Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 115 The Horoscope

Around the same time that Magnus discovered the mascot of the human empire in the warp.

Warp, the Soul of Vengeance.

"It seems that our brother Magnus is unable to keep his promise to come."

Saint Gilles gently rested her chin on one hand, and with the other hand, she gently picked up a warm red chess piece carved from blood-red ivory, and pushed the translucent black onyx chess piece opposite her off the board.

"Brother, I won again."

She revealed a serene and elegant smile, and gently stretched as she did so.

On that chessboard made of ebony and black ebony, she always won more often than she lost when facing her brother Horus.

"Yes, you're getting better and better."

Horus shook his head with a wry smile and finished collecting the two-color chess pieces.

“Our brother has encountered some obstacles in his research on witchcraft and is unable to accept the invitation to go.”

"Just as I predicted?"

She smiled.

"Just as you predicted."

Although Horus was reluctant to admit it, he seemed to have some doubts about the source of his sister's extraordinary power.

But the other party was always able to predict and judge the final outcome of events, leaving him no choice but to believe them each time.

Horus even suspected that the opponent's recent victory in chess was also part of a prophecy.

"He chose to have the Third Legion, which was docked on his home planet, take his place."

"The Emperor's Sons and their Primarchs, the Vorgrim, will soon join our fleet."

"What do you think, Horus brothers?"

"It seems that in the mouths of all the Primarchs, my sister Fugrim is a peacock with its tail feathers spread out, always loving to show off everything about herself."

"Is that really so, Horus?"

"Of course not, she is indeed a little flamboyant."

Horus wanted to defend Fugrim, but it seemed his subconscious was unwilling to tell the lie.

However, the image of the other person's confidence and pride when they displayed the centaur gold ring in front of him still lingered in his mind.

Horus greatly envied that expression.

"But I can completely understand why she did that."

"I don't dislike her flamboyance, in fact... haha, I don't know if it's appropriate to say some of these things."

He chuckled awkwardly, his bronze skin turning a shade redder.

"Speak, brother."

Saint Gilles smiled and encouraged, "This is an opportunity for us to exchange ideas."

"Since the Emperor asked me to learn and observe for a period of time before taking command of the legion, he must want me to understand the thoughts of each of my brothers and sisters."

"Then I'll tell you straight."

"I not only don't dislike her performance, I'm also a little envious."

Horus's voice suddenly became several decibels as he looked around, seemingly to make sure no one else could hear him.

envious?

What's there to envy?
Saint Gilles' gentle face showed confusion and bewilderment.

But Horus did not answer her question directly.

"That was when I was little. Under the smog of Kosonia, it was rare to see the stars from outer space."

“Back then, I was just a young kid who didn’t understand anything. I firmly believed that those little sparks in the sky must be something very important. So when he told me that the stars were our long-standing goal for exploration, I wasn’t surprised.”

"let me tell you."

Horus suddenly stood up excitedly, while Saint Gilles stared at him, somewhat puzzled.

As he spoke, he sat down again beside the chessboard.

"The first gift my father gave me was a horoscope book."

"It's very simple, purely for children's early education. It's still in this room; I've kept it. My father noticed my curiosity about stars and gave it to me."

The most precious gift—a horoscope book.

Everyone knows about the centaur, but no one knows my constellation book.

"Um?"

Saint Gilles hesitated for a moment before nodding.

She didn't quite understand why Horus was suddenly telling her all this.
"Haha, maybe it is a bit strange to say these things all of a sudden."

But guess what?

When Horus told Fugrim about these things, the latter surprisingly agreed.

—That Kaska, surprisingly, also mentioned constellations when Chemos and Fugrim first met, just like them.

"Ok?"

Saint Gilles was somewhat puzzled.

"She said that Chemos was also covered by endless smoke and dust, and there was not a single sliver of sky to be seen there."

But Kasgar, like the emperor of Horus, told Fugrim and the children of that time a story about the stars in the sky.

"Guess what! Saint Gilles!"

Horus suddenly became very excited, like a child waiting for approval.

"The story Nagasca told was almost identical to the one the Emperor told me!"

