Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 62 The Emperor's Night Banquet (Part 2)
“Forgrim, I have no intention of criticizing your private life.”

Perhaps seeing the burning jealousy in her eyes, Phyllis laughed.

"But don't let the fear of not being loved by others become your weakness, my friend."

"weakness?"

Fugrim snorted dismissively.

"Hmph, in this world, who can be more glamorous or more dazzling than me?"

"no!"

"It's impossible, and there will never be anyone more deserving of all the love in the world than me."

She is very confident.

"Even the beautiful angel from the Ninth Legion that the Emperor just mentioned?"

"Casca asked in a low voice."

"of course."

Fugrim leaned closer to Kasgar and whispered in his ear, "She's the Primarch of the Ghoul Legion, you know."

She couldn't imagine how beautiful someone could be, as the original form of such a brutal and vicious army as ghouls.

Casca's question is really baffling.

Angel?

Hmph, even angels aren't as good-looking as me!
She didn't think her sister could possibly surpass her in beauty.

Casca, however, knew the entire outcome.
"Yes."

"Yes, that's it."

I can't very well refute her on the spot.

Casca chose to comply with her.

Aside from one chair remaining empty, the entire dinner did not go as difficult as Casca had anticipated.

He could sense that the Emperor was trying his best to maintain his relationship with the Primarch, but most of the time he just sat there without saying a word.

It gives off a strong aura that keeps strangers at bay.

It seems that aside from the progress of the Great Crusade, he has nothing to participate in regarding the Primarchs' discussions.

As the emperor who controls everything, he is not in a position to judge the right or wrong of the two sides in the argument.

I just listened quietly.

Just as Casca was about to end the banquet so abruptly, a royal guard in full golden armor pushed open the gilded doors of the banquet hall.

"My lord, Number Two, he's here."

The Imperial Guard stepped slightly to the left to make way, and behind him followed a tall Primarch.

He was tall and slender, with a long, thin face.

Lord of the Second Legion.

When Casca first met him, she felt a deep sense of familiarity.

When the person who had been waiting for so long finally arrived, the emperor nodded slightly to him.

Upon seeing this, Casca straightened up.

This will also be his first time meeting the mysterious leader of the Second Legion.

"Please take a seat."

"it is good."

The taciturn man remained frowning even after taking his seat. He did not sit down but stood in his original position and spoke.

“Father, my discovery this time is quite extraordinary.”

The emperor waved his hand with perfect understanding, dismissing the numerous servants who were waiting nearby.

He was highly respected by the emperor because of his strength.

Lord of the Second Legion.

The return was not long ago, and the Second Legion was not the strongest Astartes force during the Great Crusade.

However, he was able to use his powerful combat strength and skills to help the human empire defeat one seemingly invincible enemy after another.

"The problem lies with Fenris."

As he spoke, his sharp eyes were fixed on Lemanus, who was still in a daze.

"what?"

“During these days, I have investigated the genes of the huge, ancient sea monsters of Fenris, which are extremely similar to the alien creatures that our army is currently encountering.”

"Based on reasonable speculation, they are very likely the vanguard of some kind of invading galaxy species."

"If this is true, it is very likely that our greatest enemy is not the aliens encountered on the Great Crusade."

"It is a terrifying existence from outside the Milky Way."

"So you mean—?"

"Those unknown Zerg aliens could return to our world at any time."

“Father, I understand the significance of the Great Expedition.” He paused, as if organizing his thoughts.

"But when facing a more dangerous enemy, we should focus our energy on them first."

"I believe it is necessary for us to postpone the Great Expedition and first unite with the Randan Empire—"

"No, kid."

The emperor rejected his proposal almost immediately.

"What we lack most is time."

"The Great Expedition must not be slowed down."

"The enemies beyond the galaxy may be just as terrifying, but I do not want any legion to slow down the Great Crusade for any excuse."

".yes."

Upon seeing this, the leader of the Second Legion fell silent once more.

Don't be discouraged.

"Your contributions in the Great Expedition are evident to all."

Perhaps the Emperor saw the Second Legion Commander's dejection and wanted to comfort him and lighten the mood a bit.

"Your formidable military talent and combat prowess will serve as a model for all Primarchs."

"And hereby, on behalf of the entire Terra War Council, I hereby bestow upon you the title of Grand Expedition [War Marshal]!"

clap clap.

Everyone stood up and applauded in celebration.

Although there were Primarchs like Horus and Philosopher who harbored resentment, the majority of them expressed their approval of the Emperor's appointment.

Although the commander of the Second Legion was taciturn, his talent and achievements were simply too good to be true.

At the same time, this commander is not the same as that commander.

The Emperor is still overseeing the Great Crusade, and related matters remain under the control of Terra's War Council.

The title "war commander" is more of an affirmation of his achievements.

This also gave him more say in the war council.

“Father is right. Our most important task is to restore order to the Milky Way and bring it back to perfection.”

"And the emperor's son has made all the preparations for the expedition."

The honor bestowed upon him by the new title made even Fugrim somewhat eager to try it out.

As someone who prides himself on being the most perfect being in the world, and since other legion leaders have also reaped considerable rewards in the Great Expedition...
Then why can't she?

"No, that's too reckless, Fugrim."

Eight prototypes, seven brothers and sisters.

This includes the steadfastly silent leader of the Second Legion.

Everyone was against the Fugrim participating in the Great Crusade as an independent expeditionary fleet.

"Tsk, what a joke."

Fugrim pouted in dissatisfaction.

At the beginning of his uprising, the Second Army Corps was not much better off than his own in terms of manpower.

But at this crucial moment, he cast his vote against her.

"You think we, the Son of the Emperor, don't have enough manpower?"

"Lemanus, how many people do you need to conquer a world?"

Based on the Space Wolf.

The Emperor's Son's first battle will amaze everyone.

"I?"

“Haha, give me eight hundred wolves from Fenris, and I can conquer a world, sister.”

He was slightly tipsy, and he laughed loudly in a voice as loud as thunder.

Space wolves are known for their bravery.

Of course, no one would take the ramblings of a drunkard who's had too much mead seriously.

Except for Fugrim, who was prepared to accept his provocation.

"That's a pity. Because all I need is—"

"Six handles."

She held up a number with her finger.

six.

"To conquer the first world of the Twenty-Eighth Expeditionary Fleet, I only need six blades."

　Note: The main war commander of the Second Legion, the sea monster, and Ran Dan are all fan-made settings.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)