Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"But in that case, it's impossible that my instrument didn't leave any response!"

“But Lord Fugrim, if the goal is to lure the enemy into action, the disappearance of Commander Kasgar can only be considered part of the plan.”

Please be patient.

"Calm down?! How can I—"

She had initially supported Casca's seduction plan.

But when Fugrim truly lost him and had no news of him whatsoever, a heart-wrenching fear instantly gripped her entire being.

She was very scared.

The unexploded bomb on Chemos caused the fear of losing Casca to haunt her like a leech.

"Sorry, I got a little too excited."

“Ms. Parker, please inform the officials of the Byzantine mainland government that an important member of our entourage has gone missing and we need their assistance in the investigation.”

"Understood. Should we reveal Casca's true identity to them as well?"

"That's not necessary."

Perhaps Casgar is indeed still carrying out his mission at this moment.

No matter how anxious she was, she couldn't interrupt Casca's plans.

He'll be alright.

Relax, Fugrim.

Relax.

"I'm so sorry, Lord Purple Phoenix! We didn't expect this—"

Byzantium's prime minister, trembling with fear, adjusted his robes and strode forward, addressing Fugrim.

She remembered his name.

Chancellor Collins.

A thin, gloomy middle-aged man.

The guards originally assigned to them were dismissed by Fugrim, and Kasgar's disappearance was almost completely unexplained, with no useful clues found in the vicinity.

"Really not?"

"Prime Minister, have you heard of Sabazius?"

“Sabazius this.”

Upon hearing this name, the prime minister's lips moved a few times, but he was unable to utter a complete sentence.

"Speak, Prime Minister."

“Tell us everything you know.”

"This is an ancient legend, native to Byzantium."

"As for the origin and the story, there are many versions circulating among the people. They used to be a hidden civilian group that opposed the mainland government, a kind of secret association."

"Tsk, an underground society."

Narvo Quinn, the emperor's son who wasn't exactly known for his good temper, smacked his lips.

Under the strong influence of Kasgar, the entire Sons of the Emperor's Legion is arguably the most opposed to warrior associations of all the legions.

"Keep talking."

After glaring at Quinn, Fugrim gestured for the caught-in-the-middle Chancellor Collins to continue.

"But after Byzantium experienced a devastating nuclear war, with the southern continent completely reduced to radiation wasteland and the western continent controlled by a puppet regime, the then governor took measures to suppress such secret societies, and everything became peaceful."

“Even now—several hereditary governors have passed, and the current governor is old. His reputation can no longer control the many nobles under his command. It is very likely that many nobles are using the name of [Sabazius] to carry out underground society activities.”

"Okay, Mr. Collins. Thank you for your answer."

Fugrim frowned and rubbed his forehead.

The information provided by Chancellor Collins was of little use.

Under the pressure of the human empire brought by Vorgrim, it is only natural that nobles who fear being stripped of their power would take desperate measures.

But this is the first time that Casca has truly disappeared without leaving any clues.

What should we do next?

Is she really just waiting for new information from Casca?

"That Lord Ziting Phoenix?"

"Call me Fugrim."

"Very well, Lord Fugrim, what do you think of our planned procession for Byzantium's return to the Empire of Man?"

"Let's proceed as planned."

Fugrim sighed and stood up.

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Chapter 73 The Byzantine Parade

The best way to dispel public suspicion is to engage with them.

During his time on Chemos, Fugrim learned a great deal about diplomatic philosophy.

Whenever she went to a fortress, the first thing she faced was the fear of the locals.

Fear of the unfamiliar, fear of change.

The best way to eliminate it is to face it personally.

Wearing Primarch-level purple-gold power armor, Fugrim waved to the countless curious onlookers.

The capital of Byzantium is a beautiful place.

It may not be very wealthy, but it still retains the marks of its glorious past.

In the distance, rows of houses stand side by side.

