Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 28 Number Twenty-One

As new recruits of the Third Legion, Kasgar and Lucius were naturally required to undergo Space Marine conversion training.

However, since the Emperor's Son is currently in dire need of rebuilding, the gene seeds necessary for the modification must be extracted from the blood of the Fugrim and slowly cultivated.

Given the current extreme shortage of genetic seeds, the recruits' modification surgeries can only be performed one by one by drawing lots.

And clearly, Lucius reaped this unexpected reward.

"Great!"

"Casca, you'd better get ready to eat cookies every day from now on, hahaha!"

Excitedly, she skipped and hopped outside to follow the pharmacist, Meluxin.

"Wait a moment!"

"Pharmacist, may I ask how long the waiting list is for my modification surgery?"

Seeing this, Casca quickly called out to the other party.

"you?"

She looked Casca up and down: "Your case is special; most of the modification surgeries aren't performed here."

"what?"

Although she does look very much like a mad doctor, she might one day earn the title of "Legendary Modifier King" in Warhammer.

But as the Emperor's chief pharmacist, her skills are absolutely impeccable.

If Casca didn't have his modification surgery done by her, who else would it be?

"You'll know when you get to Holy Terra."

Melusin didn't reveal much, only saying this before closing the door and leaving with Lucius.

After Lucius left, only Aqua and Kaska remained in the room.

"Did I say something a little too harsh just now?"

Suddenly, after sheathing her sword again, Aqua asked somewhat awkwardly.

Her gaze was no longer as cold as before, but filled with gentle apology.

"I'm sorry, I'm not very good at controlling my expressions and words during battles."

"Whenever we win, I always have a habit of saying some inappropriate sarcastic remarks. If this hurts you, I'm really sorry."

"nothing."

Casca responded with a laugh.

"What you said does make some sense."

"Forgrim has indeed wasted too much time on me."

She is a genetic prototype who strives for perfection in everything.

But even with superhuman abilities and willpower, she still has her vulnerable side.

“I can feel that the burden on her shoulders has become increasingly heavy since she regained her memories and joined the Great Expedition.”

As the Primarch, she must devote herself wholeheartedly to the Great Crusade.

As a role model, she must lead by example and strive for perfection in every word and deed.

As the leader of the Third Legion, she could not allow the fallen warriors who had been given the double-headed eagle emblem to be tarnished.

Even as his wife, Casca, she had to bury all this pressure deep inside, only showing her lover her brightest smile and happiness.

She cannot disappoint the Emperor/his offspring/the deceased hero/Casca.

She can't let everyone down.

She has to be perfect.

Kasga could sense the immense psychological pressure lurking beneath the lively exterior of the Purple Phoenix.

"I must help her share some of the burden."

"Otherwise, she might be crushed by this in the future."

Kasgar sighed deeply, his training sword still swinging incessantly.

"But tell me, what can I do for her?"

He smiled bitterly.

"Is that why your sword looks so hasty?"

"Yes."

"How could I not know the principle that haste makes waste? But we are about to face too many difficulties and the enemies we need to defeat are too strong."

"If I don't try a little harder, the darkest ending awaits us in the future."

"I see."

Aqua nodded approvingly.

"Since you have the determination and fighting spirit to persevere, I will naturally not hold back in terms of swordsmanship."

"Then I would appreciate your guidance."

Casca nodded in response.

He felt that their relationship had grown much closer.

Then he watched as the other person picked up the cookie tray and walked toward him.

"How about we have a cookie first?"

"Trust me, it's really delicious."

The true intentions have been revealed. "Respected Lady Aqua, I appreciate your instruction in swordsmanship. But in this matter, please allow me to decline."

"You really don't want to eat?"

"--No."

Casca's eyes were firm, and his expression was serious.

He was like a righteous hero, or a brave warrior ready to die a heroic death.

"Hmph, fine, I don't want to eat it then."

Aqua Duna angrily packed up the tray.

He then picked up a training sword from the side and resumed his fighting stance.

"In that case, are you ready, Casgar?"

"Now, it's time for your guidance."

She emphasized those two words.

"hiss--"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!"

Aqua Duna is indeed a highly talented swordsmanship instructor.

If it weren't for an overconfidence in his own culinary skills.

The depth of his swordsmanship skills was such that even Primarchs like Fugrim, who were skilled with swords, would be ashamed of themselves.

But at the same time...
The cookies she made were so tough that even the notoriously resilient Twilight Raiders couldn't easily withstand them.

Aqua gave him two choices.

To eat, or not to eat.

It seems that the ending always leads to death.

But even with his life in danger, Casgar chose to withstand the onslaught of attacks from his opponent.

Feeling helpless as he looked at the numerous bruises all over his body.

It was said to be to train his ability to withstand blows, but he had no doubt that there was definitely a lot of retaliation involved.

"You didn't make someone angry on the very first day, did you?"

As Fugrim applied white ointment to his back, he asked jokingly.

In the past, when Fugrim instructed him, she always used the "sword of mutual affection." Even in actual combat, she only touched the target briefly.

Seeing Casca beaten up like this, she felt sorry for him, but also quite schadenfreude.

"Ouch—it still hurts so much."

"No. But by the way, Fugrim."

When is my Space Marine modification surgery scheduled?

"Yours?"

Fugrim leaned closer and whispered something into Kasgar's ear.

"The Emperor has said that your modification surgery will be partially customized by him personally."

"what?"

Emperor's Fantasy.

He connected with the psychic communication of that old acquaintance.

"Old friend."

"Number Three has successfully returned to the Empire, and we are now returning to Holy Terra."

How did He perform?

"It far exceeded my expectations."

As he spoke, a smile couldn't be contained from the corners of his mouth.

"I have to admit that there was some merit to your suggestion."

[Are you saying that among these troublemakers, some women are indeed needed to prevent domestic conflicts?]

Ha, I remember you didn't approve back then.

"I don't deny that."

He admitted.

"And this trip also had an unexpected bonus."

Unexpected, but still within the plan.

"A new member is about to join our family."

【oh? 】

"He's a very interesting guy."

He looked up at the colorful, dazzling lights outside the Gellert Field.

A hint of nostalgia flickered in his eyes.

"And later, we might call him—"

"[Number 21]".

　Alfa Romeo and Omega both use the number 20.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)