Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

"why?"

"Why can you incite all the workers to riot for you?"

"Why can you access surveillance footage and control all the machinery in the fortress at will?"

With the tide turned against them, Herod, surrounded by enemies, faced Fugrim in the center of the stage, filled with fear and confusion.

Could it be that the legendary gods were secretly assisting?

"That's right!"

"She is our goddess, Fugrim!!!"

The workers who filled the field celebrated this from the bottom of their hearts.

In their eyes, Fugrim is the undisputed savior!

"No, my friend."

She smiled and bowed to the crowd: "I am not a god, it's just that everyone seems to have forgotten about my assistant."

"Eh?"

Kasgar, who was operating various machines on top of the fortress, felt the platform he was on descend into the arena.

Why is this?

There was never any mention of such a play in the pre-arranged program.

Amidst the astonished gazes of countless people, Casca, accompanied by the platform beneath its feet, landed in the center of the square.

"It's Casca! I recognize his face!"

"So it was thanks to his help."

Fugrim stepped forward to meet him.

"Brothers and sisters, there has never been any god in this world, and there is no need to rely on a savior."

She bent down and raised Casca's right hand.

"Power comes from the hands of each and every one of us!"

"As long as we have the will to fight, we will all regain our freedom!"

"it is good!"

"well said!"

"Sister Fugen is the best!"

The support from the people was overwhelming, and the applause was deafening.

Amidst everyone's praise, Fugrim turned her head to look at Kasgar with affection.

"Casca, I wonder if you still remember the promise I made back then."

"Last time, it was ruined by those self-proclaimed noble fools; but this time, I won't let you escape so easily."

In front of everyone, she knelt down on one knee and held up the exquisite silver box in her hand.

The gold ring in the box is engraved with a lifelike depiction of Centaurus.

It is more exquisite and more eye-catching than the one made by Casca.

"Casca, would you be willing to join me as a guide for Chemos?"

!

The unexpected performance instantly captured everyone's attention.

“Wu——!”

"Promise her! Promise her!"

The cheers were thunderous, and the shouts were full of blessings.

".Um."

Faced with this situation, Casca smiled shyly, reached out his hand, and nodded.

"Firecrackers and drums celebrate the birth of this newlywed couple!"

As the eldest son of the Sherlock family, Herold slumped in the excited crowd, having lost all his strength.

It shouldn't be like this.

The previous negotiations between the two parties went very smoothly, and Fugrim himself was very willing to be a member of the nobility and lead the future Chemos together with him.

Can--!

But just when he was about to succeed, for some reason, Fugrim suddenly changed his personality and gave up his noble status to choose to get together with that damned bastard from outer space, Kaska!

The person I was supposed to marry was him!

It could only be him!

During those days, he felt himself being controlled by a lucid and insane hatred.

Even though so much time has passed, he seems to remember the purple aura of jealousy vividly.

Unfortunately, in order to prevent the precious jade from being tarnished, Herod had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.

Even the revocation of previously improved worker benefits was due to his own vengeful nature.

"Don't panic, Master."

"Look, I got this."

But it seems that his loyal servants, who had always been by his side, did not give up.

Raul handed over a bundle of hot melted metal, which he had somehow acquired.

"This bomb can send them all into the sky."

Raul chuckled, his expression lewd.

Chapter 11: The play ends, but the story continues.

"A bomb, a thermal meltdown?!"

Herold looked around. His first thought was no longer why Raul was able to get the bomb, or why it suddenly ended up in his hands at this time.

These minor details are insignificant.

All he wants now is to see the damned Casca reduced to nothingness!

And this bomb is the only way to take them down with it!

"it is good!"

His eyes were sinister and lewd, and his plans were reckless and malicious.

A purple glow flickered, and Herod's eyes were filled with the madness fueled by jealousy.

At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the stage, and no one cared about the filth they had just committed.

Perfect timing!

Pushing through the crowd, Herold charged forward; reaching the front of the stage, he instantly pulled out the lever in his hand!

"Varied--"

In that very instant, while basking in the envy of everyone, Fugrim realized that Herod was making a last-ditch effort.

She wanted to stop it.

Unfortunately, it was too late to fix the problem.

Even though she was not afraid, there was no way she could escape from the workers and Casca beside her.

In the critical moment, she used all her speed, turned her back to the explosives, and embraced Casca beside her.

The once noisy world fell silent at this moment.

Bang.

The explosion resounded in the center of the square, which was packed with people.

The bomb exploded as expected.

At such close range, even with the Primarch's protection, Casgar could not escape his inevitable death.

Will it?

Will this soon-to-be-married couple, before they can even take flight, be separated again?

Will Fugrim be left only atop the Tower of Chemos, feasting on eternal solitude?

Will it happen again?

Only the deepest and most painful tragedies can leave a lasting impression and be etched in one's memory.

--Do not!

The story will not end so hastily!

Although the bomb had detonated, apart from a few gasps behind her, she did not feel the expected shockwave.

Could it be that——?

Looking back, there was no explosion at all.

The cannons roared and colorful ribbons sprayed everywhere!

Colorful ribbons fluttered down, adorning their formal attire.

Countless shimmering ribbons, along with the excitement of surviving the ordeal, instantly filled the upper level of the fortress.

"This is impossible!"

And there was Herod, standing there blankly in the middle of the field, watching the fireworks bloom in his hands.

"Hahahahahaha!"

After a moment of silence, people burst into laughter, mocking the dejected clown.

It turns out that all of this was a scheme by Fugrim and Kasgar!

Let this despicable and selfish nobleman add to the symphony with his salute!

It's not just killing someone, it destroys their spirit; what humiliation could be more profound and piercing to the bone?

Looking at the two people tightly embracing in the arena, and the ashen-faced destroyer, the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers once again!

"it is good!"

"Under the leadership of Fugrim and Kasgar, we will all be redeemed!"

But when no one was paying attention, Raul, who had been standing next to Herold, vanished without a trace.

"Um!"

Kasgar struggled to break free from the chest of the still-dazed Fugrim.

If he hadn't died in the explosion but had suffocated here, it would have been an absurd and hilarious spectacle.

Is this your plan?

"Use a fake bomb to lure Herold, then let his revenge turn into a joke, making his vengeance a clown's act?"

"Forgrim asked incredulously."

Even in her self-proclaimed perfect plan, she never imagined that such a twist could be added as a grand finale to push the atmosphere to a climax.

It seems that Casca has brought far more surprises than she imagined.

"I do not know."

Casca was equally confused.

He never had the ability to deceive anyone, let alone, make a perfect replica of a cannon with molten metal explosives when resources were scarce.

At that moment, all he could feel was a foreign object in his hand.

—It was a crumpled clown mask, which had somehow appeared in his hand.