Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"what do you want?"

After an awkward silence, Melusin suddenly asked a question.

"Ok?"

"You have no reason to come all this way just to remind me of my symptoms."

"Tell me what you want."

"What I want, is there any need to say more?"

Hehe

Kaska grinned wickedly and slowly approached her.

Melusin was short in the Astartes, and even with Kasga being tall, she was forced to the door in just a few steps.

"No, don't come any closer! Stay away from me!"

Melusin tried to throw a punch, but Casca easily caught it.

This is no longer the era where she could knock Casgar to the ground with a single punch.

With her weakness exploited, she could only lean against the wall, turn her head away, and shed a tear.

A large, slightly warm hand removed her shoulder armor and climbed onto her body—

heat.

I felt as if my internal organs were being burned by a flame.

She sensed that this body was no longer the one she knew.

It's so hot

Under Casca's massive hand, her body felt as if it were on fire.

Melusin couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.

Casca, he... he actually...

He didn't do anything at all.

"OK, it's over."

Casca let out a long sigh and wearily withdrew his right hand, covered in golden-red cracks, from her shoulder.

"Eh?"

Melusin opened her eyes, still somewhat unsatisfied.

"Check if the visceral wilt disease has disappeared?"

It's really hard to control.

Kaska looked at the melting frost beneath his feet and felt a wave of dizziness.

This was a psychic ability that gradually awakened after golden-red cracks appeared on his right hand.

The fire of creation.

After the flames scorch his right hand, Casgar can bring back to life whatever was scorched by the flames, if he so desires.

Even the wilt disease that Melusin couldn't cure has been easily solved by Casca.

"But to be honest, it's not that easy."

Casca collapsed onto the sofa, pale-faced, breathing rapidly.

As for the golden-red crack on Casca's right hand, it was still shimmering with faint light.

Moreover, the cracks seem to be extending further up the wrist.

But it seemed that Melusin was too frightened and stood still.

"how?"

"Feeling a little disappointed that you didn't get the treatment you expected, pharmacist?"

He said with a grin.

Casca did it on purpose.

He just likes to be mischievous like that.

"No, is my illness really cured?"

Her voice trembled. Having suffered from wilt disease for decades, she knew all too well how painful this disease could be.

Now, those withered internal organs and those metastatic diseases have vanished without a trace, just like the wind.

She can finally live a good life!

"Okay, okay, pharmacist, please stop crying, okay?"

"I'll treat your illness, but there's a price to pay."

Casca continued.

"Just tell me what you need."

"First of all, you are not allowed to conduct any human experiments that exceed the scope permitted by the Imperial Truth from now on."

"This is crucial."

It was visibly clear that Melusin's face fell.

As a genius biologist with no taboos, she did not like this request.

This would greatly limit her research.

"What if I don't follow the rules?"

"If you don't want to follow the rules, then don't. I've already cured your illness, so I can't control what you do."

With that, Casca stood up and walked towards the door.

"But I believe you will comply."

Because I am yours—

“☆Mother☆Fucker☆”

He turned around, smiled, and casually closed the door.

Spicy Hakis: Really? I don't believe it. (Testing the flames)

Spicy Hakis: Wow!!!

Chapter 72 Missing

"Where is this?"

Fugrim looked around and finally found the only familiar face in this unfamiliar room.

“Philus? What are you doing in Byzantium—”

Fugrim abruptly stopped halfway through his sentence.

She saw Casca, who was embracing her, with a slightly flushed face.

And the other party seemed to not only offer no resistance while standing next to Philus, but also seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it?

Her expression changed drastically.

"Casgar?"

"What exactly is going on?"

"Oh, it's Fugrim."

For some reason, Phyllis's tone became much more flippant.

She gave a provocative smile, and her other hand groped Casca's body in a rather unrestrained manner.

"What, you don't recognize your favorite Casca?"

"No! Casca could never be like that! He—"

Forgrim was furious and wanted to refute her statement.

"Do not?"

"So, Kaska is this aloof and distant with you Sons of the Emperor? With me, the Iron Hand, it's a completely different story~"

"The storage machine has been sent to you. Open it and take a look if you dare!"

I woke up with a start.

Fugrim jolted awake from his sleep.

original

It turned out to be a dream.

What a false alarm.

She rose from the specially made table and chair she was leaning against, recalling everything that had happened last night.

After she agreed to Casca's request, he went to Melusin's residence to lure out the assassins lurking in the shadows.

It felt like I was waiting for news of Casca's return.

As I waited, I unconsciously fell asleep at the table.

These days, she has been studying the customs and traditions of Byzantines and the fleet arrangements of Emperor's Pride on the Imperial Pride website, and has not slept for several days.

Even with the original body's energy, it was still impossible to withstand such high-intensity work.

What about Kaska?

Where is he now?

"Casca!"

Fugrim called out and searched around the room.

He was nowhere to be seen.

She had an ominous premonition.

Fortunately, she had put a tracking collar around his neck before leaving, so she could easily find where Casca was now.

No.

Fugrim's pupils contracted sharply for a moment.

The signal was interrupted.

The equipment was functioning without any problems, but there was no signal related to Casca.

impossible!

This artifact was personally crafted by her, a Primarch of master blacksmithing.

Given the limited technological capabilities of the Byzantinesian people, it was simply impossible to completely block their signal!

"If that's the case, then the problem is indeed very serious."

Inside the Governor's Palace, Chief Propagandist Gerconda Parker wore a solemn expression.

Casca has disappeared.

To outsiders he may have been just an insignificant manservant, but only they knew how serious the disappearance of the chief lord commander truly was.

Where did he end up?

“It’s with me.”

Melusin's dark circles seemed lighter than usual: "He left after discussing some medical issues with me."

According to local Byzantine autobiographies, the time was roughly between two and three Terra Standard Times after midnight.

“We have all witnessed Lord Casca’s skills, so his sudden disappearance is indeed unusual.”

"Could it be because he has already infiltrated the enemy ranks?"