The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Initially, Rozeem thought these thefts were the work of some fool in the Chapter, or a group of thieves. He even had Loken retrieve the surveillance data around the kitchen, but they found nothing. Loken also confirmed that the surveillance hadn't been tampered with, meaning the thief wasn't entering the kitchen through any known entrance. Rozeem had considered every aspect of the kitchen long ago, even placing miniature cameras in the ventilation ducts.

The only possible explanation was the drainage pipes, so he suspected some kind of mutated sewer rodent. He had Kren set up some small traps, but they caught nothing. The sewers didn't seem to have any frequent biological activity either.

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So, they had to resort to a 24/7 stakeout.

Until one day, when it was Chuankuiluo's turn to stake out the kitchen, something suddenly attacked him, causing the Hrud to scurry about. But it successfully allowed the hidden camera to capture the thief's appearance.

It turned out to be a huge, fat cat!

Rozeem was furious. He had been tricked by an animal! So, he laid another inescapable trap, vowing to make it the first appetizer at the Ascension Day banquet—he even prepared the ritual, using a giant burrowing serpent native to Naysen IV to pair with it, creating a dish said to have been accidentally tasted by the Emperor when he dismounted on the planet of Macragge: the Ultimate Dragon-Tiger Fight!

But their first operation failed. They thought it was just an ordinary cat, but their net guns didn't hit it once. The cat even ate all the ant-beef rolls in the box while dodging.

After the failure, Rozeem reflected deeply and decided to get serious!

Targeting its extreme fondness for ant-beef rolls, he decided to use poison! Deadly poison! And to prevent it from smelling it, it had to be a colorless and odorless deadly poison!

To obtain this poison, he even went to the hive city black market, spending a lot of money to get a nerve agent from a professional assassin that was almost impossible to detect.

After everything was prepared, Rozeem laced all the ant-beef rolls made that day with the poison. He didn't even watch the results, going back to sleep early, believing that the next day he would only see a dead cat's body—

But the result shocked him again. The ant-beef rolls were gone, but he didn't see the body. He even searched the entire monastery fortress, thinking the cat had died outside, but still couldn't find it.

Even worse, the next day, the ant-beef rolls continued to be stolen.

After that, they thought of a series of methods and designed a lot of traps, but this damn cat escaped in various bizarre ways. They finally realized that this wasn't an ordinary cat, it was a cat with psychic abilities!

At the same time, Chuankuiluo also seemed to sense the threat. In a language Rozeem could barely understand, he described a very terrifying enemy called the Eyed Cat!

That's why there was tonight's 'final kill' operation, but it still failed and had disastrous consequences, as bad for Rozeem as the Emperor's battle with Horus ending in failure.

Just as Rozeem was feeling desperate, he suddenly heard Isvin exclaim.

"That damn cat is here again!"

He turned his head and saw a fat orange cat lying diagonally on top of the only intact cabinet in the kitchen. It even supported its head with a front paw in a very human-like manner, its big belly rising and falling slightly with its breath, and its face seemed to be wearing a hateful smile. →

"I'll be damned—"

"Looks like you're in trouble."

When these words came out of the cat's mouth in standard High Gothic, Rozeem was stunned.

"It can talk?"

"Although speaking the language of you inferior races is an insult to my noble tongue, who told me to be a humble Imperial Cat? There probably isn't another Imperial Cat in the entire galaxy as kind as me."

"Uh, what are you doing here again!"

Rozeem said, picking up a kitchen knife from the side.

"I still have brothers. If you push me, I'll arrange three trucks of Space Marines for you!"

"Meow~ I seriously doubt that the real brains of your species are only the size of my fingernails. Forget it, I won't talk to you about things you can't understand. Let's make a deal. I can solve some problems for you, and you need to provide those ant-beef rolls."

"You?"

Rozeem frowned.

"What else can you do besides cause destruction?"

The cat shook its tail, and the destroyed cabinet floated up. Then an amazing scene appeared. The damaged parts of the cabinet actually 'grew' back, and in just a few seconds, it returned to its brand-new state.

Rozeem and Isvin stared wide-eyed, but Duoge broke free from the bucket and muttered:

"Time reversal... this cat is not simple."

Rozeem looked around and realized he had no choice.

"Why do you love eating ant-beef rolls so much?"

"Because ant-beef rolls must have been born for the great Garfield King!"

As he spoke, he "sat" up, his chubby butt making him look a little comical.

"The point is, I don't want to lose my Imperial Chef. That's right, if you can't complete your stupid festival, you might be driven away, or even executed. I'm not sure I can find a second ant-beef chef anywhere else."

"Okay, wait, where did you say you came from?"

"That's not important, you just need to know your deal with me, and..."

The cat stuck out its head, narrowed its eyes, and said in a dangerous tone:

"Don't let that dirty rat appear in my sight again. I've been trying my best to control my temper, ape chef."

With no other choice, Rozeem had to let the screaming Chuankuiluo leave the kitchen. Then, this mysterious feline used its mysterious power to restore most of the kitchen facilities to their original state. Rozeem immediately busied himself with re-making the delicacies needed for the banquet, and immediately woke up the sleeping servants, hundreds of people began to work overtime amid complaints, and the orange cat lay on the high place in the kitchen. Whenever a new ant-beef roll was made, one would disappear from the spot, and then appear in front of it in a blink of an eye, and it would leisurely open its mouth, letting the meat roll fly into its mouth one by one.

It was like an ant-beef black hole that could never be filled.

"Damn, eat you to death. Next time I'll prepare some good medicine for you. If Little Brother was here, where would this damn cat have the opportunity to run wild? Little Brother, I miss you so much."

Rozeem kept cursing in a low voice below. Although thanks to this damn cat, there was hope of re-completing the work, its demands also forced them to make almost four or five times the original amount of ant-beef rolls.

Finally, after nearly thirty hours of busy work, the battle group's kitchen finally completed the food preparation work for the Emperor's Ascension Day banquet. This could even be called a miracle, at the cost of Rozeem falling asleep directly under the cutting board, and others were so tired that they simply found a place to lie down in the oily kitchen, and the fat cat also hiccuped and bounced with elegant small steps, shaking its fleshy belly and left.

On the day of the Emperor's Ascension Day, Sośian first conducted a global broadcast on Naysen IV, and then had a warm and joyful dinner with all the warriors who remained in the Naysen star system. The Emperor's Ascension Day is one of the very few festivals that is common to all planets in the entire empire, so many worlds also regard it as the beginning of a new year.

After the dinner, Sośian gave the warriors three days off, and he himself left the fortress in the night and came to his childhood home, his home when he was still a mortal.

When he walked out of the shuttle, the remodeled gate of the mansion had already been opened, and Veronica, wearing a white high-slit close-fitting dress, was looking at him with a smile at the door.

"Waiting for you."

As soon as Sośian walked up the steps, Veronica stretched out her hand and led him into the house.

The new year has begun.