Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim.

Chapter 9 of the drama begins as expected.

Drama, what an ancient and unfamiliar word.

As a nobleman, Herod did indeed have a slight interest in this way of enjoying life that had been lost to the ancient and wealthy era.

In legend, when people could eat food made from meat and vegetables every day...

In their leisure time, they would gather together in a magnificent hall with countless marble carvings to watch stories from ancient legends performed by clever and witty actors.

He would like theater.

But definitely not when a knife is held to your own throat.

"You have no right to refuse."

Perhaps sensing his resistance, Fugrim gripped the hilt of his sword again and said calmly.

Instantly, Herod felt a cool sensation on his face.

Instinctively, he touched his face with trembling hands.

is blood.

In that instant, his opponent precisely slashed his skin with his sword before sheathing it.

He couldn't even see his opponent's movements clearly.

force.

A kind of pure, primal display of ostentation and threat.

Herod couldn't help but swallow.

"Okay, I'll go."

"Boss, that guy Fugrim is so nice! Not only did he not cause us any trouble, he even invited us to see a play!"

"A play! I've never seen one in my life—"

"Shut up, you noisy idiot!"

Following behind Fugrim, Herod muttered curses under his breath for his brainless follower.

After he had no choice but to agree to the other party's request, Fugrim strolled casually along the upper streets of the fortress.

"Forgrim, where are you taking us?"

"As far as I know, there is no theater inside Carax Fortress."

Even if they existed in the past, they were demolished and destroyed countless years ago.

"Forgrim?"

She simply walked ahead in silence, offering no answer to Herod's question.

Until my footsteps landed in the center of the widest upper plaza and I stood still.

There were quite a few people in the square.

Even not far away, one could see members of other noble families waiting there.

"We're not going anywhere."

“The whole of Carax is our theater.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the electric lights that had illuminated the upper fortress for countless years went out instantly.

Silence enveloped everything.

"Turn off the lights and open ventilation panels 29-13."

【receive】

[The sound array system has been adjusted and is outputting according to instructions.]

[All existing projection equipment in the factory has been connected]

[Projecting]

Standing in the main control room inside the fortress, Casca rubbed his temples as he adjusted countless fortress equipment buttons.

Currently, his combat ability is not much higher than that of an ordinary person.

If we send him down to organize an uprising with Fugrim, it might actually hinder him.

Therefore, after entering Karax through the secret passage, they split into two groups as planned. He would operate the fortress's mechanical systems to assist Vograim in his propaganda campaign.

He had previously suggested to Fugrim that they take a simpler and faster approach to suppressing the fortress.

But the other party flatly rejected him.

"No. It shouldn't be that simple."

"This is not just a battle for us to retake the fortress, but also the starting point for our magnificent conquest of this planet and this universe."

"Only the most magnificent and epic opening can match it."

"And in the future, all scholars, historians, playwrights, or simply viewers who read this history will be captivated and captivated by it."

Her reply was very much in her style.

But things weren't so good for Casgar.

According to Fugrim's plan, she would use a play to awaken the ideals and dreams in the hearts of everyone in the Carax.

Casca, on the other hand, was promoted to the position of stage manager behind the scenes in the theater.

Although he wasn't exactly a mechanical expert, during the month he spent learning from Fugrim, he was still able to operate the machines according to instructions.

[Battle C-1 is about to begin]

Darkness. Everything returns to darkness.

"what happened?"

Is there a problem with the power supply system?

"Run! Or are you waiting for that woman to chop your head off?!"

Beneath the dimly lit square, the numerous nobles gathered there were constantly agitated.

But in the next instant, their hope of escape immediately turned into despair.

Boom!
The heavy isolation wall fell down, completely blocking all the passageways around the square.

"Damn it, what trick is she playing???"

"Are you not going to kill us so that you can better humiliate the nobles?!"

Herold angrily pounded on the isolation wall.

Even if the other party doesn't move an inch.

At this moment, it is not only the upper fortress that is plunged into darkness.

The lower-level factories of Carax were also shrouded in darkness.

"Damn it, the power's out!"

"It's over, we're definitely not going to meet our quota now."

"Why now of all times?"

Amidst the commotion in the factory, a projection screen slowly descended, almost unnoticed by everyone.

"Brothers and sisters, come and see what this is!"

As soon as the words were spoken, just like before the start of a movie, the entire factory fell silent, with only a few whispers still echoing in the empty darkness.

what is this?
A giant tapestry hanging in the sky?
Wait, there's color on the tapestry!
With several exclamations of surprise, it lit up and came to life!
Everything became clear!

color!

The colors on the tapestry blend together like those in the real world!

A beam of light suddenly appeared on the originally pitch-black tapestry, adorned with a graceful figure.

"It's Sister Fugen!!!"

"This is something Sister Fugen taught us, it's called the screen!"

A child's voice, brimming with pride, emerged from among the workers.

Since Herold came to power, child laborers have returned to Carax.

But perhaps it is precisely these children, whose childhoods are imbued with color, who are able to recognize the form of ideals and dreams.

"Fugan? She didn't murder the head of the Sherlock family to become a nobleman, nor did she want to seize power and control the entire Karak—"

"You're talking nonsense! Sister Fugen is a good person!"

Before the man could finish speaking, the child angrily retorted.

"Child, forget about that fool. Tell us quickly, what is Fugrim doing?"

Why did she suddenly leave us all, and why did she return at this time?
"I don't know either."

The child hesitated for a moment.

“But Sister Fugen promised us before she left that she would put on a play for us.”

"In dramas, we can hear the most beautiful and interesting stories."

Da da.

Her steps were slow and clear.

Bathed in the sole beam of light, Fugrim slowly walked to the front of the stage.

At some point, she took off her aristocratic robes and put on the simple clothes that workers often wore.

Facing the nobles before her and the countless workers waiting behind the screens, she spoke slowly.

"Brothers and sisters, the story I am telling here is not an epic of heroes; just as everything originates from the past."

A clear, melodious voice, like that of a lark, rang out, accompanying the music she had composed herself.

"The sky was still clear then, with endless stars twinkling in the night sky; merchant ships coming and going from Chemos were like pearls on a silver platter."

Countless material possessions and riches will be collected at that time; Chemos was once such a paradise.

Her intonation was incredibly gentle; her words, both ornate and concise, captivated even her uneasy enemy, Herod.

"The people of that time jointly elected several managers; under their oaths and promises, Chemos will be rich forever."

"Can--"

Fugrim's tone shifted. A palpable sadness enveloped everyone's hearts.

"The universe is so cruel: before anyone can even enjoy it, a raging storm suddenly fills the entire sky."

"If you look up again, the brilliant Milky Way is gone; now the sky is only filled with surging yellow sand and endless nothingness."

But the Chemos people did not give up.

"Managers and workers eat and live together, and everyone is united in facing difficulties and obstacles together."

"No matter what difficulties we face in the future, we will overcome them hand in hand!"

(End of this chapter)