More than one? Jaghatai was even more surprised. Then he asked, "Were they ordinary humans?"
Whenever Fulgrim mentioned his wives, he became very gentle. "Yes. And they did wonderfully."
"Wow..." Jaghatai's expression grew complicated. There were things he wanted to say, yet could not bring himself to say them.
Fulgrim saw Jaghatai's hesitation and said that there was nothing brothers could not discuss.
Jaghatai nodded after hearing that, then asked in a complicated tone, "Then how did you and they... You couldn't have blasted them, could you?"
Blasted them? Fulgrim froze for a moment. It was a word Lin Fan often used. Whenever Lin Fan grew tired of smashing enemies to pulp in close combat, he would heft up a weapon meant for vehicles and fire while shouting, "I'm fucking blasting them!"
This new term, independent of the Gothic language family, was somewhat unfamiliar to Fulgrim, but his mind quickly grasped why Jaghatai had brought it up.
Fulgrim's pale face reddened, and his lips twitched. With his vast experience, Jaghatai could tell what profanity Fulgrim wanted to spit out just from the movement of his lips. Fulgrim's face turned red, then white, then red again. Finally, he sighed and complained to Jaghatai in a thoroughly helpless tone.
"I hadn't fallen at the time. How could I... How could I blast them..." Fulgrim could not finish the latter half. The moment he thought of that word, vivid images formed in his mind.
"Blast them," Jaghatai helpfully finished for him.
That made the bloody, wet, cloudy-white images in Fulgrim's mind even clearer. He could even hear inappropriate squelching, chirping, slapping, and popping sounds by his ears.
"Anyway, it was a political marriage." Fulgrim made one last struggle for what little integrity he had left. Jaghatai followed his lead and apologized, saying he