In Warhammer, throwing a muddle is impossible.

[Griffin: Lord Caesar! The fleet from the Mechanicus of Riza will be handing over the necessary personnel and equipment to you.]

Caesar, who was sitting at his desk struggling with a mountain of documents, looked at the encrypted star language with a puzzled expression.

"What does that mean? It arrived almost immediately after it left? Can the Empire really be this efficient?"

……

Quint Star, Governor's Office Administration Hall.

This place was originally where the governor held balls, but it has now been transformed into a temporary administrative center.

The air was filled with the smell of ink.

Caesar slumped in his large office chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

In front of him were three small mountains of documents.

Caesar stamped his seal on a document without any expression.

Then comes the next one, and the one after that.

"..."

Caesar's hand holding the quill trembled slightly, and his once bright eyes, which had been shining like stars, had lost their luster, leaving only deep weariness and despair.

"No... we can't keep going like this."

Caesar slammed his pen on the table and let out a long sigh. "This isn't running the household, this is treating me like an animal!"

At that moment, a towering figure appeared in his mind—Robert Guilliman.

When I read the backstory before, I always felt that this Primarch was a bit weak. He wasn't as cool in a fight as Sangilius, and his strategies weren't as ruthless as Horus's.

But now, having personally experienced the difficulty of managing a wasteland planet, Caesar felt an overwhelming sense of admiration for the Thirteenth Prince, who was still sleeping in the stasis field.

"The Thirteenth Prince is truly a divine being!"

Caesar exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "I want to die if I manage these people. How did he manage to govern the five hundred worlds so well back then? And how did he still find the time to write that Bible, which is thicker than a brick? Is he even human?"

"Could this be the true Primarch?"

Caesar touched his head, feeling that his head was probably filled with "how to spend money" and "how to show off," but lacked the knowledge of "how to patiently be a beast of burden."

"No, sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone. Why should I be the only one suffering?"

Caesar's eyes lit up, and he began to plot against his brothers.

"Vlad is out of the question. If I let him look at the documents, he'd probably eat them."

"Solomon...this guy has a law degree, he should be a master at writing legal provisions. And Osiris, we have to hand over the public health and logistical medical work to him!"

Just as Caesar was plotting how to drag his brothers into this mess and torture each other.

Audrey rushed in carrying a record of interstellar communication.

"Lord Caesar! Urgent news!"

The little girl said breathlessly, "It's Mr. Griffin sending back the highest level of encrypted star language! Although the signal was severely interfered with, the fact that it's being sent back at this time means something big must have happened!"

"Griffin?"

Caesar paused for a moment, then took the record.

Lines of fragmented text appeared on the screen:

[...Transaction...successful...Riza...fleet...escorting...supplies...all...arrived...three days later...]

Caesar frowned as he read the message.

"what?"

Caesar looked at the message and a string of question marks popped into his head.

"Less than ten days? He flew back and then flew back, it didn't even take ten days?"

Caesar was dumbfounded. "Is this still the empire known for its inefficiency? Does it own the warp? Can it fly around however it wants?"

Keep in mind that in this terrible universe, it's normal for a subspace voyage to take months, and it's also normal to get lost for decades if you're unlucky.

unless……

"Riza Cast World... Assisting with Transportation?"

Caesar's eyes sharpened instantly.

As a seasoned gamer, he knew all too well what the name "Riza" meant. He was the most obsessed plasma technology fanatic in the entire galaxy.

“Good heavens,” Caesar sneered, “it seems this unscrupulous businessman hedged his bets, sold us for a good price, and lured the oil enthusiasts here.”