Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 32 The Steel Hand

Chapter 32 The Steel Hand
Casca lowered his head and carefully examined the anomaly in his hand.

The crack was so small that it would have been missed by someone with the eyesight of a Space Marine.

If it's just a minor wound, Casca probably won't care too much about it.

But this crack seems somewhat unusual.

He couldn't see any skin or tissue within the fine crack lines. Instead, it emitted a golden-red light, as if it were still slowly flowing within them.

He tentatively touched it with his hand, and it felt no different from ordinary skin.

what on earth is it?

"do not know."

Melusin's answer was brief and to the point.

"But all the data shows no problems. If there are no errors, it is very likely that the modifications you underwent in the underground laboratory are the cause."

Have you encountered anything unusual these past few days?

"No, I just receive normal swordsmanship and etiquette training."

Aside from training with the master of ceremonies, Rellano, and the swordswoman Aqua, Casca did not encounter any strange occurrences.

Besides, this is Holy Terra, and it's near the Terra Palace.

Which blind devil dares to run wild here?
"Then, pharmacist, what else do I need to do?"

"No need, I'll just make a note of your current situation."

“By the way, you might not know this yet,” Melusin said slowly, “Forgrim is back.”

Fugrim is coming back.

Casca wasn't particularly happy about this.

Because he was familiar with the original novel, he knew where she had been fooling around for the past three months!

In order to forge weapons for her future expeditions, she traveled to a large foundry at the foot of the Ural Mountains, where she encountered another Primarch, the Iron Hand, Feralus Marus.

Primarch of the Tenth Legion, Iron Hand, Headless Fey, Senior, Hand of Fate (this nickname was discontinued after a certain two-shot bomb target also used this nickname).

The two hit it off immediately and exchanged weapons they had forged as souvenirs.

Phoenix and Iron Ten have a very good relationship, which is written in the original work.

That being said
But I was here first!

Casgar was very unhappy about this.

"Casca!"

"Open the door! I'm home!"

Sitting in his room, not knowing what to do, Casca heard shouts outside.

Fugrim came to find him.

"calm down."

"Now that the timeline has shifted and I'm still alive, the plot might change as a result?"

For example——

"what?"

Casca was somewhat incredulous at what he was seeing.

It was indeed Fugrim standing outside the door, and she did indeed have a flaming sword at her waist.

But behind her was another woman.

She was dressed in a simple black outfit, with strong muscles, and was half a head taller than Fugrim.

As for comparison with Casca, even though Casca has grown much taller, it still only reaches the Primarch's chest.

Her jet-black hair was tied into a neat high ponytail, one eye was covered by pure silver, and her hands were cast from pure silver, revealing a strange metallic luster.

Is this Iron Hand?

Phyllis Marus?

Seriously, no, Fei, Senior Fei?
Casca was somewhat incredulous.

“Casgar, this is my sister, Primarch Philus Marus, Lord of the Tenth Legion,” Fugrim said with a smile as he introduced her to Casgar. “Philus, this is my husband whom I mentioned to you before, Casgar Sherlock.”

"Nice to meet you."

Phyllis spoke very succinctly, extending her silver hand to shake hands with Casca.

"However, if I may be so bold..."

She narrowed her eyes and looked at Fugrim with some displeasure: "Wasting too much energy on such mortals will only make you weaker."

As a typical socialite, Fei-senior didn't seem to spare him much leeway when she spoke.

"Oh? But I don't think Casca is as bad as you say."

Fugrim turned to face the other person, and although she still had a smile on her face, the smile had diminished by several degrees.

Like a mother hen protecting her chicks, she stood before Casca.

“Perhaps things will change in the future, but for now, I can’t find any reason in him to be as invested as you are.” Seeing this, Phyllis looked even more disappointed in him.

"You see Casca? That's how she is."

"Like a Gorgon, baring his teeth and claws at everyone."

After saying that, he entered the room and sat on the large bed in the center of the room, chuckling.

"I'll take this as a compliment from you."

Phyllis neither confirmed nor denied this.

"Casgar, do you think this Gorgon started taking his anger out on you right away?"

"Hmph, of course it's for this!"

As Fugrim spoke, he took out an exquisite power sword shaped like a Shanabar saber.

Kaska had previously seen many master-level crafted weapons in the treasury of the Sword Saint Aqua.

But Casca had never seen anything more exquisite and magnificent than the one in her hand.

"What is this?!"

“This is a gift for you,” Phyllis said, her voice tinged with a hint of bitterness.

"Forgrim spent almost three months building this; I thought she was planning to trade with me."

"I specially crafted a flaming sword for her to use, but who knew that in the end—"

It seems that Fei's good intentions were misplaced.

Poor senior.

Casca expressed his sympathy for this.

And he tried hard not to laugh out loud.

"Boy," she said through gritted teeth, "you'd better be worthy of this sword."

"If you haven't made much progress by the time the legions reach our Tenth Legion in the future, I'll have to take you away."

"whee."

Fugrim chuckled sheepishly, "It's alright, I'll just forge you another power hammer later."

"Or should I return this flaming sword to you?"

"No need, there's no reason to take back what's given away."

"Hmph, let's go."

She pursed her lips, turned around, and left.

After Philus left, the room became much quieter.

Only Kasgar was still slowly stroking the beautiful power sword, his eyes never leaving it for a moment.

What a beautiful sword!
Without the decomposition force field activated, it's a finely crafted Shanabal saber; with it activated, it becomes a master-level finely crafted power sword.

Great.

Casca sighed.

No wonder he could make Senior Fei so envious.

"do you like it?"

Fugrim asked as he leaned toward Kasgar.

"Hmm, what's its name?"

"【Severing Separation】".

She gently stroked the sword and answered with a smile.

Since you like it.

Her hand continued to wander.

"Hehe, then let Mom check if your teeth are normal after the modification!"

She let out a silly laugh, her narrow phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, and pounced towards Casca.