Role-Playing Enthusiast (Part 1)

"Lord Fulgrim, may I ask you a question?"

Prime Minister Collins, walking at the head of the Governor's Mansion, asked a question to Fulgrim, who was walking slowly behind him.

The Governor's personal residence was not as dilapidated as the stone platform he had encountered before.

As the only legitimate government currently existing on the planet Byzas, and also the center of power across the entire continent, its interior decoration is extremely lavish.

Marble statues are neatly arranged on both sides of the corridor, and the gilded roof is decorated with dazzling patterns by the planet's greatest artists.

Stained glass windows inlaid with jewels depicted epic scenes that were difficult to see clearly, while Adamantium boots pounded on the greyish-white stone floor, the dull thuds echoing throughout the towering and spacious mansion.

"Oh?"

"And who is this person next to you?"

He pointed somewhat awkwardly to Kasgar, who was standing next to Fulgrim.

The latter is equally awkward.

"Him,"

Fulgrim grinned maliciously. "His name is Kasgar, and he's my favorite... well, little dog Hook."

Her icy hand brushed across his neck.

"And the answer?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good dog, hook up."

She gently and lovingly ruffled his hair.

Abdelon watched this scene from behind, thankful that he was still wearing a helmet.

It's hard to hold back.

It's so hard to hold back.

Looking at Kasgar, who had taken the position of Chief Lord Commander from him through trickery, Abdelon felt a surge of vengeful pleasure.

Great! Excellent!

Kasgar, that arrogant brat, should have been disciplined long ago!

Perhaps feeling a little awkward seeing the court Prime Minister before him, Fulgrim turned to look at him.

"If he has any objections, I can have him come to our residence and wait."

"If you like."

"Many nobles will be attending the banquet, and they will not object to your personal hobbies, sir."

Hundreds of light-colored plates were laid out on a long, dark wooden table, filled with local Byzas fish, some kind of lizard meat, and fruits and vegetables.

The nobles of Byzas, as hosts to welcome Fulgrim, prepared a sumptuous meal for her and the accompanying Diplomatic Mission.

While not as luxurious as the delicacies enjoyed on Terra, it was still quite abundant for a civilization in decline.

During the meal, Byzas dancers came forward to perform unique local dances. Together with the waiters moving about the room, they created a lively and festive atmosphere.

Abdelon stood before the enormous stained-glass window, seemingly resting with his eyes closed; while the belligerent Sons of the Emperor, despite being forbidden from dueling by Fulgrim, continued to flaunt his martial prowess with the local nobles.

Melusine seemed to have said not long ago that she wanted to investigate something, and then she disappeared without a trace.

As for Fulgrim

"Feed me."

Looking at Kasgar's helpless face, she secretly delighted and instructed him to put the grapes into her mouth.

"Don't use your hands, I want you to put your mouth to my mouth."

"Obedient."

Gurgle.

It's red-temperature!

Fulgrim's smug and domineering attitude made him grit his teeth in annoyance.

Calm.

Kasgar, calm down.

This is all an act, designed to lower the other party's guard and allow them to uncover the hidden forces hindering the Byzas.

Yes, it's just acting, there's no need to feel embarrassed.

Yes!

Kasgar's eyes immediately became much clearer.

This is all an act.

It's acting!

Why feel embarrassed?

Kasgar believed in a very obvious truth.

As long as I'm not embarrassed, then it's others who are embarrassed.

Why was he constantly teased by Fulgrim before?

Because he was the only one who felt embarrassed and shy, Fulgrim would take advantage of the situation and launch an "attack" on him.

As long as Kasgar isn't embarrassed, then it's Fulgrim who should be embarrassed!

"Everyone!"

Kasgar stood up and addressed the crowd.

All eyes turned to him in an instant, looking at this unexpected guest with suspicion.

"Please allow me to explain the origin of this small [Centaur gold ring] that connects us."

As he spoke, Kasgar revealed the antique gold ring he wore on his right hand.

Previously, it was always Fulgrim who was showing off everywhere, but now it's Kasgar's turn to show off his [Centaur gold ring].

Perhaps intimidated by Kasgar's powerful aura, no one present dared to step forward and stop his boastful behavior.

"Thirty years. Thirty wonderful years I spent with Miss Fulgrim on Chemos."

It's almost a direct paraphrase of Fulgrim's words, but Kasgar cleverly reversed the order of importance.

"And so, she placed this Centaur gold ring on my finger and promised—"

"Alright, Kasgar, stop talking."

"Why don't you say it again? Didn't you say you wanted the whole world to be captivated by our romantic story?"

"Or do you mean you don't like me anymore?"

Kasgar instantly became extremely aggrieved.

"It's clear... we agreed that I belong to your [Centaur gold ring]."

"Wait a minute, Kasgar, you—"

Seeing everyone casting concerned glances their way, even the most attention-seeking Fulgrim couldn't help but blush.

Abdelon: "."

A divine being.

The essence of Kasgar seems to be not much different from that of Fulgrim.

Rather than saying these two are a match made in heaven.

It's more like birds of a feather flock together.

Two extraordinary people.

It is recommended to lock it.

Leaving aside the Primarch Fulgrim is a Primarch, let's talk about Kasgar.

Is this the guy who beat me in the duel and became my boss?

How can they deny that this madman is the Chief Lord Commander of their Sons of the Emperor?

He secretly vowed that from this day forward, everything Kasgar did in Byzas would be classified as a top secret within the Third Legion.

This absolutely must not be leaked!!!

The Third Legion has no secrets either.

Huh?

Why did he say "also"?

The banquet proceeded smoothly after this minor incident.

Aside from glaring at him and pinching him hard, Fulgrim did nothing more to tease him.

A terrifying balance had been reached between them.

The ruler of Byzas, Governor Pandion IV, also attended the banquet.

He was an obese old man with extremely loose muscles and skin hanging on his body. Judging from his listless appearance, he seemed to be suffering from various illnesses.

"Greetings to you."

Fulgrim raised the wine glass in his hand.

"Byzas is not what it used to be, and we hope you will enjoy the meal we have prepared for you."

"Of course, of course."

Fulgrim smiled, raised the wine glass in his hand, and swirled the wine inside a few times.

"If this wine hadn't been contaminated with the three mixed toxins, it would be perfect."

"Isn't that right, Governor Pandion?"

She smiled and took a sip.