Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

In the end of Chapter 5, they escaped from their cage.

"Improve benefits! Improve benefits!"

"No workers, no Carax!"

"Forgrim, you have betrayed us!"

Looking out through the glass window, one could see dozens of people suddenly emerging from the entrance of the manor, shouting slogans and engaging in a violent physical confrontation with the patrol team maintaining order.

The relatively short historical record of Carax Fortress contains numerous accounts of similar worker protest rallies.

More than a decade ago, before Fugrim had even begun to emerge, the entire Kalac Fortress was on the verge of rebellion.

For workers, if they have to work more than twenty hours a day in despair...

We might as well all die together; that would be much more satisfying.

However, things improved after Fugrim became an engineer and improved the production machinery, which greatly improved the working conditions.

With hope for life and motivation for work, people naturally wanted to unite around Fugrim.

Conversely, the protests are gradually decreasing and disappearing.

Logically speaking, there should be no way anyone would cause trouble at the engagement ceremony of the workers' savior, Fugrim.

That's exactly what happened.

"I have never seen them in the factory."

With a serious expression, Fugrim leaned close to Kasgar's ear and whispered something.

“Those protesters are not workers.”

"Their expressions and movements were deliberate and exaggerated, as if they were acting in cahoots with the patrol team."

Her Primitive-level vision and logical abilities allowed her to quickly grasp useful information.

Although they were pushing and shoving each other, their lack of attention to detail revealed their true intentions.

To sabotage this carefully planned engagement ceremony.

As for the person who would carry out this vicious plan, it goes without saying.

“It sounds more like the work of my good brother Herod Sherlock,” Casca whispered in response.

"Their methods are truly despicable."

"It's estimated that the riots will escalate soon, and then the patrols will deliberately slow down, allowing these rioters to masquerade as workers and engage in looting, vandalism, and murder."

"We have to get out of here."

"Go and notify the others to evacuate first. If the situation worsens, we'll break out."

"it is good."

Conspiracy.

This is a purely overt scheme.

Casca's brow furrowed even deeper.

Herod Sherlock knew Fugrim's position among the workers, and he also knew of her terrifying power to forge alloys with her bare hands.

If he dared to protest at the engagement ceremony, he would be thrown out of the venue by Fugen like trash.

Kasgar and Fugrim were a perfect match, how could they tolerate a monster like him opposing them?

However, if they were to incite conflict, Casca and his crew really didn't have any good countermeasures.

Building trust is not easy, but destroying it is incredibly easy.

Fugrim's reputation stemmed from the support of the workers.

By disrupting the scene under the guise of being workers, they can easily hinder this legendary goddess.

If she were to lay a hand on the "workers," it would be tantamount to admitting to the accusation that she abandoned the workers, and she would become known as the "executioner" in the eyes of the public.

If she fails to control the rioters and bloodshed ensues, Fugrim's credibility among the nobles will plummet.

A dilemma.

In the end, the best way for Casca to deal with the situation was to avoid it.

They left early so they could come back later to find evidence of collusion between the thugs and nobles like Herod.

Regardless of the circumstances, the other party could use the pretext of suppressing a riot to disrupt the engagement ceremony.

Even more so, he was after something else.

Thinking of this, Kasgar couldn't help but look at the puzzled old patriarch Sherlock beside him.

Snapped!
Despite the efforts of many guests to ignore what was happening outside, the increasingly loud shouts and collisions seemed to eventually be the last straw.

Sizzle!

Several crackling sounds and screams, accompanied by several flashes of bright light, instantly shattered the atmosphere outside the venue.

Gunshots were fired.

That was the sound of a laser gun.

The patrol team seemed to have greatly underestimated the thugs' methods.

As the sharp blades slashed across the scene, the patrol team wisely dodged aside, making way for the rioters who rushed into the area.

"Why serve those noble lords! Fugrim, why!"

"Nobles cannot be trusted!"

"Lackeys, ackeys! They're all lackeys of the nobility!"

"Brothers, kill these nobles, and we'll take over Carax ourselves!"

