Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

Smiling.

The lion smiled, still with that friendly and amiable smile.

This startled Luther.

"Lord Ryan, what are your orders?"

"Order? Ah. No, no, no, we don't need to use such cold words as 'order' to communicate with each other."

After much internal deliberation, the lion finally decided to go all out!

In order to become the most suitable candidate for war commander in everyone's eyes, the Lion King decided to learn from Horus!

It's just about opening up to your closest people!

Is this something that is very difficult for a lion to do?

"We. I—"

"I"

I can't bring myself to say it.

For some reason, even though he was about to say those words, Ryan just couldn't utter a single one.

He simply kept opening his mouth and then silently closing it, without uttering a single effective word!

"I..."

The lion's voice grew softer and softer, from its initial boastful pronouncements to its current silence.

Social phobia, also known as social anxiety disorder (SAD), is a subtype of neurosis characterized by excessive and irrational fear of a certain objective thing or situation.

Studies have found that it may be related to genetics and has a familial tendency.

(Excerpt from Baidu Encyclopedia)

Perhaps in the thirtieth millennium, human medicine will have made tremendous progress.

But no matter how much we evolve, it seems there's no cure for social anxiety.

There's really no cure.

For a male lion, social anxiety is his most prominent inherited trait as the eldest son of the emperor—he is socially anxious.

speechless.

Originally, he had planned to give a long speech like Horus, talking about all sorts of things, and to build on the bond he had formed with Luther in Caliban, so that everyone else would understand that the lion was not actually ignorant of human nature.

In my opinion, the Lion is the most suitable candidate to be the War Master, and he is fully capable of achieving the same level as Horus.

As for Luther, he was just a minor experiment!

If only I could cultivate a good relationship with the Emperor like Horus did.

If I could do that.

Can't do it.

Even though she was blushing, she couldn't bring herself to say anything about wanting to get closer to Luther.

"I"

“How about we walk down the hallway and talk? Luther, I have something I want to discuss with you.”

"Yes, as ordered."

Seeing this, Luther could only nod slightly.

He knew the extent of the trouble he had caused in the recent battle.

His momentary lapse in judgment forced him to pay a heavy price.

Following in the lion king's footsteps, his heart was filled with trepidation.

"Ahem, have you ever heard of a play called 'The Centaur Gold Ring'?"

Arriving at the massive corridor leading to the bridge of the Invincible Rational, in this wide corridor that could allow twenty Astartes warriors to pass side by side, Ryan suddenly spoke to Luther out of the blue.

As for the view outside the window on the other side of the corridor, those are colors from beyond the starry sky.

"Drama? Sir, I know nothing about drama."

As an upright knight, his daily work is to maintain the normal operation of the knightly order, while constantly maintaining his own combat training without any slackening.

He wouldn't have the energy or the inclination to watch plays or anything like that.

That's a very strange question.

After all, it's not just Luther; the entire Dark Angels Legion is unlikely to have this hobby, as it's not part of Caliban culture.

“Luther, you don’t really need to say that. Our relationship isn’t that cold.”

"Didn't we decide to fight side by side back when we were in Caliban's Order of Order?"

"How did we kill those powerful behemoths, unite all the knightly orders, and ultimately eliminate the threat of all the behemoths?"

Hearing his mentor, who had once guided the lion through countless trials, now so cautious and timid in his presence, Ryan said with a touch of helplessness.

They addressed each other as "Your Excellency" and "Yes, sir," as if a pitiful, thick barrier separated them.

wrong!

Ryan seemed to have finally realized something was wrong!

As a guy with almost zero social skills, the Lion King never even considered Luther's thoughts.

This was something he had never considered when making his decision before.

So, people do have feelings after all!

Will Luther feel bad about being a half-modified Astartes?

I haven't considered this issue.

Will he find it strange that his relationship with Ryan has taken such a dramatic turn?

I haven't considered this issue.

It seems he had never thought about these situations before!

The Lion King thought somewhat awkwardly.

"Luther, I wonder if you would be willing."

"But I think this is a great opportunity for us to get to know each other."

“My Grand Master has a great suggestion: the Phoenix Theatre is the finest hall in the Forgrim and the Emperor’s Sons. If you’re interested, we can go there together to watch the play ‘The Centaur Ring.’”

Although the Lion's social anxiety was even more severe than Old Man Huang's, his yearning for a better life still led him to invite Luther and the other dark angels to go and see for themselves.

"what do you say?"

"Luther?"

Seeing that there was no response for a long time, Ryan looked behind him.

Those were the other person's terrified eyes.

Luther: ".?"

He was sweating a little.

What did he just hear?

Is this something Lane Aljonson would say?

Was the person who just spoke to him Ryan?

No.!

Absolutely impossible!

He is not Ryan; some unknown entity is impersonating Ryan!

"Don't come any closer!"

He cried out in terror.

In that instant, he drew his power sword from his waist, his eyes filled with extreme distrust as he looked at the other person.

"Demon! You're not Ryan, who are you?"

“Luther, how could I not be—”

"Shut up, you devil! I know you disguised yourself as a lion to lure me—though I don't know why you chose to become him, your disguise can't fool me!"

“Ryan would absolutely, absolutely not say such a thing!”

If I had to describe it, it was like the look of extreme terror in Koz's eyes when he saw Casca on the ship.

Their eyes looked like they'd seen a ghost.

Seeing that the other party did not come forward, he immediately reached for the communication device next to his ear with his free left hand.

[Calling Dark Angels communication channel. Emergency. All Dark Angels think tank members, please connect to the communication channel.]

[To reiterate, this is an emergency!!!]

"Brother Luther, I—"

Ryan wanted to get closer to the other person.

But Luther ran off as fast as he could.

"Quickly, Zaharie!"

"Something's wrong with the lion! Quickly call the think tank!!!"

"Sir, what's wrong?"

To prevent causing too much unnecessary commotion, even Luther, who was in a state of panic, only called on the Legion's internal think tank members.

Israfiel, Zaharil, and countless others surrounded the lion, scrutinizing it with strange looks.

There is no chaotic pollution.

Legion Think Tank concluded.

As the First Legion that possesses the most secrets, and also the First Legion that ravaged their home planet Caliban during the Chaos Wars, their understanding of Chaos far surpasses that of other Legions.

As for whether the Primarch was attacked by this unknown subspace entity, they certainly were.

Wait, nothing?

"I don't know what you mean, Dark Angels."

The lion paced back and forth among the uneasy think tank members, saying, “I don’t think inviting Luther, my longtime foster father and best brother, to the Phoenix Grand Theatre is something I would never do.”

Think tank: "."

Is there even one thing in that statement that a lion would do?

For the entire think tank team, what they were seeing was truly horrifying.

That's terrifying, it's like Horus.

Maybe you should just act normal.

"So what? Dark angels, even you don't believe me?"

“Even you don’t believe that I, Ryan Aljonson, would decide to go to the Phoenix Theatre to see a play just because I’m thinking about my past relationship with Luther?!”

Well.

The think tank members looked at each other and exchanged glances.

Okay, kids.

This is not funny.

"What!?"

"The Lion King is coming!?"

Casca, who was hunched over his desk dealing with numerous matters concerning the upcoming joint expeditionary fleet, gently put down his pen.

Did they ask him what he was there for?