was how you bound loyalty—and it worked best on the loyal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus took a deep breath, wondering how many battles, how many heretics and xenos he'd have to destroy to repay these \"advances.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a Chapter Master had never been shown such favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he knew that half his new wargear were Guilliman's own relics, he might faint outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was classic Savior strategy—saturation gifting. Give so much to mortals or super-soldiers that they'd never finish repaying it, and so they'd serve you forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just look at the Terra law enforcement units—when sweeping hive underbellies, six baton strikes per second was just the baseline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because it was all they could do, but because if they swung any faster, the Savior might not see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden nodded in satisfaction at the fully armed Titus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. Only thing is, that Halo's color clashes. I'll have someone repaint it later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a request for audience came in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultramarines Chapter Master Calgar wished to see the Savior, to discuss the matter of Titus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope Primarch's Throne Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calgar strode in quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been on duty in the Segmentum Solar when he'd heard of Titus' situation, and had rushed to Terra—hoping to return this great warrior to the Chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Privately, he felt some guilt. The Ultramarines had failed this hero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there had been no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Titus was arrested by the Inquisition, Guilliman had not yet returned, and it was near impossible to oppose the Inquisition in matters of heresy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the next century, the Inquisitor responsible had blocked all visitors and sealed all information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ultramarines could do little, and the Great Rift's arrival buried the matter further in chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Chapter's strict adherence to the Codex and honor that had doomed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A more barbaric Chapter would have just stormed in and taken him—what could the Inquisition do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calgar's only hope now was that the Savior would agree to let Captain Titus return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't confident in his own ability to negotiate with a Primarch, so he'd contacted Guilliman—away in another sector overseeing reforms—and had the Regent appear via holo-projection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Technically, they could have just called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Calgar came in person, out of respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord Savior…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bowed formally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked up—and saw Titus standing beside the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former Captain was clad in ornate dark-gold armor, wearing the insignia of the Hope Primarch's closest bloodline sons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And on his head… the Iron Halo of Roboute Guilliman himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calgar's mind went blank. His rehearsed speech died in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the Throne… what in the Emperor's name is going on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus… a blood-son of the Hope Primarch? Impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astartes gene-lineage testing was strict, especially for such pure blood. There was no room for accidents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, the White Consuls wouldn't have launched a crusade just to find their \"true father.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… could it be true?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calgar considered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With gene-seed so scarce, many Chapters' lines were a muddled mess. Who knew where some seeds had come from? A single Chapter often carried multiple Primarch lineages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as it wasn't from a traitor Primarch, and there was no proof, it was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—the Ultramarines were supposed to be above that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were true, it could trigger a full identity crisis. Every Ultramarine would have to be retested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought made him sweat. If he turned out to be one of the Hope Primarch's sons… how was he supposed to face that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And another thing—Titus' current kit was actually better than his own Chapter Master gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were Primarch-grade relics!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Guilliman's holo-image also froze, eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What in the Warp? My son is now Eden's son?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Eden gave him my old wargear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This… was going to be awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the throne, Titus still wore that stern, disciplined expression—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but inside, his composure was hanging by a thread, his gaze dropping slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole scene felt… awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like having your \"real father\" and your \"stepfather\" meet, while you stood behind the latter wearing your real father's legendary Iron Halo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what, after accepting the Hope Primarch's gifts, there was no going back to the Ultramarines—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>at least not until he'd earned honors to match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the throne hall, aside from the thick-skinned Hope Primarch, everyone else involved was at a loss for words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, no one knew what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden coughed lightly, frowning with an air of seriousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is… complicated. I'll need to speak with the Imperial Regent privately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sort of thing had to be settled with old Guilliman directly—no need for the \"sons\" to sit in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titus and Calgar withdrew, and the Savior and the Regent spoke behind closed doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't long before the hall opened again, allowing Titus and Calgar back inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilliman declared Titus a recognized gene-son of the Hope Primarch—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but also affirmed that the former Captain would always be part of the Ultramarines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, he would remain in the Hope Primarch's service.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Regent finished the announcement with a touch of awkwardness, ending the transmission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calgar, seeing matters resolved, bowed and took his leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the joint decision of two Primarchs—essentially Imperial law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing anyone could do but obey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, before leaving, his eyes couldn't help sliding toward the golden Iron Halo on Titus' armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the Throne…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a dream-tier relic for any Astartes—even Calgar himself felt a pang of envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps… I could petition my gene-father for some wargear of my own?