Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

A masterpiece imbued with the spirit of classical Olympia!

Peturabo was proud of his achievements.

Although there is currently no one in the entire theater—not even many on the planet Salvation, and certainly not many laborers who have worked their whole lives—who would be interested in theater.

But Peturabo

Looking at everything before him, he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

But he forgot one thing.

He should never have laughed again.

click!

The moment he stepped inside the theater, Peturabo felt an unimaginable force extending from both sides of him.

It was an attack from the two Primarchs, Mortalian and Fugrim, who seemed to be smiling undisguisedly as they held down his arms.

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't we come here to see a play?"

Peturabo shouted urgently.

What are these two guys doing now?

Who cares, I still have the Iron Ring Automaton!

After the initial panic, Peturabo quickly calmed down.

Calling in the Iron Ring Automaton!

It's alright, he, Peturabo, also has Iron Ring Automaton soldiers; all he needs to do is communicate via neural data flow through the back of his head—

and many more!

He's here in casual clothes to watch the play, so where would he get any neural interface in the back of his head?

Not only did he not bring any Iron Ring Automaton soldiers, but even his trident was not with him!

Alone and caught off guard, Perturabo was captured on the spot by the other two Primarchs.

Even Corax was somewhat surprised.

What are you doing?

"Hehe, little brother. Let me show you your older brother Peturabo's acting talent first!"

As he spoke, a tremendous force came from both sides of Peturabo, lifting him directly to the center of the theater, the place where countless lights and reliefs of gods converged.

"What exactly do you want—"

With a roar, Perturabo broke free from the two Primarchs imprisoning him.

The two men seemed to release the pressure on his shoulders as they carried him onto the stage, and then scattered in the next instant.

"Abo?"

The next moment, just as Peturabo was about to launch an attack, he heard the voice he knew best, but which was also the voice he least wanted to hear at that moment.

No.

No!!!

He froze in place, motionless, at the very center of the stage.

She was a tall woman dressed in an exquisite pure white robe, and she walked slowly forward with a smile, looking at Peturabo in the center of the stage.

Kelly Fanny, Peturabo's sister.

Why is she here?

Why would she be here?

All the questions that popped into Peturabo's mind in an instant were answered the next instant when he saw those three gloating smiling faces.

"you!"

"What are you trying to do!?"

Peturabo roared angrily at the three guys who were just watching the drama unfold.

"What?"

Fugrim looked surprised: "Perturabo, didn't you tell us to invite Kelly Fanny over to perform at the [Taliakron Grand Theatre] that you're building?"

She acted just like the real thing.

This woman's performance is even more realistic than the real thing!

Peturabo was furious again after hearing this.

So angry!

"Is that so, Abo?"

"I never expected it. I really never expected that you would still think of me after being away from this planet for so long."

But seeing the look of surprise and emotion on Kelly Fanny's face when she heard about it, Perturabo...

Damn it, Peturabo, say no to her!

You're not cut out for acting, and you're not prepared for drama.

Who knows what those bastards will do to you?

Reject her quickly, hurry up!

"Yes, that's right."

Peturabo said calmly.

[Next, please enjoy the epic performance brought to us by Peturabo, the Primarch of the Fourth Legion's Iron Warriors—]

[Talia, Grand Theatre]

(Actually, I was unwilling)

Accompanied by a series of soothing musical instruments, seemingly symbolizing the beginning of the performance, a voiceover from above began.

[A cunning ruler and his ministers fight each other for their own earthly interests.]

A bewildered boy gazes at the stars in the sky, his heart filled with doubt.

But at this moment, Peturabo was still completely bewildered—he had no idea what would happen next, or what these people wanted to do.

Judging from the narration and titles, they seem to be performing their own story on Olympia.

That's ridiculous! How could these mortals possibly understand Peturabo's thoughts, let alone perform them!

Peturabo's mind raced, his eyes landing on a section of data cable on the stage.

Data pipeline

This must be a tool used to transmit information by connecting it to the back of his brain.

Since they've appeared on this stage, right in front of me, they must be preparing for my upcoming performance.

This is malicious intent!!!

Peturabo grew angrier the more he thought about it.

If it weren't for Kelvin, he would have already opened fire on those treacherous guys!

Ugh!

He endured it for Kelly Fanny's sake.

Anyway, Nakasgar and Fugrim probably aren't very capable, and only Horus would like what they write.

All they do is play awkward games.

But after a moment of contemplation, he chose to connect the tube to an interface at the back of his brain.

Then he threw it off.

What is this thing?!

boycott!

He Peturabo is going to boycott the show!

Perturabo, his face flushed, wanted to say that, but seeing Kelly Fanny's expectant look...

Peturabo, following the narrator's description, opened his arms with difficulty.

"This starry sky, I have never touched before, yet it is so..."

Peturabo's performance was stiff.

But his stiffness doesn't mean he's unsuitable for acting; rather, it's an instinctive resistance to the content of the performance.

The reason Peturabo chose to throw the script away the moment he saw it was not because Casca's writing was so bad that Peturabo disliked it.

"My mind is denying the beauty and art in the world."

"But my heart keeps beating for this."

Peturabo read it out very reluctantly, word by word.

On the contrary, it's written too well and too bluntly.

It vividly portrays Peturabo's resentful mentality of "preserving steel and extinguishing human desires," a mentality of wanting something but not getting it, and then denying what he wanted.

Even his own left and right hemispheres unusually expressed a unified opinion on it.

Oh my god, this really is me!

But having already promised Kelly Finney, Peturabo simply couldn't bring himself to refuse.

Especially Kelly Fanny, who is now completely convinced of everything about Peturabo.

I simply couldn't refuse.

The show goes on.

From Peturabo's first ascent of Mount Olympia to his adoption by the local tyrant and his debates with various politicians and orators.

On the one hand, it shows Peturabo's vision and strength, which are difficult for ordinary people to understand, but on the other hand, it also shows his anger and confusion when he is ostracized by others because of this.

And right at this most crucial moment!

It's Kelly Fanny!

Although Peturabo would never admit it to himself, Casca knew it.

But he has a narration!

Since Peturabo is unwilling to say it aloud, let the narrator say it all!

And so, under Peturab's utterly terrified gaze, the narrator, much like Peturab's right brain, which was perpetually under attack from the left, spoke from the depths of his heart.

That feigned strength was merely a facade, a mask of steel.

I've always appreciated your support.

"Ok!"

Peturabo was even more horrified to see that Kelly Fanny, sitting in the first seat, was wiping away tears of emotion.

broken

This is completely inexplicable.

If in the future Peturabo says it's all just acting and he doesn't actually like you, Kelly Fanny...

Will Kelly Fanny believe him?

Peturabo: "."

He smiled with a sense of relief.

Fortunately, Casca gave Peturabo some face, and the entire theater was empty except for the Primarchs who had just entered and Kelifenne; there were no other audience members in the theater.

Of course, Casca was really afraid that if he saw the theater packed with people, Perturabo would go berserk and blow it up.

That would be amazing.