Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"Of course, I did agree to it."

"But! My lord, he's just an ordinary Space Marine. His research on psionic energy is nowhere near ours!"

"Why should we listen to the opinions of laymen instead of believing the conclusions we've drawn from countless trials and experiments?!"

This is obviously unreasonable!

"Be at ease, Ahriman."

"I did promise him that I wouldn't directly study subspace life forms."

Given this, what choice will our Primarch Magnus make?

of course?

Of course, I'll choose to continue researching psionic powers!!

Magnus didn't even think about this problem for more than a millisecond.

If he were afraid of danger and gave up his in-depth research on psychic powers, would he still be Magnus?

As for how to conduct the research, Casca has already presented them with the standard answer!

"But that doesn't mean I won't change my research direction by using human faith, just like he did."

With that, he smiled and turned around, heading towards his meditation room.

“Let’s go and try to find some symbolic individuals that have appeared in fairy tales or legends.”

Finally, in the vast and boundless subspace, he successfully found the elf he was looking for.

The faint blue light emitted by the other party drew him in.

He exclaimed in amazement at the creation before him.

Wow! There's even an Imperial Double-Headed Eagle!

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