Henry stepped out of the room and looked at his team, all ready to depart. His mind raced as he began to question himself.
'Is it wrong to enjoy the praise and admiration of others?' Henry quickly found his answer.
'I've done nothing wrong. Slaanesh is the one at fault! I'm just living my life, so why is it messing with me?'
'It's only natural to enjoy the praise and admiration of others. Just as a lion displays its magnificent form on a rocky cliff, it too has its own pride and self-esteem.'
Henry donned his Cotton Armor and Chain Armor, then mounted his horse. As he looked at Bain, who stood proudly with his head held high and chest puffed out in his Square Banner Knight Armor, a question couldn't help but surface.
'Why are two Holy Spirits serving me, of all people?'
Henry shook his head and led his team on the journey home. They rode out of the city, following a wide road as the sound of their horses' hooves echoed in the cold winter wind.
