"Sir?" Bayev looked at Ron with some suspicion.
After awakening his psychic powers, Ron's attention had sharpened considerably. He immediately sensed something was amiss; Bayev must have detected it too.
"I'm fine," Ron stated bluntly. "If I hadn't awakened my psychic powers, I'd have perished at the hands of the heretics."
Although his inherited memories were incomplete, he was fortunate to have the memories of the steward and the guards. Their sole mission was to protect Ron, the last descendant of the Grant family, and their loyalty was unwavering. They were Ron's last resort; he had no need to deceive them.
Bayev breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Ron's response. "God-Emperor, I'm glad you're alright!"
He continued, "Tonight's attack was premeditated. Someone used heretic monsters to distract the guards, putting you in danger!"
Was it an internal struggle or an assassination attempt by a hostile force? The memory fog left Ron clueless; this was clearly a very dangerous situation. He looked at Bayev and asked, "Who do you think it was?"
"I've sent people to investigate. It must have been the damned Homan family," Bayev said indignantly. "What treacherous bastards! The God-Emperor will punish them!"
Ron tried hard to recall, but he couldn't find any information about the Homan family. He decided to investigate later.
He nodded, "The God-Emperor will punish them!"
Ron submitted to a pharmacist's examination, and the results showed that aside from slight weakness, he was fine. After confirming the Governor's well-being, Bayev and the others left with peace of mind.
There was no room to sleep in this bedroom, so Ron, led by the maids, entered another equally spacious room. He pushed open the stained glass window and stepped onto the balcony. Gazing at the pale red moon, he let out a long sigh.
This was no longer Earth, or even the universe he was familiar with. The moon seemed to have been bombed, a small piece missing, with debris forming a narrow meteorite belt around it. The scene before him starkly reminded Ron of the Warhammer world's cruelty.
Whether battling aliens, Chaos gods, or civil wars, every conflict resulted in countless casualties, even planetary destruction. Even as a planetary governor, Ron couldn't guarantee peace.
But as the most respected person on the planet, his position was far superior to workers toiling in the Lower Hive or scavengers among the garbage and polluted waste. He lived in the spire mansion in the Royal Court district of the Upper Hive, enjoying the finest resources and overlooking the common people.
Ron looked toward the Royal Court square not far away. The square was dimly lit, with potholes and a towering statue of the God-Emperor seemingly missing a piece. The distant residential areas were even darker, with only faint patches of light visible.
Ron was surprised. The infrastructure was quite poor. He needed to renovate it. The Royal Court district, as the planet's face, couldn't be in such poor condition.
Suddenly, a faint flash of light emanated from the distant residential area. With his psyker's keen intuition, Ron realized it was the flash of explosives. Someone was engaging in a firefight!
"Is the security in Upper Hive so bad?" Ron was puzzled. As the residential area of nobles and officials, Upper Hive shouldn't have such poor security. Were the Enforcers just there for work?
"The Enforcers need to rectify their discipline!" Having inherited everything from Ron Grant, his fate was tied to this planet, and he had to protect and develop it. At the very least, he needed to strengthen Upper Hive's security and maintain order, lest the evil god's followers and heretics storm the Royal Court and kill him.
Ron felt something was amiss but couldn't pinpoint it. Was it the discomfort caused by memory loss?
As he pondered, Ron felt the mysterious presence in the Warp grow stronger. He also felt deeply exhausted. He needed to rest; mental exhaustion could easily lead to Chaos encroachment.
Ron returned to his bedroom. Linda, the head maid, had already prepared the room. The maids, clad in black silk stockings, had been carefully selected and trained by the Grant family, their figures and looks the finest. They lined up and bowed to Ron. "My lord, you may rest now."
"Yes, thank you for your hard work," Ron nodded, waving to dismiss them.
Unexpectedly, the maids' eyes gleamed, and they surrounded him, stripping him and wiping him with warm towels. Was there such a routine? Ron didn't quite understand, and he didn't dare resist, lest anyone notice.
The maids gazed at Ron with lustful eyes, touching him constantly. The situation threatened to get out of hand, but fortunately, Ron was no ordinary man. Having survived the Palace of Slaanesh, he could handle this!
Ron breathed a sigh of relief after the maids dressed him in pajamas. He had a vague feeling that the maids were a bit overly enthusiastic.
Linda, the head maid, looked at Ron, her heart pounding. "Why are you different, my lord? So charming!"
Ron's charm had increased, a side effect of being targeted by Slaanesh. Believers in Slaanesh gained personal charisma, especially attracting the opposite sex. This was one of Slaanesh's baits. However, deeper faith led to alienation, lost in desire, corrupted into monsters.
But Ron had resisted and escaped, maintaining his charm. With his current appearance and charisma, few women could resist him, including Linda.
Seeing the head maid staring at him, Ron was surprised. "What's wrong?"
Under Ron's gaze, Linda squeezed her legs tighter. "My lord, I used to sleep with you. You said that's how you sleep!"
"Is that so?"
"Well, you said I smell nice, and you only sleep well when I hold you."
Ron sized up the head maid. "Sleep well? Are you kidding me? Who could sleep if you just lay down on the bed? Do you even need to sleep?"
Seeing Ron silent, Linda hugged her chest hesitantly. "If you don't have enough people, you can call everyone else..."
The maids nearby blushed, their eyes wide. "Is the Governor's nightlife so vibrant?"
Ron Grant knows how to have fun. No wonder he was dragged into Slaanesh!
Unfortunately, I'm not Ron Grant, I'm a gentleman! Besides, he just escaped the palace of evil.
"Go, go, go, get out!" Ron was firm.
"Okay, sir!" Linda was disappointed by the governor's refusal and bowed deeply. A flash of white light blinded Ron, and he sighed.
Linda turned and left. Ron watched her soft figure, feeling reluctant.
Alas, Slaanesh didn't misjudge me...
According to this posture, I have to go to that guy's palace...
Late at night, Ron lay down and fell asleep. Suddenly, his consciousness was pulled, and when he regained it, he found himself in the subspace again. He once again saw the huge cold sun in the endless void.
Ron felt strange. Did His Majesty the Emperor come to dream?
(End of Chapter)