Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 63 Expeditionary Fleet No. 28
Void.

Before Fugrim's enormous floor-to-ceiling window, there was only a dazzling starry sky.

The Emperor's Pride

Every tiny detail of this enormous and magnificent Queen Glory-class battleship was meticulously crafted by Fugrim herself.

Finally, after taking almost twice as long to build as other warships of the same class, this warship, which could be called "perfect," was finally able to officially enter service and participate in the grand Galactic Expedition.

Expeditionary Fleet No. 28

This is the designation of the Emperor's Son Expeditionary Fleet, a number that may accompany them for the rest of their lives.

At yesterday's banquet, after announcing the Second Legion Commander's promotion to War Marshal, Fugrim proposed that the Emperor's son lead an army alone.

Even though their current numbers are less than a thousand, the sons of emperors are skilled warriors who can fight against hundreds of enemies. They are capable of reclaiming world after world for the human empire!

They should believe her.

but no.

Fugrim still remembered her brothers and sisters who opposed her, including the Second Legion leader who had defeated the alien coalition with only two thousand Astartes.

Even he opposed her.

"It's truly a case of the pot laughing at the kettle!"

She repeated the proverb from ancient Terra, about bottles and jugs, in a huff.

This is compassion.

Sympathy from brothers and sisters.

But Fugrim doesn't need it.

Finally, at the dinner party, she proudly announced her expedition plan.

She made a bet with the Wolf King Lemanrus that to conquer 28-1, the first world of the Twenty-Eighth Expeditionary Fleet, she only needed six people.

Six Astartes.

To conquer a world with her.

The Primarchs naturally offered words of advice, but Fugrim didn't seem to be joking.

This will be a magnificent beginning for their 28th Expeditionary Fleet.

She made this announcement in the final moments of the dinner.

As for the emperor, he did not object.

After the banquet ended, the newly appointed War Marshal quickly disappeared from Holy Terra again.

The leader of the Second Legion acts in a very secretive manner and attaches great importance to blocking information.

Aside from the occasional reports of victories against the Pocket Empire and the Aliens from the Terra War Council, there was almost no intelligence on the Second Legion's operations.

Even when the topic of the mysterious insectoid aliens outside the Fenris galaxy was brought up during the banquet, Lemanrus, the ruler of Fenris, was completely unaware of it.

The Second Legion is entirely a secret.

"Forgrim, you were looking for me?"

Casca pushed open the door to the room.

As the only Primarch's private bedroom on the Emperor's Pride, it is not allowed to be entered casually by ordinary fleet personnel or even the Emperor's sons.

But Casca is not just a simple son of an emperor.

As the Primarch's husband, Kasgar's status within the Legion has risen even higher after becoming the Chief Lord Commander.

However, he was usually very approachable and disliked the rigid etiquette and hierarchy of the nobility.

The sons of the emperor should unite and cooperate, rather than being divided according to military rank and grade.

Today, the Imperial Navy of the Twenty-Eight Expeditionary Fleets, bureaucrats of all ranks from the Empire, crew members who maintain the ships, and wandering merchants eager to explore the open frontiers are constantly pouring into the Imperial Pride.

But it was only barely enough to keep this massive warship running.

It even included some of the most famous artists and singers on Terra, who were invited by the Primarch to board this Glory Queen-class flagship and join the expedition.

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!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)