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, pure-blood gene-sons shouldn't be treated too differently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden watched Guilliman depart without much reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Regent's awkwardness wasn't about Titus; the brothers wouldn't quarrel over this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real reason was their discussion about Yvraine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had strongly hinted that Guilliman should… cultivate that relationship—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ideally even invite her over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd all but told the Regent to \"seal the deal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The times were growing darker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Gods—especially the Dark Prince—were hungrier than ever for souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even mortal enemies like the Dark Eldar and Craftworld Aeldari were strengthening ties to resist that hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperium and the Aeldari agreed on at least one thing: cooperation between humanity and the Aeldari was the galaxy's future, and only by standing together could they hold back Chaos' corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Eden intended to leverage Guilliman's connection to Yvraine— building deeper ties and trade routes, paving the way for his own plans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Titus, go train with your new gear. You'll be back on the battlefield soon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gene-son nodded solemnly and departed with the Adeptus Custodes escort. He would need extensive drills to master the equipment, and study every scrap of intelligence on the Dark Eldar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden reviewed the latest reports.Google seaʀᴄh NoveI[F]ire.net\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Redemption Conspiracy was moving into its preparation phase— fighters selected, clone identities forged, Aeldari tech secured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was just groundwork—enough to seize a satellite district at best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To take all of Commorragh, he needed a decisive advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, he slipped into the Warp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warp – Holy Sun Region\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sacred light rippled outward into infinity— the psychic echo of the Emperor's excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden had just told Him of his plan to claim Commorragh. The old man's reaction was stronger than when Eden had found the Blackstone Webway Gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the Golden Throne's shackles, the Emperor might have leapt up to join the operation in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Webway had been His greatest dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though He'd once claimed a fragment, the project had ended in costly failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Commorragh was an entire Webway city— far larger than the Blackstone Gate's fragment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If humanity could hold it, the Emperor's long-lost dream of Webway routes could be fulfilled— allowing physical passage across the galaxy, from one Webway node to another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more reliance on the dangerous Warp for travel— just safe, rapid expansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looks like I'll need to build more Holy Towers…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden watched as the Emperor, unable to restrain His divine essence, sank back into slumber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Savior's domain was already near the limits of its production and resources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mass-producing more psychic venting towers in the short term was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless… he took Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, through trade, he could harvest galactic resources far faster, building towers across the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Checking the Emperor's state and seeing no sign of deeper corruption, Eden finally relaxed— and headed for his true destination: the Garden of Life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Garden of Life\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The verdant paradise of the Goddess of Life Isha was all beauty and vitality—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and at Eden's arrival, it opened itself entirely, offering no defense against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his expression darkened— thick Chaos energy was present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Dark Prince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No direct attack, no malice— otherwise, the Holy Sun's defenses would already be blazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, he was drawn into an illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dark Prince appeared in Isha's form, reclining on a bed— an image of utter invitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos God offered him a bargain— deeper union, and joint dominion over the realm of pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hard pass.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eden rejected her without a moment's thought, snapping the connection and leaving the Dark Prince shrieking in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The illusion dissolved, and he was back on the Garden's soft, fragrant grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She's desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Eden's dark aspect had taken some of Slaanesh's power, he'd been encroaching on her \"food supply.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Small though that stolen authority was, it was enough to make the Chaos God wary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pleasure encompassed joy, love, family, intimacy, creation— a vast domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Savior could control it for humanity, mankind would be far safer from corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently, the Dark Prince had contacted him often— in short, trying to coax him into becoming her equal partner, rather than an enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden had no interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he disliked \"being kept\"— but because he preferred being the one doing the keeping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which was why, at this moment, he was here to enjoy the soft, fragrant company of Isha instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked the grassy path deeper into the woods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vine-curtains drew aside of their own accord to welcome him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, beside a crystal-clear spring, he found her— the elfin Goddess of Life bathing, radiant beyond words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Firefly-like motes of life-energy flowed from the spring into a cauldron downstream— once a Nurgle artifact, now the Well of Life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was gathering Isha's purest life-force— key to creating soul-healing elixirs, especially potent for the Aeldari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would be his trump card for conquering Commorragh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aeldari, once galactic rulers, had souls so strong they could reincarnate endlessly— the very reason Slaanesh had been born, and the source of her power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Isha could develop the elixir, Eden could use it to claim the souls and faith of the Dark Eldar—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and all Aeldari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be cutting Slaanesh off at the root.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when that day came… she might be the one coming to him in tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that it would be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would take time, work— and constant defense against Slaanesh and the Aeldari death-god Ynnead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—an opportunity worth the risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My dear…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isha's eyes lit up with joy at his arrival, her voice trembling, a flush rising to her cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She clearly wanted him to stay and… keep her company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Eden only said, calmly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry. I don't like making the first move.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Get +20 Extra Chapters On — P@tr3on \"Zaelum\"]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Every 500 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Thanks for Reading!]\u003C\u002Fp>",2802,"2026-06-06T13:29:01.689Z",1,"novelbin.me","ec29ce8333194ed9058fa4c988c8008a0613f2d3fce9b9d75fcd9c401b97e9ec","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-476","warhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-chapter-474",771,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarhammer-starting-as-a-planetary-governor-cover.jpg"]