After Emrys left the secret chamber, about ten minutes later, he saw Lillian, dressed in an elaborate gown as if attending a banquet, rushing over with her skirt held up, her face full of urgency.
"Lord Emrys, you—you're out?"
"What is this?" Emrys was slightly surprised, but seeing her hurried appearance and her face flushed from intense exertion, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Slow down, no need to be so rushed."
Lillian slowed down, took a deep breath, then her eyelashes fluttered upwards, and she opened her gem-like emerald eyes, pouting slightly with a hint of grievance.
"I, I was just at a banquet, that's why I'm late. Please forgive Lord."
"I wasn't blaming you." Emrys flicked her smooth forehead, chuckling.
"Since you're dressed so formally, it must have been a very important banquet. Won't there be any trouble for leaving without permission?"
Lillian seemed to wince a little when her forehead was flicked, covering her reddened forehead and stepping back half a pace.
Then, she gave Emrys a seemingly chiding glare, biting her red lip lightly, and said.
"In my eyes, nothing can be more important than Lord."
As she said this, Lillian bravely looked into his eyes, two blushes rising on her cheeks, appearing shy and coquettish, yet firm.
As Emrys stood at a loss, Lillian lowered her head, bravely took two steps forward, and pressed herself into his embrace.
A scent of wine, mixed with an alluring fragrance, wafted into his nostrils.
"You... drank a lot of wine?"
Emrys froze for a few seconds, his heart seemingly skipping a beat.
At such close proximity, he could clearly feel Lillian's ample bosom; even with a calm heart, it was hard not to feel a ripple.
"Mmm—"
Lillian hummed softly, then exhaled a fragrant breath, stood on her tiptoes, and brought her lips close, pressing them against Emrys' cheek.
"Lord, if you like it—I have many more clothes I can wear just for 'you' to see."
Her breath, like orchids, and their intimate contact made Emrys feel a little overwhelmed for a moment, eager to break free.
"N-no, are you perhaps drunk? Lillian."
However, Lillian hugged him even tighter. She brought her delicate, flawless face close and gazed silently into Emrys' eyes.
"No, Lord Emrys, I'm not drunk, I'm very sober."
Before Emrys could speak, Lillian extended her graceful arm, wrapped it around his neck, pulled him close with force, and pressed her lips onto his.
"Mmmph."
Emrys' eyes widened, and he inwardly cursed, 'Oh no!'
Lillian was impulsive, but also very gentle.
A moment later, she released Emrys, and in the latter's shocked and dumbfounded gaze, she slowly lowered her head.
"I'm sorry, Lord Emrys. I... was a little impulsive, but I will never regret doing it."
"You—" Emrys touched his lips. Just now, he, a dignified Rogue Trader, was actually forcibly kissed by a woman!
"I know that your return means you'll be leaving here soon—" Lillian's eyes seemed to hold a hint of reluctance, revealing a somber expression.
"With this departure, I don't know if we'll meet again in a few years, or decades, or even a century... So, I just want you to remember me in these last moments."
And the result was this method?
Emrys couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. He didn't want to go back and be subjected to extra training by the 'King of Vinegar'!
But at the same time, as Lillian said, although this woman had not experienced such unforgettable moments with him as Winnie or Elsa.
Yet Lillian, at times mischievous, at times ruthless, at times utterly charming, like a queen of ever-changing styles, had indeed, in her unique way, quietly left an imprint in Emrys' heart, one that belonged solely to her.
"Lord, if—" Lillian bit her lip lightly, her face full of shyness, and slowly unbuttoned the top of her magnificent dress. A few buttons popped open, and the restrained contents inside almost sprang out, a expanse of white entering Emrys' vision.
"If you wish, I can also—tonight—"
"No!!!"
Emrys suppressed the heartache, turned his head away, his teeth almost grinding to dust.
His current identity was not suitable, nor should it be, especially under the oppression of the Emperor and the Four Chaos Gods, and with Elsa's tragic end, it made him even more hesitant to easily reveal his true feelings.
Otherwise, his weaknesses would be seized!
Seeing Emrys' expression, Lillian couldn't help but let out a silvery laugh, then, holding up her skirt, she bowed respectfully and said with a mischievous smile.
"Since Lord doesn't wish to, then—good night!"
With that, she scurried away.
Gazing at the departing Lillian, Emrys took a long time to calm his emotions, and couldn't help but exclaim.
"What a—tormenting succubus!"
Meanwhile, the frigate sent by the Inquisition had officially arrived at Wanderer's Port yesterday, which meant that Emrys and his companions could officially set sail.
After bidding farewell to the nobles of Wanderer's Port, Emrys, as usual, chatted privately with Lillian for a long time, leaving her a 'Space Bridge,' and then boarded the 'Excalibur.'
Unexpectedly, Aldrich was also there.
However, the atmosphere was truly a headache for Emrys, because as soon as he entered the Holy Sanctuary of Prayer, he witnessed an extremely explosive scene.
Inquisitor Aldrich von Braun was engaged in a non-lethal duel with the Necron Tomb Lord Thorzak, both sides employing numerous dirty tricks. While not forgetting to aim for each other's foreheads and crotches, they also relentlessly verbally attacked each other's races.
Hilda of the Eldar was holding a bucket of popcorn, savoring the close-quarters combat between an Inquisitor of the Imperium of Man and a Necron.
Morgana clapped and cheered from the side, occasionally rooting for the Inquisitor who was falling behind.
The two went back and forth, neither willing to concede.
The final result was the Inquisitor's defeat. Although parts were flying off him, for Aldrich, who had nearly 70% of his body cybernetically enhanced, it was only a minor injury.
As for Thorzak, the human skin he had painstakingly sewn back on was torn again by that bastard. He was now squatting in a corner with a resentful expression, stitching up the damaged human skin while muttering about how he would make them pay when the Endless arrived.
"What—what's going on?!"
Emrys looked utterly bewildered. He had only been gone for twenty-odd days, yet it felt like centuries?
He actually saw an Inquisitor, a Necron, and an Eldar conversing harmoniously. Could something have gone wrong during his travel (transmigration)?!
Even after the fight, Aldrich was arm-in-arm with the Necron, clearly bosom buddies, completely devoid of the animosity they had shown earlier, as if they wanted to kill each other.
It truly was—a complete 'beating into one' in the physical sense!