Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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 surface.

"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."

Chapter 80 Remarks on the launch

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Chapter 81 You're right, but the Centaur Gold Ring

“You’re right, Casgar.”

After a moment of silence, Fugrim spoke.

She quickly walked towards the other person.

One step, two steps.

It’s getting closer, very closer.

A relieved smile appeared on Casca's face.

Soon, Fugrim will be in his arms—

Stupid!

The flaming sword swiftly slashed towards his neck!

Even he couldn't dodge this attack in time.

Casca's head fell to the ground in terror and rolled several times.

"Tell me, who are you?"

"How did you find out, Fugrim?"

A stream of thick, black liquid suddenly gushed from the severed head of the "Casca," reattaching it to the neck that had been cut off by flames.

His disguise should have been flawless.

"On the fingers."

"You don't have the centaur gold ring I gave him."

Centaur gold ring.

From what Casca said, a symbol of love.

No?

"Casgar" looked at his hands.

its not right.

He was clearly wearing that gold ring on his disguise, so how could he not be wearing it?

"Perhaps you think there's nothing wrong with your disguise."

Fugrim twirled her flaming sword in a beautiful flourish.

"But only I can see, only I can know, the meaning of love contained in Casca's hands."

"It's that centaur gold ring again, and that nonsensical excuse again."

Casca's face suddenly twisted and contorted into a ferocious expression.

"Damn it, neither of you is human!!!"