Shouting, the leader of the riot, whose face was covered with a red cloth, kicked open the door of the central hall and looked around at the guests who were still trembling.

Among these people, there was no legendary goddess.

She appears to have left the area ahead of time.

not there?

The riot leaders breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they weren't there, otherwise they would have become the "lambs" sacrificed by the prophet.

However, their target is not just Fugrim.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the trembling old patriarch Sherlock to the side.

His smile suddenly stretched to the corners of his mouth.

"Hey, old man."

"It's time to hit the road."

The gun in his hand flashed red light. *Zzzzt!*

Blood exploded.

"Quickly! Protect the many guests attending the event. We must not allow them to be harmed by the rioters!"

The patrol team, which was actually well-equipped, did not appear at the venue immediately.

Herold Sherlock, who arrived a step too late and was now directing the search and rescue, was extremely anxious.

"What's going on! How could the patrol team be so negligent!"

Looking at the manor in such a state of disarray, he appeared extremely distressed.

"damn it!"

"I told you, believing that these workers wouldn't cause trouble was just wishful thinking!"

"report!"

A police inspector appeared beside him at just the right moment.

"More than ten worker rioters have all fled, and we found traces of the secret passage they used when they evacuated nearby."

".Forgrim

"It must be Fugrim!"

"She was the architect of the fortress; she must have revealed the secret passage to those thugs!"

Herod gritted his teeth.

"besides."

The police inspector lowered his voice slightly.

"We found the remains of Gentleman Sherlock in the venue."

"What did you say!!"

Herold's shout instantly rose eight octaves, drawing the attention of the surrounding guests.

"Damn pariah!"

"How dare they condone such violence, killing my father!!!"

"Where is she now?"

"According to surviving guests, she and Casca quietly left the venue before the riot began, which further confirms the possibility that they planned the incident."

"well"

Herod was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Notify the patrol team that, in the name of the new head of the Sherlock family, I will immediately launch a search and find the whereabouts of the criminals Fugrim and Kasgar!"

Outside Carax Fortress.

The raging storm has subsided slightly, and the steel fortress Carax remains nestled quietly within the mountains.

How long has it been here?

Ten years, a hundred years? Or a thousand years?
Apart from the yellow sand, no one knows anything about it.

The world was empty except for a man and a woman wandering in the wasteland outside the city.

"Unfortunately, the old patriarch trusted his son too much and was unwilling to leave with us."

Perhaps even in the end, he would not believe that he would die at the hands of his most beloved eldest son.

"I guess we'd both be wanted criminals by now."

Casca gave a wry smile, looked up, and remained silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Fugrim."

"Ok?"

"I'm sorry, I ruined your plan to control Carax. I made it less than perfect."

Not perfect enough?

Fugrim smiled.

Under the eternal twilight of Chemos, her smile was especially radiant.

"Maybe so, but obviously there are some things that are more important than perfection."

Stepping into the boundless desert, Fugrim was filled with curiosity.

The timeline has changed.

But this may not be a bad thing.

Chemos' engineers were finally freed from the bloated and corrupt aristocratic prestige.

Like a child touching the world for the first time, or a prisoner breaking free of old shackles, she tried for the first time to experience this world she had never tried to understand before.

Imperfect, but full of excitement.

A deep, heartfelt stirring.

"And what about you, Casgar?"

Fugrim countered with a question.

"Would you be saddened by losing your noble status?"

“I never worry about that.”

After a moment of contemplation, Casca shook his head.

"What I fear more is that one day we will really be like those old-fashioned nobles, staying in a place called Carax, shutting ourselves off and ignoring everything in the outside world."

"Forever immersed in the illusory glory of the past, unable to face the pain of reality; cursing and envying friends who are still walking in misery, and calling it 'perfection'."

As he spoke, Casca looked behind him.

The steel fortress with its doors tightly shut still stands there, silently facing the yellow sand, the setting sun, and the gaze of onlookers.

"How pathetic! I don't want to live like this."

"Perhaps, Fugrim."

"Maybe."

Like the bewildered yet hopeful men and women who left the Garden of Eden.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

(End of this chapter)