Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 64, 28-1, Byzantium
As Fugrim finished speaking, Kasgar Sherlock reluctantly stepped forward.

Unlike the purple power armor worn by the other soldiers, Casca was only wearing a particularly dashing formal suit, which complemented his handsome appearance.

"And Casca will be my personal male concubine."

"At the same time, it is also a hidden blade, secretly assisting us in gaining control of the 28-1 world."

He had no objection to this arrangement.

“Forgrim, actually I’m quite interested in this—”

"Ok?"

"Casca, what should you call me?"

Fugrim smiled and gently lifted his chin with his hand.

"Lord Fulgrim."

"You're right, I have no objection."

"I volunteered."

"Good boy."

She gently stroked Casca's cheek.

"However, you still have a lot to learn."

"Of course, all of this is for better disguise, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, Lady Fugrim."

"No, no, no, no, Casca."

A flush rose on her face, and her voice gradually lowered.

Her bright purple eyes narrowed, completely ignoring the fact that there were other imperial sons present.

"As my personal male concubine, you should call me—"

"Owner."

Wow.

What an cheesy couple!

It was my parents again, and now they're really in a bad situation.

Pharmacist Melusin helplessly covered her eyes with one hand, trying to turn her head to the other side so as not to watch the strange performance of the two in front of everyone.

Logically speaking, although Fugrim has a strong desire to perform.

But ultimately, he wouldn't behave like that in such a serious setting, where the legion is discussing its next move.
Inappropriate.

"All right."

Perhaps realizing that her behavior was inappropriate, Fugrim stopped teasing Kasgar.

After all, he was the chief lord and commander of the emperor's son, so he had to be given some face.

She seemed a little too excited.

After learning that Casca had agreed to join the Iron Hand's expedition with Philus, and that Casca's gaze had dared to linger on her during the banquet.

"Cough cough."

"What happened just now was a stage play performance, the purpose of which was to make the disguise more convincing so as not to arouse suspicion."

"Let's get down to business."

28-1 refers to the first world conquered by the twenty-eighth expeditionary fleet during the expedition.

Its official name is Byzas.

A pocket empire composed of humans lost from the old night era.

After other expeditionary fleets discovered this human remnant empire, they assigned the task of conquering it to the newly formed expeditionary fleet led by Fugrim.

According to advance teams, Byzantium is currently in a state of flux.

If there is an opportunity to peacefully reclaim it, it would naturally be a blessing for the human empire.

"Conquering a world does not always require blood and fire."

Fugrim confidently gestured with his finger in front of the observation deck.

“My brothers and sisters, Horus and Philus, are an indispensable force of the Empire.”

"Whenever they trample the world, all that remains are broken remnants of blood and fire."

“But we, the sons of emperors, are different.”

"With our perfect methods, we will reunite this shattered and scattered galactic world."

"No need for fire and blood to cleanse it, nor to add another new scar to this already scarred world."

"Six swords would be enough to make Byzantine submit."

This is also the source of her confidence that she could conquer an entire world with just six sons of emperors.

Of course, we also have to include the utterly dejected Casca on the sidelines.

Of course, this is also a gamble.

It was not only a gamble with Lemanrus, his savage Primarch brother, but also the future of the entire Legion.

Currently, there are only a few hundred Imperial Sons still serving on the Imperial Pride, not even enough to fill the ship's mess hall. Due to the lack of manpower, many training facilities are almost completely idle, and the personnel in various positions on the new Voidship are still getting used to each other.

If the other side dares to attack them during this vulnerable time, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Even if they were fortunate enough to withstand the attack, the losses faced by the Third Army would be equally unacceptable.

The son of the emperor is not allowed to fail.

"But this is also an opportunity."

Fugrim is very optimistic.

"If we succeed in bringing Byzantium under our control without bloodshed, its billions of inhabitants will become the future source of blood tax for the Third Legion."

For the sparsely populated Third Army, a well-preserved Byzantium would be a long-term source of manpower.

Compared to Guilliman, who possesses five hundred worlds of Alteramar and speaks without a care in the world, Fugrim must carefully protect every planet she goes to.

After quickly instructing Byzantine on his characteristics and tasks, the six sons of the emperor either whispered among themselves or remained silent as they walked out of the observation deck.

Now, before the massive bow of the Imperial Pride, only Fugrim and Kasgar beside her remained silent.

"What's wrong, Casgar?"

"Still haven't settled into your new identity?"

She leaned against the table, propping her chin on her hand, watching Casca's expression of resentment and shame with amusement.

This is it!

She just wanted to see those teeth!
In fact, Fugrim's twisted sense of humor was far more ruthless than Kasgar had imagined.

Even at the very beginning, he didn't even have the butler's robes.

She even wanted to see Casca in a maid outfit.

Maid Outfit Astartes!
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh—

Are you kidding me? I’m going to puke!
But faced with Kasgar's unwavering and resolute refusal, Fugrim had no choice but to give up, no matter how much he wanted to insist.

No matter what, he was the son of the emperor, the chief lord and commander, and he still had to save face.

"Now, Casca. There's no one else here."

Fugrim said to Kasgar with a smile.

Upon hearing this, he immediately felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

At this point, his pelvis is usually going to suffer.

"Now, could you please go to the imperial bureaucrats and retrieve some Byzantine-related poetry, laws, and literature for me?"

"Gulp! I will absolutely not yield—"

"Hey, wait a minute, what did you say you wanted?"

"Byzantine-related poetry, legal and humanistic books."

She smiled, and her voice became much softer.

"If we want to persuade Byzantium to surrender, we must first understand his social structure and ideology."

"Go quickly, Casca."

"Ok."

"Forgrim, you should also get more rest."

"Yes. Thank you, Casgar."

Like a true male servant, Kasgar remained silent for a moment, then bowed slightly to her and turned to leave without saying anything more.

But this doesn't mean that Fugrim can relax even a little.

Since leaving Chemos, she has been constantly plagued by anxiety about the Legion's inability to carry out formal operations.

The achievements of her other siblings who had returned also filled her with fear.

Can she really call herself perfect?

A sense of crisis gnawed at her like snake venom.

Fugrim was terrified.

She was constantly afraid.

Moreover, even if Casca only glanced at other people for a moment, she would feel a strange sense of unease.

She couldn't explain why she felt this way.

It's like a part that's deforming under heavy pressure.

Fugrim was a little tired.

She felt nostalgic for the old days in Chemos when she and Casca repaired machinery together.

Although those times were tough, they were still filled with simple beauty and joy.

Being with loved ones brings a sense of fulfillment and joy; it's a time when you don't need to worry about the future or others.

And now.
"I still have a whole world to fix."

Fugrim leaned over the table and sighed softly.

(End of this chapter)