Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Wait a minute, something's not right!

If the centaur's gold ring truly became an engagement ring, then when the emperor appointed Horus as warlord, wouldn't it be... wouldn't it be...

!

Casca dared not think about it further!

But it seems that Fugrim misunderstood him.

"Shake your head?"

"You mean this isn't a confession, but just an ordinary gift?"

Fugrim chuckled and squatted down to pinch Kasgar's flushed cheeks.

A boy's blush speaks louder than any sweet words.

"Since you're unwilling to admit it, then let me be the 'bad guy'."

After saying that, she returned to her workbench, took out a gold ingot, and began to carefully hammer it.

Since Casca is too shy to speak up, let her create the most exquisite and perfect gold ring to witness this politically arranged marriage between kindred spirits.

In the future, she will use this as the basis to create the most artistic drama in the world for hundreds of millions of people to enjoy!

Fugrim firmly believes that one day, everyone will propose with a centaur gold ring!

broken.

Watching the swift and agile Forgrim, Kasgar fell into a desperate silence.

Years later, when the Emperor pulls out the Centaur Gold Ring on Ulanor, Casgar Sherlock, the chief lord of the Third Legion, will recall that distant afternoon when he had that sudden inspiration.

a few days later.

Isn't the progress a little too fast?

Casca, who was rarely released from the manor in an official capacity, suddenly thought of something.

But it makes sense when you think about it.

Of the twenty lost Primarchs, the story of Forgrim conquering his homeworld is practically a wish-fulfillment novel.

After demonstrating his talent and charm, he successfully won over the power of several fortresses and strongholds on Chemos, winning the love and respect of almost everyone without losing a single soldier.

For the next thirty years until the emperor's arrival, it was a happy and leisurely farming routine.

As the Primarch, symbolizing perfection, the smooth progress in reclaiming its home planet was somewhat expected.

The details of the marriage were discussed very smoothly by both parties.

Even if the Sherlock family didn't know how Fugrim knew the name of this youngest son of the family, or why they chose Kasgar, this unknown youngest son, over other promising young talents of the Sherlock family.

However, this is not a big deal.

Ultimately, it was just a political marriage.

It is an alliance between the traditional noble family of Carax Fortress—the Sherlock family—and the rapidly rising new power, the Vogrim.

After the marriage, the Sherlock family would naturally gain a renowned and beloved mechanical expert, and Fugrim could, as she had envisioned, join the elite class of the Carax and acquire noble titles and honors.

She will showcase her talents and ambitions on an even higher level.

Everything is the result of calculations and transactions of interests between the two parties.

In terms of family interests, it was ultimately not important which son of the Sherlock family patriarch Fugrim chose.

But... is it really not important?

Casgar Sherlock looked around the room warily.

The engagement ceremony was held at the manor of the Upper Fortress. The venue was lavishly decorated, surrounded by lush and neatly trimmed shrubs, with ribbons tied to two ancient trees at the entrance displaying lines of characters written in ornate High Gothic calligraphy.

Although supplies were scarce at Carax Fortress, this shortage seemed to apply more to the workers than to them.

The old patriarch was currently chatting with other nobles in the manor, but Casca did not see any of the other family members, especially the eldest son Herod Sherlock, present.

Not quite right.

Casca thought to himself, "Logically speaking, they shouldn't be absent from such a solemn and important occasion."

The interior of the Carax Steel Fortress is divided into two levels.

The upper level was the residence of these Carax nobles.

After becoming an engineer, Fugrim successfully repaired the fortress's power and air circulation systems, which had been damaged for countless years.

She even obtained some plant seeds from ancient times from the old ecological cabins in the fortress, which enabled her to establish the prototype of indoor vertical agriculture and green gardens inside the barren fortress.

Even in the enclosed steel forest, new shoots can still sprout.

As he watched the dishes made from agricultural products appear on the table for the first time, and the crowd gathered around the table savoring the novel delicacies, Casca couldn't help but marvel.

Fortunately, given the significance of this political marriage, even the factory workers who toiled all day were able to benefit from it and get a day off.

Even the leading worker representatives were entitled to attend the banquet.

The manor was bustling with people, many of whom were guests who came to catch a glimpse of the legendary water goddess.

Their gazes naturally mostly fell upon the perfect female archetype.

Today, she changed her usual engineer uniform and appeared at the event in a gorgeous violet Stola Roman robe.

The long robe was embroidered with countless gorgeous and intricate gold threads, showcasing its owner's elegance and nobility. Coupled with her flawless beauty and her nearly three-meter-tall, godlike height, it was truly a sight to behold.

All the guests present were amazed that the goddess had reappeared in the world.

As for the man, Casgar Sherlock?

Unfortunately, Fugrim's Primarch-level height made Kasgar, who wasn't short, look exceptionally tiny next to him.

If he doesn't intentionally seek them out, he will most likely be overshadowed by the other person's brilliance.

Tsk.

Casca was a little annoyed.

When he undergoes Space Marine modification, be sure to tell the apothecary to make him bigger!

Casca reluctantly took a sip of the newly brewed wine and made a silent resolution.

However, now is not the time to consider these things.

The process of the Fugrim conquering the planet did not require war.

For the next thirty years, he will accompany Fugrim in governing the planet, accumulating experience in domestic affairs, and preparing for the future Great Expedition.

He firmly believed that everything would develop as he expected.

Until he heard shouts coming from afar.

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.