"Hahaha."

Horus smiled and gently picked up the wine glass beside him, taking a sip.

"And that's not all. My father also asked me which zodiac sign I liked the most."

What a coincidence!

“I told him that I like Leo because it has a regal majesty.”

“You have someone more suitable, Horus.”

But the emperor smiled and rejected it.

"There's also Scorpio, but it was still rejected. It seems that having a Primarch is more suitable for this somewhat gloomy, heavily armed, and well-equipped constellation."

He was rejected again, but he didn't seem discouraged at all.

"Then I chose Taurus, which matches my stubbornness and my pursuit of fairness and balance."

But perhaps only Horus in the future will know that his stubbornness was not quite a good match for the true Taurus.

Horus shook his head sadly: “My father said he appreciated my choice, but was also surprised that I didn’t specifically mention the other constellation.”

He pointed with his finger at the centaur holding the bow, the image of the galloping warrior—the invincible Centaur.

Centaur!
The centaur is always a symbol of love.

"Of course, at that time, centaurs didn't actually have any connection to love."

Horus laughed and defended himself.

This is indeed a misunderstanding caused by time.

But he seems to enjoy this level of misunderstanding.

At that time, the centaur did not become a symbol of love despite the later popularity of the centaur gold ring.

"He told me that in ancient times, this was the greatest constellation symbol. It symbolized centaurs, iron cavalry, and hunters on the battlefield, and was highly revered in ancient times."

Horus still appreciated and respected the emperor's choice.

But Saint Gilles doesn't seem to think so.

This is clearly the Emperor forcibly assigning Sagittarius to him, isn't it?
If he continues to choose like this, it will become a process of elimination.
What's going on with this father and son?

Saint Gilles blinked rapidly, silently complaining to himself.

She began to regret letting Horus open his heart.

"Haha, I don't know why either. Maybe it really is just some kind of coincidence."

"But after hearing about Forgrim and her lover's experiences, I empathized with why she acted so flamboyantly."

(Horus: Good heavens, that's me!)
Horus stood up again and walked toward a mural that decorated the right wall of the living room.

This painting depicts an emperor reaching out to grasp the spinning stars, the vast and boundless starry sky appearing like fireflies in his hand.

Dominating the stars is an innate human dream.

These were the words he once told Horus.

Just as this painting depicts.

Horus slowly traced his fingers across the glittering nebula held in the Emperor's hand in the painting, until his fingertips touched the other's hand before withdrawing them.

Hehe
Touch the little hand.

"Hahaha," Horus said, watching Horus's behavior.

Saint Gilles gave an awkward but polite smile.

Perhaps, compared to the Imperial Phoenix, Fugrim, his brother was no different in his ostentation.

"report!"

Ezekiel Abaddon, the company commander of Shadowmoon Wolves, pushed open the door to the room.

"Can't you learn to knock before opening the door?"

"Ezekiel—?!"

Horus quickly withdrew his hand behind his back, his voice rising higher and higher until he was almost roaring when he uttered Abaddon's name.

His tone was filled with deep anger.

"?"

This left the seasoned company commander somewhat bewildered, looking around in confusion.

But after a few breaths of silence, things calmed down again.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"It's the 28th Expeditionary Fleet."

"Their ships have been incorporated into our fleet, and guests from the Son of the Emperor have boarded our Vengeance."

"Okay, I'll come right away."

“Saint Gilles, get ready. We’re going to meet a new sister.”

"Hmm!"

"Okay, here we go."

Saint Gilles hesitated before standing up.

She seemed still somewhat shaken by the other person's weighty remarks.

The Soul of Vengeance, bridge.

"Welcome! Sisters Fugrim, how have you been?"

Horus greeted him with a smile.

"Thank you for your concern, Wolf God."

"Although it is far from the glorious achievements of Shadowmoon Wolf, our expedition has also yielded great results thanks to the desperate efforts of the soldiers of the Third Legion."

Fugrim’s gaze fell on the pure white wings behind Horus.

"Who is this——?"

Saint Gilles.

