Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"Casca!"

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?

Chapter 27 Fighting to Survive!

To be precise, it should be Aqua Duna.

The Second Company Commander of the Third Legion, the strongest swordsman during the Great Expedition, and the strongest, most powerful, and most domineering swordsman among the two hundred remaining imperial princes.

She was known as the "leader of the two hundred swordsmen," the "first court swordsman," and "the eldest daughter of Fukugen."

With his outstanding performance of lasting five minutes in a one-on-one fight against a Primarch and stabbing him twice during that time, he achieved the third-best result among mortals in terms of combat record against Primarchs.

(The first two are from Nukelia)

She possesses superb swordsmanship that is almost divine, and unparalleled and formidable one-on-one combat ability.

And that historical culinary skills, emotional intelligence, and artistic painting and papermaking.

After all, the Third Legion has always been a team that produces many extraordinary individuals.

Since joining Casca, it seems that all that's missing now is a talking white Labrador.

Aqua, who had just returned, had neat and capable-looking head of short white hair, a polite smile on her face, and was wearing a baker's uniform the size of a Space Marine.

On his left and right hips were two Shanabar sabers.

The sword on the left is simple yet elegant; even though it's sheathed, you can still feel the cold glint of its blade.

As for the right side, it was wrapped in golden silk.

Even when she was just making cookies, she still carried those two military knives with her, never leaving them behind.

"Were they two imperial prince recruits arranged by Fugrim?"

Seeing that the two people in the room were still unaware of her "background", Aqua raised the tray in her hand with great hope.

"Would you like to eat something first?"

Then she saw her two new apprentices shaking their heads faster than space travel.

"Tsk."

Having long been accustomed to this, she clicked her tongue in exasperation.

"Then let's get started."

She drew her sword from her left side with a crisp sound.

In an instant, her aura immediately subsided.

It was as if a personality switch occurred the moment the knife was drawn.

Even though she was only wearing a chef's uniform, her cold eyes and sharp gaze that seemed to see through everything revealed her extremely rich combat experience.

"Lucius, you go first."

After drawing her sword, Aqua walked into the training cage, her tone turning noticeably colder.

"Attack me with your best swordsmanship, don't hold back."

"Then, Master, please forgive me!"

Now, Lucius, unaware of his opponent's background, got excited and wanted to put on a show for his new master.

He casually picked up a dueling sword of mortal size and rushed towards his opponent.

As they charge towards their opponent, they also perform a beautiful sword dance with their dueling swords.

Even when he was still on Chemos, Lucius was a renowned gladiator in the Carax Arena.

With his dazzling swordsmanship, despite his young age, he was undefeated in duels, with no equal among his opponents.

He is hailed as the strongest young swordsman in Chemos.

He was confident that even though he, as a mortal, couldn't inflict much harm on his master, his magnificent swordplay would be enough to earn his master's favor.

when!

Facing Lucius's dazzling swordplay, Aqua simply watched him coldly, her saber deflecting his attack with a swift, concise, yet exceptionally elegant movement.

At the same time, he took a step forward and slammed the back of the blade heavily onto Lucius's calf, making him feel numb.

The entire sequence of movements was extremely slow, as if deliberately taking care of the opponent's actions, rather than being as swift as those of a Space Marine.

Snapped!

"Unsteady gait."

Lucius desperately wanted to turn around and stab back, but this move had already been anticipated by his opponent.

Snapped.

"Fancy moves."

Another powerful blow with the back of the blade sent him flying, sword and all.

Hope everyone is okay.

Seeing Lucius's miserable state, Casca prayed silently in his heart.

"It's all flashy and superficial, with absolutely no substance."

Aqua shook her head coldly.

"He has good talent, but he's not up to the task."

"Next is you, Casgar."

Seeing Aqua raise her sword in a gesture, Kaska picked up the small mortal training sword Shanabal beside her and nodded toward her.

"Concession."

The sense of oppression from facing them head-on is far stronger than from watching them from the sidelines.

Fortunately, the thirty years he spent learning and training with Fugrim had allowed his swordsmanship to improve by leaps and bounds.

He was certain that even the exceptionally talented Lucius would not be his match in a real fight.

Casca lowered its center of gravity, focused its attention, and charged towards its opponent.

when!

However, the opponent easily blocked the attack and instantly counterattacked.

Snapped!

The back of the other person's knife slammed into his right hand in an instant, making his arm go numb and nearly causing him to drop the military knife on the spot.

"Hasteful actions".

damn it!

He had anticipated that his opponent would attack like this, and he had seen the attack, but he just couldn't block or dodge it!