28-1, Byzas
As Fulgrim's words fell, Kasgar Sherlock stepped forward with obvious reluctance.
Unlike the murex-purple power armor worn by the other warriors, Kasgar was dressed only in an especially sharp formal suit, one that complemented his handsome features perfectly.
"And Kasgar will serve as my personal male pet."
"At the same time, he will be the blade concealed among them, secretly aiding us in securing control over World 28-1."
"He has no objections to this arrangement."
"Fulgrim, I actually have strong objections—"
"Hmm?"
"Kasgar, what should you call me?"
Smiling, Fulgrim gently lifted his chin with one hand.
"Lady Fulgrim."
"Y-you're right. I have no objections."
"I'm willing."
"Good boy."
She gently stroked Kasgar's cheek.
"However, you still have much to learn."
"Of course, all of this is for a more convincing disguise, isn't it?"
"Y-yes, Lady Fulgrim."
"No, no, no, no, Kasgar."
A flush rose to her face, and her voice gradually lowered.
Her vivid purple eyes narrowed as she paid no heed to the other Sons of the Emperor still present.
"As my personal male pet, you should call me—"
"Master."
Wow.
What a sickeningly lovey-dovey couple.
And they're my parents. This is so embarrassing.
Apothecary Melusine helplessly covered her eyes with one hand, doing her best to turn her head away and avoid watching the pair's strange performance before everyone.
Ordinarily, while Fulgrim did have a somewhat excessive flair for theatrics—
she would never behave so inappropriately during a serious occasion such as a Legion discussion of their next course of action.
"Enough."
Perhaps realizing that her conduct was somewhat improper, Fulgrim stopped teasing Kasgar.
After all, he was still the Chief Lord Commander of the Sons of the Emperor. No matter what, she had to give him some face.
She seemed to have gotten a