"They have already arrived on Mars." Perhaps because he had been drinking, the Emperor spoke a few more words: "If it's your wish, then you can meet Zhuangsen very soon."
"Who wants to see him..." Magnus muttered, clearly not fond of Zhuangsen either.
"...Sometimes I miss the times when I played chess with three others in the Subspace," the Emperor added as he raised his glass of wine: "Although whenever there's a chance, we all long to end each other's existence immediately."
"Three people? Chess?" Magnus was baffled.
"Myself, Tzeentch, Silegau, and Endless Talaxin," the Emperor put down his wine glass: "We would play a kind of military chess game."
"Military chess? I didn't expect you would like that," Magnus was quite curious about this.
