"Don't move around. You'll ruin your makeup," Fulgrim complained, then gently dabbed at the flaws with a cloth to touch up the makeup.
Guilliman's unease grew stronger and stronger. In the end, he could only plead with Fulgrim, "Fulgrim, I'm a little nervous. I need to use the restroom."
"No. Just piss your pants," Fulgrim said seriously. Guilliman froze, unable to believe such crude words could come from Fulgrim's mouth.
The next second, Fulgrim smiled and patted Guilliman on the shoulder. "Just a little joke. Go quickly and come back quickly."
Guilliman let out a breath. He had truly been afraid that Fulgrim, like his other feminized brothers, had become even more unhinged.
The moment he entered the restroom, Guilliman immediately contacted Calgar, repeatedly confirming that Macragge had not been infiltrated by any dangerous elements.
"Father," Calgar answered solemnly, "Macragge is peaceful and calm. Compared against the historical records, this is the most tranquil and secure period. I swear upon my honor that your wedding will be held and concluded without a single flaw. If anything goes wrong, I'll give the position of Chapter Master to Cato Sicarius."
Cato Sicarius raised his head from the pile of documents, wondering how this had somehow become his business.
"Very good..." Guilliman nodded. Listening to Calgar's report, the unease in his heart finally faded considerably.
Yes, what could possibly go wrong?
Jaghatai was securely locked away below, and Angron's Ork fleet was still a hundred thousand miles from Macragge...
After the communication ended, Calgar received a request for aid from a Primarch. Upon listening carefully, he discovered it had come from Sanguinius.
"Chapter Master Calgar! I request that the Ultramarines spare some men to follow my command and search for that little Konrad Curze who keeps hiding everywhere! I'm going to catch her,