Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 10 A Story About the Past, Present, and Future
With concerted efforts, one difficulty after another was overcome; with mutual support, we look forward to the day when we can mend the world.

At that time, the people of Chemos were like brothers and sisters, and whether they were poor or rich, they would always live together in harmony.

They firmly believe that the power of unity will ultimately make their ideals immortal.

Fugrim danced gracefully as the recitation began.

"But time is a silent killer."

Her dance was graceful and beautiful, like a lament, tears streaming down her face as she gazed at the moon.

"Lofty ideals have all rusted away, and ancient vows have turned to dust."

"Time cannot fight us, but it can destroy everything we cherish."

"Those who once aspired to travel far and wide no longer strive for their ideals; instead, they sit high above themselves, considering themselves illustrious nobles."

Who would have thought that such lofty ambitions of the past would now turn into those of a traitorous tyrant?

Fugrim fell to her side, as if she had actually been pushed to the ground.

The sound array broadcasting from above the square was now mocking them fiercely.

"Although we are both human, we are not the same: only the innate wisdom of nobles can see beauty and art; while you are just a dull stone, born only to serve!"

The wisdom and talent of the noble will always be respected, while the lowly will die from their own laziness and vulgarity.

Some people are as noble as flowers in a greenhouse, while others are as lowly as the yellow sand beneath your feet.

"We were born this way," they said, heads held high.

"The nobility or baseness of people is predetermined. And our fate has always been nothing more than mediocrity."

Fugrim sat on the ground with her legs bent, her hands raised in the air as if she were tightly embracing something.

"Under immense pressure, the cries of the unjustly killed fluttered like wild grass rolling in the wind."

The high walls of Carax remain silent, like an old man who has seen many changes in life, quietly watching the sandbar outside the city.

Light shimmered behind her, and tiny specks of light converged to form two faces:
Colin and Toreria, Vograim's foster parents.

Their faces were weary and stoic, weathered by life's hardships; they had sacrificed so much to raise this unexpected little life.

The two men's lifespans were like those of mayflies: like countless workers, they both died from high-intensity labor.

All they left for Fugrim was an old, faded fairy tale book.

The lights inside the arena grew dimmer, just like in Carax's fortress, where darkness enveloped everything.

The vows that were once firm have now all decayed.

The once bright stars have all fallen.

Sobbing, she opened the book and wept before the goddess who shared her name:

"Forgrim!"

"O primordial God, please tell me:"

If we are just stubborn rocks, why do we still feel pain in our hearts when we part?

If we are already numb, why does anger still burn in our hearts when we feel injustice?

Why is it that those who once shared life and death can never share happiness, but only suffering?
The lights were relit, and the road ahead became even brighter.

Fugrim slowly rose and loosened her hair ribbon; the silver strands fluttered like a scattering of stars.

"whether--!"

"Am I the same as you: that my love for beautiful things is no less than yours; that the emotions in my heart are just as intense as yours!"

The crisp sound of the question came from the mouth and settled in the heart.

Her incredibly moving sobs echoed throughout the venue; even though she was dressed in coarse cloth, she still looked like a noble princess.

She was speechless, while in the dark, sunless lower levels of the Carax factory, people were already sobbing uncontrollably.

They shared the same joys and sorrows as Fugrim.

They wanted to shout, to speak out; though they didn't understand literature or playwriting, their most primal emotions were throbbing in their hearts at that moment.

"No!"

"Are we plants or trees, how can we not feel sorrow? We have no audience, we can only endure!"

"Don't we all want to take a break, to try, to try to love life?"

"But the iron gate leading to the upper levels remains firmly shut, and the protests against the upper levels have never ended. No matter how much resentment there is, it cannot break this iron lock!"

click!
In that instant, the closed gate in front of the factory leading to the upper floors was no longer an obstacle!
All the sorrow, all the anger, condensed into one at this moment—

"charge!!!"

"How is this going?"

The foundation of the fortress was shaken, and the people's resistance was in full swing.

A deafening roar of shouts accompanied the sound of footsteps. From all directions of the square came a chorus of sorrow and anger.

The metal plates beneath the crowd's feet creaked and groaned, while the anger raged fiercely from their mouths.

"Boss! People, a huge number of protesters are pouring into our area!"

"I'm not deaf! You don't need to repeat yourself!"

Herold's tone was fierce, but his eyes were filled with terror.

"But we seem to be running out of stun guns!"

"You idiot, can't you consider the situation before you speak?!"

"Patrol team, come quickly and guard my left and right sides!"