Lush greenery climbed over the brick walls of the residents' houses, and the shops along the road exuded the fresh scent of dried herbs. On the other side was a fur shop filled with animal pelts, and the shop owner sat leisurely in a recliner in front of the door, rocking back and forth.

The stone path is not wide, but walking on it complements the surrounding scenery.

Leisure and comfort.

"Lord Collins!"

The elderly shopkeeper seemed to recognize Chancellor Collins standing next to Fugrim and stepped forward with a smile to shake his hand.

It seems that compared to the high-ranking governor, this prime minister named Collins held a much higher position in the hearts of the Byzantines.

The glory of humanity's golden age still remains here.

At that time, Byzantium was mostly perceived as a beautiful garden world.

“I must admit, Prime Minister, that the Byzantines are far more fortunate than those of my home planet.”

Fugrim couldn't help but sigh.

"But even Chemos, who is on the verge of death, will, under our guidance, break free from the age of ignorance and folly and set sail towards the great sea of ​​stars."

“And I believe the Byzantines could do it too.”

Surrounded by countless curious onlookers, Fugrim, accompanied by several of the Emperor's sons, stepped onto the high platform at the end of the street.

The spot where their landing craft docked was also the best viewpoint in the entire capital city.

In front of the harbor surrounded by crescent-shaped land in the distance, fishermen cultivating algae are navigating their small boats, becoming distant starlight.

She stretched out her right hand and waved it into the distance.

"At that time, Byzantines will prosper as much as Chemos, for a very long time to come!"

The crowd behind him erupted in thunderous cheers for Fugrim's promise.

A powerful and beautiful princess from among the stars.

Its unparalleled charm alone is enough to captivate the entire world.

What's more, she also wants to transform Byzantium, which has fallen into despair and decline, back into the paradise that people are talking about!

Feeling the thunderous congratulations from the mortals, Fugrim smiled.

Compared to conquerors like Horus or Lemanrus, Fugrim preferred to see himself as a liberator.

Just then, a scream caught her attention.

It was the emperor's son, Thelma, who followed her.

He accidentally tripped a child who was standing too close to the ground. The child, perhaps seeing such a tall and strange human and armor for the first time, wanted to reach out and touch it.

"Don't!"

Seeing that Thelma was still walking towards the fallen child, Chancellor Collins was eager to step forward and stop her.

But it was too late.

Telma took off her helmet and lifted the little girl who had collapsed to the ground in fright.

As a Chemos, his background and appearance were anything but ordinary. His face, scarred with both old and new marks of war, looked particularly terrifying.

He looked at the other person with that fierce face.

Then he laughed.

"You really should be more careful, child."

Telma's actions seemed to frighten the onlookers, and his fierce face, even when he smiled, still exuded a terrifying aura.

"Telma, you should really think about your appearance before showing any goodwill."

Fugrim took the still trembling child from the embarrassed Thalm.

She lifted the girl high above her shoulder and gave the girl's anxious mother a kind smile.

Compared to the fierce-looking Telma, the girl was naturally not afraid of a beautiful goddess with a perfect face.

She sat on Fugrim's shoulder armor, clapping her hands and giggling.

“Look at them, sons of emperors.”

“We are the highest, and they are the lowest. Your duty is to lift them up, as high as they can reach. To be even slightly lower would be beneath your dignity.”

This is the consistent principle of the Sons of the Emperor Legion.

While ruling through fear may be simple and efficient, it will ultimately lead to a cycle of resistance and eventual overthrow.

Fear can be overthrown, but love cannot. It rises and falls, but never truly disappears.

Just like the constellation Centaurus in the sky.

“Lessons from Chemos.”

Fugrim handed the child back to her tearful mother and smiled as she looked at the silent Chancellor Collins.

"And I believe that after surrendering, Byzantine will also join us in the great interstellar expedition!"

The cheers from the crowd were endless.

Princess Star won the favor of all the Byzantines present with her great affability.

Chancellor Collins does not appear to be one of them.

"But, sir."

"What exactly do you mean by this expedition—?"