Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Even if there were no official chroniclers at this time, their accounts would depict the entire process of the Emperor's Sons' Legion, from a desolate force of just over two hundred men, rushing towards the stars.

This is a busy time.

“Casca, you should call me ‘Sir’.”

However, Fugrim doesn't seem to be happy about Kasgar's busy schedule.

Her amethyst-like eyes, filled with a hint of dissatisfaction and disdain, were fixed on his face.

"Lord Fulgrim?"

Casca was somewhat confused.

"Humph."

"Commander-in-Chief Casgar, I have a question for you:"

"Was dinner party fun last night?"

She narrowed her eyes and pouted slightly, her dissatisfaction evident in her gaze as she looked at Casca's embarrassed face.

At the same time, a fair, soft hand slowly roamed across Casca's neck, sending chills down his spine.

Without a doubt, she would pinch him in the next second.

"No"

"Not fun? Then why did your eyes linger on Phyllis for so long?"

She is laughing.

But to Casca, that smile was nothing but terror.

goo.

Casca swallowed hard.

Is she pretty?

"Not as good-looking as you."

"Oh? Where's the angel? Are angels prettier than me?"

"This one is really... no, no, no, not as good-looking as you."

"Not as good-looking as me?!"

"Ow!"

"You haven't even met her, how can you say she's not as pretty as me?"

Fugrim's smile remained as "kind" as ever.

"woo"

Like a fish on a chopping board, Casca gave up the struggle.

Over the years, his interactions with her have gradually made Casca forget just how terrifying the person he was associating with truly was.

Fugrim.

The sheer value of being the number one yandere in the Warhammer world.

Aren't you going to answer me?

Kasga had no choice but to close his eyes, feeling the cold touch of the other person's fingers on his neck.

At least for now, I can still feel my body below the neck.

Gradually, it seemed that the other person was approaching.

Kaska could even feel the other's gentle breath on his face.

"Humph!"

Fugrim gave a soft hum and gently kissed his ear.

"Casca, just you wait!"

After uttering a threatening remark, she pulled him deeper into the palace with a wicked grin.

A few hours later.

The observation deck at the bow of the Imperial Glory ship.

Primarch Vorgrim wore an elegant white and purple robe, with a cloak adorned with gold feathers draped over his shoulders.

She was quietly gazing at the starry sky outside the window, watching the many planets of the solar system slowly shrink before her eyes.

The 28th Expeditionary Fleet and the Imperial Pride are about to embark on their first long voyage.

Beneath the Primarch stood the six Astartes, sons of the Emperor.

Three were from Terra, and the remaining three were Chemos.

Many of them were new recruits of the Legion, and were the assistants that Fugrim considered most suitable to carry out the plan with her.

She remembered every one of their names.

【Taymar】

Thorne

【Seres】

Narvo Quinn

【Flavius ​​Alkenes】

And finally, the chief apothecary from the Son of the Emperor of Holy Terra.

【Melushin】.

However, it seems that Kasgar, the Legion Chief Lord whom Fugrim favored most, was not among them.

This inevitably left everyone puzzled.

Will Kasgar still be bullied by Fugrim?

They don't even include him in the fights?

"And one of my 'personal male lovers'."

A hint of smugness flashed in her eyes.

"All right."

"Come out, Casgar."

Fugrim: YOU! Entertain me!

Chapter 64, Byzantium

As Fugrim finished speaking, Kasgar Sherlock reluctantly stepped forward.

Unlike the purple power armor worn by the other soldiers, Casca was only wearing a particularly dashing formal suit, which complemented his handsome appearance.

"And Casca will be my personal male concubine."

"At the same time, it is also a hidden blade, secretly assisting us in gaining control of the 28-1 world."

He had no objection to this arrangement.

“Forgrim, actually I’m quite interested in this—”

"Ok?"

"Casca, what should you call me?"

Fugrim smiled and gently lifted his chin with his hand.

"Lord Fulgrim."

"You're right, I have no objection."

"I volunteered."

"Good boy."

She gently stroked Casca's cheek.

"However, you still have a lot to learn."

"Of course, all of this is for better disguise, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, Lady Fugrim."

"No, no, no, no, Casca."

A flush rose on her face, and her voice gradually lowered.

Her bright purple eyes narrowed, completely ignoring the fact that there were other imperial sons present.

"As my personal male concubine, you should call me—"

"Owner."

Wow.

What an cheesy couple!

It was my parents again, and now they're really in a bad situation.

Pharmacist Melusin helplessly covered her eyes with one hand, trying to turn her head to the other side so as not to watch the strange performance of the two in front of everyone.

Logically speaking, although Fugrim has a strong desire to perform.

But ultimately, he wouldn't behave like that in such a serious setting, where the legion is discussing its next move.

Inappropriate.

"All right."

Perhaps realizing that her behavior was inappropriate, Fugrim stopped teasing Kasgar.

After all, he was the chief lord and commander of the emperor's son, so he had to be given some face.

She seemed a little too excited.

After learning that Casca had agreed to join the Iron Hand's expedition with Philus, and that Casca's gaze had dared to linger on her during the banquet.

"Cough cough."

"What happened just now was a stage play performance, the purpose of which was to make the disguise more convincing so as not to arouse suspicion."

"Let's get down to business."

28-1 refers to the first world conquered by the twenty-eighth expeditionary fleet during the expedition.

Its official name is Byzas.

A pocket empire composed of humans lost from the old night era.

After other expeditionary fleets discovered this human remnant empire, they assigned the task of conquering it to the newly formed expeditionary fleet led by Fugrim.

According to advance teams, Byzantium is currently in a state of flux.

If there is an opportunity to peacefully reclaim it, it would naturally be a blessing for the human empire.

"Conquering a world does not always require blood and fire."

Fugrim confidently gestured with his finger in front of the observation deck.

“My brothers and sisters, Horus and Philus, are an indispensable force of the Empire.”

"Whenever they trample the world, all that remains are broken remnants of blood and fire."

“But we, the sons of emperors, are different.”

"With our perfect methods, we will reunite this shattered and scattered galactic world."

"No need for fire and blood to cleanse it, nor to add another new scar to this already scarred world."

"Six swords would be enough to make Byzantine submit."

This is also the source of her confidence that she could conquer an entire world with just six sons of emperors.