Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Chancellor Collins, walking at the head of the governor's mansion, asked a question to Fugrim, who was walking slowly behind him.

The governor’s personal residence was not as dilapidated as the stone platform he had encountered before.

As the only legitimate government currently existing on the planet Byzantium, and also the center of power across the entire continent, its interior decoration is extremely lavish.

Marble statues are neatly arranged on both sides of the corridor, and the gilded roof is decorated with dazzling patterns by the planet's greatest artists.

Stained glass windows inlaid with jewels depicted epic scenes that were difficult to see clearly, while terracotta boots pounded on the greyish-white stone floor, the dull thuds echoing throughout the towering and spacious mansion.

"Oh?"

"And who is this person next to you?"

He pointed somewhat awkwardly to Kasgar, who was standing next to Fugrim.

The latter is equally awkward.

"Him,"

Fugrim grinned maliciously. "His name is Kaska, and he's my favorite... well, little dog Hook."

Her icy hand brushed across his neck.

"What's the answer?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good dog, hook up."

She gently and lovingly ruffled his hair.

Abdron watched this scene from behind, thankful that he was still wearing a helmet.

Difficult to stretch.

It's really too hard to hold back.

Looking at Casca, who had taken the position of chief lord commander from him through trickery, Abdron felt a surge of vengeful pleasure.

Great! Excellent!

Kasga, that arrogant brat, should have been disciplined long ago!

Perhaps feeling a little awkward seeing the court prime minister before him, Fugrim turned to look at him.

"If he has any objections, I can have him come to our residence and wait."

"If you like."

"Many nobles will be attending the banquet, and they will not object to your personal hobbies, sir."

Hundreds of light-colored plates were laid out on a long, dark wooden table, filled with local Byzantine fish, some kind of lizard meat, and fruits and vegetables.

The nobles of Byzantines, as hosts welcoming Fugrim, prepared a sumptuous meal for her and her accompanying diplomatic corps.

While not as luxurious as the delicacies enjoyed on Holy Terra, it was still quite abundant for a civilization in decline.

During the meal, Byzantine dancers came forward to perform unique local dances. Together with the waiters moving about the room, they created a lively and festive atmosphere.

Abdron stood before the enormous stained-glass window, seemingly resting with his eyes closed; while the belligerent son of the emperor, despite being forbidden from dueling by Fugrim, continued to flaunt his martial prowess with the local nobles.

Melusin seemed to have said not long ago that she wanted to investigate something, and then she disappeared without a trace.

As for Vorgrim

"feed me."

Looking at Casca's helpless face, she secretly delighted and instructed him to put the grapes into her mouth.

"Don't use your hands, I want you to put your mouth to my mouth."

"obedient."

Gurgle.

Red and warm!

Fugrim's smug and domineering attitude made him grit his teeth in annoyance.

calm.

Casca, calm down.

This is all an act, designed to lower the other party's guard and allow them to uncover the hidden forces hindering the peaceful recapture of Byzantium.

Yes, it's just acting, there's no need to feel embarrassed.

Right!

Kaska's eyes immediately became much clearer.

This is all an act.

It's acting!

Why feel embarrassed?

Casca believed in a very obvious truth.

As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

Why was he constantly teased by Fugrim before?

Because he was the only one who felt embarrassed and shy, Fugrim would take advantage of the situation and launch an "attack" on him.

As long as Kasgar isn't embarrassed, then it's Fugrim who should be embarrassed!

"Everyone!"

Casca stood up and addressed the crowd.

All eyes turned to him in an instant, looking at this unexpected guest with suspicion.

"Please allow me to explain the origin of this small [Centaur Gold Ring] that connects us."

As he spoke, Casca revealed the antique gold ring he wore on his right hand.

Previously, it was always Fugrim who was showing off everywhere, but now it's Kasgar's turn to show off his [Centaur Gold Ring].

Perhaps intimidated by Casca's powerful aura, no one present dared to step forward and stop his boastful behavior.

"Thirty years. Thirty wonderful years I spent with Miss Fugrim on Chemos."

It's almost a direct paraphrase of Fugrim's words, but Kasgar cleverly reversed the order of importance.

"And so, she placed this centaur gold ring on my finger and promised—"

"Alright, Casca, stop talking."

"Why don't you say it again? Didn't you say you wanted the whole world to be captivated by our romantic story?"

"Or do you mean you don't like me anymore?"

Kaska instantly became extremely aggrieved.

"It's clear... we agreed that I belong to your [Centaur Gold Ring]."

"Wait a minute, Casca, you—"

Seeing everyone casting concerned glances their way, even the most attention-seeking Fugrim couldn't help but blush.

Abdron: "."

God man.

The essence of Kasgar seems to be not much different from that of Fugrim.

Rather than saying these two are a match made in heaven.

It's more like birds of a feather flock together.

Two extraordinary people.

It is recommended to lock it.

Leaving aside the fact that Fugrim is a Primarch, let's talk about Kasgar.

Is this the guy who beat me in the duel and became my boss?

How can they deny that this madman is the chief lord commander of their emperor's son?

He secretly vowed that from this day forward, everything Casca did in Byzantium would be classified as a top secret within the Third Army.

This absolutely must not be leaked!!!

The Third Army has no secrets either.

Eh?

Why did he say "also"?

The banquet proceeded smoothly after this minor incident.

Aside from glaring at him and pinching him hard, Forgrim did nothing more to tease him.

A terrifying balance had been reached between them.

The ruler of Byzantium, Governor Pandion IV, also attended the banquet.

He was an obese old man with extremely loose muscles and skin hanging on his body. Judging from his listless appearance, he seemed to be suffering from various illnesses.

"Greetings to you."

Fugrim raised the wine glass in his hand.

"Byzs is not what it used to be, and we hope you will enjoy the meal we have prepared for you."

"Of course, of course."

Fugrim smiled, raised the wine glass in his hand, and swirled the wine inside a few times.

"If this wine hadn't been contaminated with the three mixed toxins, it would be perfect."

"Isn't that right, Governor Pandion?"

She smiled and took a sip.

Chapter 69 The Role-Playing Enjoyer (Part 2)

To be precise.

There are four types.

Fugrim took a sip and then frowned slightly.

She maintained her smile, as if she were talking about something trivial.

He stood there unharmed, speaking in a mocking tone.

"My lord...I...this..."

Governor Pandeon's loose skin twitched, and his eyes darted left and right, as if he didn't know where to look.

He frantically waved his hands, trying to absolve himself of guilt through body language.

"I had no idea! Those people—"

"Of course I know it couldn't be you, Governor."

"At least, you don't have the guts yet."

With a smile, Fugrim turned and moved toward the window of the governor's mansion.

She leaned against the window, looking at the view outside the open stained glass window without saying a word.

The once neatly divided farmland now has only a few sparse, coarse crops drooping on the ground.

In front of the dilapidated house, riddled with cracks and patches, only a few emaciated serfs walked slowly.

So desolate.

If even the farms near the capital were like this, it's not hard to imagine how bad the rest of Byzantium must have been.

The lavish meal before her might be enough to starve all the villages in the surrounding agricultural area.

Of course, this was never a big deal for nobles.