"Shut up, you evil butcher!"

Fugrim rebuked sharply: "To preserve the status of the nobility, to forever be superior to others."

"You have stooped so low as to collude with foreign tribes and murder your own father!"

"Your cruelty is beyond words, your crimes are beyond description!"

The scene behind her shifted, showing surveillance footage of Herold talking and trading with the group of Surfa thugs.

"This isn't real, this is a fabricated accusation!"

He loudly defended himself, trying to evade responsibility.

However, everyone present glared at the comical master and servant pair with disdain.

Those men called patrolmen, weren't they also subjected to all sorts of humiliation by the nobles?

How could they willingly abandon their past lofty ideals and become the ignorant pigs and dogs despised by the nobles? The crowd's gaze shifted from confusion to determination, and they surrounded the two damned fellows.

"Your cruelty is beyond words, your crimes are beyond description!"

"Your cruelty is beyond words, your crimes are beyond description!"

"Um, okay."

At that moment, Raul seemed to understand his master's reprimand.

"It seems we don't have enough; there's a lot more than just stun guns."

The roar of the mountains and the tsunami filled every corner of Carax.

People followed the route and rushed to the upper level.

They are both actors and audience members.

"why?"

"Why can you incite all the workers to riot for you?"

"Why can you access surveillance footage and control all the machinery in the fortress at will?"

With the tide turned against them, Herod, surrounded by enemies, faced Fugrim in the center of the stage, filled with fear and confusion.

Could it be that the legendary gods were secretly assisting?
"That's right!"

"She is our goddess, Fugrim!!!"

The workers who filled the field celebrated this from the bottom of their hearts.

In their eyes, Fugrim is the undisputed savior!

"No, my friend."

She smiled and bowed to the crowd: "I am not a god, it's just that everyone seems to have forgotten about my assistant."

"Eh?"

Kasgar, who was operating various machines on top of the fortress, felt the platform he was on descend into the arena.

Why is this?

There was never any mention of such a play in the pre-arranged program.

Amidst the astonished gazes of countless people, Casca, accompanied by the platform beneath its feet, landed in the center of the square.

"It's Casca! I recognize his face!"

"So it was thanks to his help."

Fugrim stepped forward to meet him.

"Brothers and sisters, there has never been any god in this world, and there is no need to rely on a savior."

She bent down and raised Casca's right hand.

"Power comes from the hands of each and every one of us!"

"As long as we have the will to fight, we will all regain our freedom!"

"it is good!"

"well said!"

"Sister Fugen is the best!"

The support from the people was overwhelming, and the applause was deafening.

Amidst everyone's praise, Fugrim turned her head to look at Kasgar with affection.

"Casca, I wonder if you still remember the promise I made back then."

"Last time, it was ruined by those self-proclaimed noble fools; but this time, I won't let you escape so easily."

In front of everyone, she knelt down on one knee and held up the exquisite silver box in her hand.

The gold ring in the box is engraved with a lifelike depiction of Centaurus.

It is more exquisite and more eye-catching than the one made by Casca.

"Casca, would you be willing to join me as a guide for Chemos?"

!

The unexpected performance instantly captured everyone's attention.

“Wu——!”

"Promise her! Promise her!"

The cheers were thunderous, and the shouts were full of blessings.

".Um."

Faced with this situation, Casca smiled shyly, reached out his hand, and nodded.

"Firecrackers and drums celebrate the birth of this newlywed couple!"

As the eldest son of the Sherlock family, Herold slumped in the excited crowd, having lost all his strength.

It shouldn't be like this.

The previous negotiations between the two parties went very smoothly, and Fugrim himself was very willing to be a member of the nobility and lead the future Chemos together with him.

Can--!
But just when he was about to succeed, for some reason, Fugrim suddenly changed his personality and gave up his noble status to choose to get together with that damned bastard from outer space, Kaska!
The person I was supposed to marry was him!

It could only be him!
During those days, he felt himself being controlled by a lucid and insane hatred.

Even though so much time has passed, he seems to remember the purple aura of jealousy vividly.

Unfortunately, in order to prevent the precious jade from being tarnished, Herod had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.

Even the revocation of previously improved worker benefits was due to his own vengeful nature.

"Don't panic, Master."

"Look, I got this."

But it seems that his loyal servants, who had always been by his side, did not give up.

Raul handed over a bundle of hot melted metal, which he had somehow acquired.

"This bomb can send them all into the sky."

Raul chuckled, his expression lewd.

(End of this chapter)