Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 79 The Water Drawer

"Burn this place down quickly. Lord Fugrim is probably still waiting for news from Kasgar."

"We need to hurry—"

Telma lowered his head and glanced at the small atomic clock on his wrist.

Wait a minute!

The timing is wrong!

According to the clock, several days have passed since they set off!
"How is that possible! I only remember spending at most one Terra hour here."

"The nutrient solution inside the backpack has not been used at all."

Unbeknownst to them, the recent ritual had nearly dragged the entire chamber into the influence of the subspace, thus affecting the flow of time.

The situation may be far worse than he imagined.

"quick!"

"We have to go back quickly!"

The capital of Byzantium.

After Forgrim ordered the takeover of all Byzantium, the mortal sheriffs from the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets performed their duties admirably.

Aside from a few sporadic noble rebellions, the entire Byzantine government was almost entirely controlled by Chancellor Collins, who was supported by Fugrim.

Several days passed.

There's still no clue about Casca.

Not only that, even Telma and Thorne, who were originally sent to investigate the southern continent, disappeared without a trace after entering the enemy's stronghold.

Frustration filled Fugrim's heart.

Today marks the sixth day recorded on that little note.

“Abdron, I’m heading to the agreed-upon meeting place.”

“While I am away from the capital, it is very likely that those nobles will take the opportunity to launch a rebellion against the capital.”

“But sir,” Abdron said, somewhat uneasy, “you really don’t need us to come along?”

"We don't have that many people."

Fugrim shook his head: "Kasgar, Telmar, and Thorne have all disappeared. The place that needs Space Marines the most right now is the capital."

"I can no longer choose anyone else to go with me."

"Don't worry. As the Primarch, nothing can hurt me."

"Yes, my lord. I wish you success on your journey."

"You too, Abdron."

Forgrim frowned as she boarded her Firebird.

Her tightly furrowed brows hadn't relaxed for a long time.

Ever since Casca disappeared, she has been blaming herself for not being able to protect him.

Even though she knew in her heart that this was beyond her control, a strange sense of guilt and self-blame kept troubling her.

You're afraid of losing him, aren't you?

"Who? Who's talking?"

Sitting in the cabin, Fugrim felt as if she were hallucinating.

Whether it's taken away by someone else or through death, you don't want to see the day you lose Casca.

You hope that the other person can belong to you forever.

Fugrim remained silent.

The only sound inside the ship was the clanging of the steel hull colliding.

But that's impossible, Forgrim.

You are the Emperor's Space Marines, tools used by tyrants for conquest.

[To be consumed one day is your destiny, and Casca's destiny as well.]

"Shut up."

"Casca will be fine. He won't die on this pathetic planet!"

"Forgrim retorted in a low voice."

Yes, maybe we'll survive this time, but what about the future?

[The moment he returned from countless battles and countless life-or-death struggles]

Can you really say he will never leave you?

【Forgrim?】

The Firebird landed on the plain. "You stay here, I'll be right back."

Fugrim gave the order and inspected the swords, spears, and armor at hand.

Apart from that voice that occasionally comes from the bottom of my heart, there are no problems.

That thing... it's probably what I'm thinking too.

Stop being paranoid, Fugrim.

Just as he failed to perceive the effects of the stabbing sword in the original story, Fugrim, who firmly believed in the truth of the Empire, chose to attribute it to a form of self-suggestion.

She has indeed been somewhat restless these days, which is why she has been experiencing auditory hallucinations so frequently.

Located on the western continent of Byzantium, this area boasts a beautiful environment and a pleasant climate.

Several small farms dot the vast fields on the distant horizon, creating a breathtaking scene.

Compared to the turmoil in the central continent, this place seems more like a secluded paradise.

Fugrim continued walking forward.

【Forgrim, if that's the case, why did you use the blood of your loved ones to serve that tyrant?】

Do you really want to see Casca die on the battlefield, leaving him with no one to rely on?

Fugrim continued walking forward.

However, she gripped the flaming sword tightly in her hand.

Aren't you tired? All for this so-called grand expedition.

You poured everything into rebuilding the Legion's glory, but what was the result?

That arrogant Guilliman only flaunts the fancy toys his father gave him; he looks down on your achievements.

All the Primarchs look down on you. They're nothing but spoiled brats.

They don't understand your pride, the pride of building everything single-handedly.

[And Philus, who is on good terms with you, is just a bitch trying to seduce Casca.]

In my opinion, instead of wasting time on this—

"arrive."

Fugrim stood still before the ruins of a monastery.

If Telmar were here, he would most likely exclaim in surprise that this ruin is almost identical to what he had explored in the southern continent.

"Come out, I know you're here."

Impatiently, she drew her flaming longsword from her waist and pointed it high at the weathered and shattered plaque in front of the broken gate.

The voice from within her made her increasingly agitated, and she was eager to end it all.

"As you wish, Lord Fugrim."

However, to her surprise, the voice coming from deep within the ruins was extremely familiar.

With a light, quick footstep, a face that Fugrim could hardly believe appeared before her.

"How could it be you, Casca?"

“Of course it’s me, Fugrim.”

He was dressed in a Byzantine-style robe, just like the officials.

There are still some charred holes on its body.

It looked like it had been burned.

"Welcome to Sabazius Ut Anabas."

Casca laughed.

His smile made her feel like she was basking in a spring breeze.

“I am Kasca, and also Sabazus, the water-drawer in Byzantine mythology.”

Just as Fugrim is the water goddess in the myth of Chemos, Kasgar is a perfect match for her.

"Forgrim".

Why follow that greedy tyrant and abandon our eternal happiness?

"Why not choose to escape with me and go to a world without pain and strife?"

"Where, can we eternally enjoy sweet love together?"

He called softly and opened his arms to Forgrim.

"Come on, Fugrim."

"Let us fall together."

(End of this chapter)