Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 26 A Blessing from the Five Gods
"correct!"

Fugrim hadn't taken two steps before turning back, smiling as she poked her head out of the door.

"I might be quite busy during this period and won't be able to give you any guidance."

"But I've found an exceptionally talented woman in the Legion who can definitely train you to become a proper Space Marine!"

"Bye-Bye!"

Is this the place?

Casca pushed open the door with a puzzled look.

As a training cabin, the room's decor is extremely simple.

Apart from some necessary boxes, tables, and training cages, the room was mostly empty space.

On the minimalist gray wall hang dozens of old-fashioned, heavy military knives of various styles. These knives have long, ornate blades, each with its own unique patterns, making them significantly different from the monotonous standard weapons outside.

This entire wall of military knives seems to belong to a collector, showing off his treasures to them.

In the center of the room, a young man was already waiting.

He knew this person; in fact, he was extremely familiar with him.

“Hey, Lucius.”

I used to hold you when you were little!
"Brother Casca! You're here for training too?"

He looked delighted when he saw Casca enter.

Since being rescued by Casca more than 20 years ago, Lucius and his sister Corleone have been living in Carax and have successfully enrolled in the military academy proposed by Casca.

There, they received advance training for the expeditions they would face in the future, and all of them graduated with excellent results and joined Chemos' expedition team as the first batch of graduates.

"Of course, how's Corleone doing lately?"

“She’s better than me.” Lucius gave a wry smile. “I don’t know how she did it. It’s as if she was born with the ability to communicate with the ship’s soul. The Imperial Army has already taken her away as a treasure.”

"This is a good thing. Maybe she will soon be able to serve in the Third Army and become the captain she has always dreamed of."

"hope so."

Lucius remained noncommittal.

Although the room was simply furnished, it was not completely empty.

On the iron-gray table at the entrance, there was also a small metal tray.

On the tray was a very special and unique batch of cookies.

Although the maker put a lot of effort into shaping it, each cookie seems to have its own unique idea.

In terms of actual performance
Like history.

Casca spoke his mind.

He picked up a cookie, which seemed to have been baked not too long ago, as it was still slightly warm.

Sniff.

These cookies... they don't smell normal at all.
A strange, indescribable smell gave him a sense of unease.

It's more like history now.

Is this the smell that freshly baked cookies should have?

"Forget it, why bother with all that?"

Without thinking twice, Casca put it directly into its mouth.

It's actually pretty good, though, and they even have some snacks.

Although it may look rather unappealing, how bad can a cookie be, even if it doesn't taste good?

This guy, who's been eating corpse starch for decades, surely wouldn't be so foolish as to not even—

"Well--!"

Kasga covered his mouth and squatted down in great pain.

No, what on earth is this thing?!
Why could a single cookie bring such complex changes and pain to his taste buds?
Just one bite felt like having a giant silver handkerchief spread across his tongue by Nurgle, who had eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight transformations!
A bizarre taste, beyond human comprehension, exploded in his mouth in an instant.

It caused him to collapse to the ground instantly.

"Casca, how are you!"

"Should I call the pharmacist?"

Lucius also appeared extremely flustered.

"Uh"

Casca did not answer Lucius.

Or rather, he is no longer able to answer the other party.

He collapsed to the ground, convulsing and writhing a few times. "Casgar!"

Then there was no further movement.

"Casgar!!!"

Casca felt as if he were swimming in a sea of ​​souls.

He sensed countless beings roaming this place, casting their gazes upon him from infinite dimensions of time and space.

Among them, there seemed to be four particularly large and important beings who were curious about the appearance of Casca.

He praised Casca for his courage in eating the biscuit.

He coveted the recipe for the cookie that Casca had eaten.

He was astonished by the endless variations that Casca's flavors created on his tongue. (But it's still part of the plan!)
He licked the strange pain that Casca was suffering.

They each had their own desires.

Then, Kasgar sensed that all four of these beings were dispelled by a warmth.

Amidst the endless illusions and changes, he seemed to see a figure radiating golden light.

Solemn, dignified, and sacred.

But it still seemed unable to dispel the strange taste of those terrifying cookies.

The figure sat atop a high platform made of gold, silently gazing down upon all living beings.

At this moment, it seemed that only helplessness filled the other party's eyes?

"Oh, child."

"Not now, not at this moment."

"Let's go back quickly."

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh—"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

Huff. Huff.

Feeling his soul return to his body, Kasgar almost coughed up his stomach.

He was still quite shaken after surviving the ordeal.

"Brother, are you alright?"

"Phew, this is tough. It's hard to say that everything is alright."

It seems I almost lost my life on the Golden Throne.

Casca struggled to get up from the ground, only to find that he had lost all his strength.

"I thought you were the one who baked this thing."

He picked up the terrifying cookie that had been blessed by the five gods and slowly looked at it.

Then he blinked his eyes a few times.

No.

Isn't this thing a bit too terrifying?
Can cookies really have such power?
Is this really the kind of food humans eat, made from sugar, oil, milk, and wheat flour, and called cookies?
Or is it the latest simulated poison developed by Macado's assassins?

Kaska turned to look at Lucius, who was standing awkwardly to the side.

"I do not know either."

His expression was extremely innocent.

"I smelled this thing and found it a bit strange, so I didn't dare to eat it."

"fine."

Having survived the ordeal, Casca seems to have gained a new ability as a result of the misfortune.

—The maker's name can be successfully determined simply by tasting the food.

He's so stupid, really.

He should have known this when he saw the wall full of Shanabar sabers.

To be able to collect so many military knives shows that he is a sword master whom even Fugrim greatly admires.

Who else could be the emperor's son with such "magical" culinary skills but him?
"Is it you?"

"Brother A, Akul Duna?"

Casca asserted, watching the woman walk into the room carrying a tray full of cookies, looking dejected.

Wait, a woman?
(End of this chapter)