She followed Horus closely, silently observing the Primarchs and Space Marines from the Third Legion.

Of course, her presence could only ever be the focus of everyone's attention; there was no way she could be described as "silently" or "quietly".

Whether it's her enormous, flawless white wings or her infinitely charming face, she is someone no one can resist.

And it seems that her looks have met their only rival today.

“Saint-Gilles, Primarch of the Ninth Legion.”

Seeing that she couldn't escape everyone's attention, she stepped forward with a helpless smile and bowed to Fugrim.

At that very moment, Saint Gilles and Fugrim locked eyes.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated.

The two sisters of the human empire have now come together.

It seems that almost everyone within the empire is looking forward to the meeting of the two most charismatic figures in the history of the human empire.

What kind of sparks will fly if these two meet?

Is it one side admitting they are less attractive, or is it both sides vying for attention and putting on a good show of women fighting?

The usually busy Cambridge, at this moment, all eyes, whether on the helmsman, crew, or captain, were on these two.

If navigators have a spare moment to look at it, they might also focus their other two eyes on it.

"Gentlemen, may we move to another place for now?"

Horus laughed somewhat awkwardly.

Oh, right, it seems there's more to it than that.

It seems that Horus was also a beautiful Primarch in the Imperial records.

Alright, now all the most beautiful Primarchs of the Empire have arrived.

"Are you Casca's sister?"

After a long silence, Fugrim uttered a statement that left everyone puzzled.

"Otherwise, why would she look so much like him?"

As Fugrim spoke, he tentatively reached out and stroked the other's face.

broken.

Casgar seemed to realize what the problem was.

In his eyes, Saint Gilles was an angel with beautiful golden hair.

However, due to the influence of psychic energy, everyone's appearance when they see Saint Gillespie is exactly what they want to see.

"Wait, I have something to say."

"I see."

Fugrim glanced back and forth between Kasgar and Sanguis in disbelief.

The latter's eyes were also fixed on Casca, whom he had never met before but who instantly recognized his physical features, with some curiosity.

Perhaps Casgar wasn't the most powerful Space Marine.

Horus believed that only his company commander, Izekel Abaddon, deserved this honor.

But it must be said that Casgar seems to be the most perfect and unique one in the Space Marine Legion.

First of all, the fact that he can be the Primarch's husband already puts him ahead of everyone else.

Not to mention his prophetic abilities and command skills, comparable to those of Saint Gilles, in Primarch lore.

He also gained Philus's appreciation in mechanical development.

Not long ago, it even solved a problem on the psionic level that Magnus couldn't solve.

An existence that even Magnus was impressed by psionic knowledge!
He is proficient in almost everything and has always been a role model for many legions.

When he met the gazes of Horus and Saint Gilles, Kaska suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Don't you all know that Saint Gilles is actually blonde?"

!

what? !

Horus seemed to realize this too late.

"and many more!"

"Your Saint Gillespie doesn't have black hair? Nor does she wear a golden laurel wreath?"

Horus approached Kaska with a look of surprise and doubt.

He felt that his perception might have been somewhat flawed.

Long black hair. Golden laurel wreath.
这 是
At this moment, a stream of information began to flood the minds of everyone present.

"Uh, okay, let's talk about this later."

When a mortal crew member suddenly approached Horus, the Primarch seemed to realize something and awkwardly straightened up, addressing the group.

"My navigator has informed me that the biggest guest at this Primarch gathering will be making an appearance soon."

Primarch alone is certainly not enough.

Currently, there is still one person who is most important and must be present when the Primarch returns.

Just as he was thinking this, a huge warship shining with golden light, accompanied by countless escort fleets of all sizes, appeared from the side and rear in the view of the huge observation deck in front of the main bridge.

"Notify the navigator to follow the ship ahead and complete the warp jump together."

Horus knew that this was the flagship he had been waiting for.

Expeditionary Fleet No. 1.

A vehicle belonging to a human emperor.

Emperor's Fantasy.

　Previously: The horoscope book made those remarks while Horus was fully conscious!

　　Chaos: Kids, we didn't do anything, he just babbled on and on.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)