"No!"
"You absolutely cannot go!"
Fulgrim stood before the door, arms spread wide to stop Kasgar from leaving the room.
The door was made of luxurious wood wrapped in intricate gold filigree, giving off a faint fragrance of incense.
The entire residence had been decorated according to Fulgrim's wishes, adorned with gilded patterns and dark purple silk curtains.
These complemented the elaborately carved colored marble walls, further embellished with stained-glass mosaic murals, befitting her noble status as the Purple Court Golden Phoenix.
The Primarchs' residences on Terra had always been extraordinary, and Fulgrim, who prized perfection, was the greatest among them.
As the female Primarch's spouse, Kasgar had likewise been fortunate enough to enjoy this lavish honor.
"Our Pride of the Emperor Expeditionary Fleet is about to set sail. Why do you insist on going to the Iron Hands?"
By now, Fulgrim had cast aside the elegant facade she once wore before others.
She bared her fangs and claws at Kasgar, looking ready to devour him.
She had already removed her power armor and changed into a form-fitting dark purple nightgown.
The garment was stretched into a lofty curve by her figure.
"Anyway! I'm your Primarch, and I won't allow it!"
She did not understand.
Why had Kasgar chosen to agree to the request of the Iron Hands' Primarch, Phyrus Malus?
When she—when she was clearly his Centaurus.
Yes, Kasgar had agreed to Primarch Philus's request.
Before long, he would accompany the Second Company, where Aqua served, to the Iron Hands Expeditionary Fleet for exchange and study.
This had nothing to do with Philus.
The main reason was to save the Sons of the Emperor's Second Captain, Sword Saint Aqua Duna.
In the future Gardinar Campaign of the Iron Hands, he would perish alongside the enemy's Orbital Weapon.
After Aqua