Kasga, who had transmigrated to the Warhammer world, might not have a golden finger.
But he had a golden ring.
A centaur gold ring.
That was enough.
......
"I'm thinking..."
Fulgrim happily raised her left hand, adorned with the ring, taking it all in.
Why?
Why could she perceive an unprecedented sense of beauty from it?
Gene-Seed Primarchs, as the Human Emperor's strongest weapons and tools for enacting his will, were born with the ability to master the technology, wisdom, philosophy, and art accumulated by humanity over countless years.
Yet, in Fulgrim's genetic database, there was no explanation for why that still-immature centaur gold ring would evoke such intense feelings in her.
Inspiration, art.
Beauty.
And... an inexpressible stirring.
Within her mind, violet buds bloomed and burst at this moment, dyeing all dullness with vibrant and wild colors.
She wanted to show off, to inform... She wanted countless nobles and commoners to celebrate with her and envy this.
Endless thoughts surged wildly, and countless dramas, literatures, and cinematic arts instantly intertwined, emerged, and surged in her mind.
"I'm thinking."
"Perhaps in the future, once Chemos is truly liberated, this scene might be immortalized in the greatest drama."
Like a stage actor, Fulgrim elegantly raised her head.
"And it will be sung throughout Chemos, and even the entire Human world thereafter!"
"Perhaps, in the not-too-distant future, the centaur gold ring will surpass the cliché diamond ring and become the ultimate symbol for proposals between lovers!"
At that moment, she seemed to see a future where the entire world chose the romantic centaur gold ring.
But it seemed Kasga did not like this outcome.
Oh no, stop!
He quickly waved his hands, his head shaking frantically from side to side.
Wait, this isn't right!
If the centaur gold ring really became a proposal ring, then when the Human Emperor conferred the title of Warmaster upon Horus, wouldn't it be, wouldn't it be—
!
Kasga dared not think further!
But it seemed Fulgrim misunderstood his meaning.
"Shaking your head?"
"Do you mean this isn't a confession, but just an ordinary gift?"
Fulgrim giggled, squatting down to pinch Kasga's flushed cheeks.
A young man's blush was more eloquent than any love confession.
"Since you're unwilling to admit it, then let me be the 'bad guy'."
With that, she returned to her workbench, took out a gold ingot, and began to meticulously hammer it.
Since Kasga was too shy to speak, she would craft the most exquisite and perfect golden ring to witness this politically advantageous marriage of mutual affection.
In the future, she would use it as a blueprint to create the most artistic drama in the world, for billions to enjoy!
Fulgrim firmly believed: One day, everyone would propose with a centaur gold ring!
Oh no.
Watching Fulgrim move like the wind, Kasga despairingly fell silent.
......
Many years later, facing the Human Emperor who pulled out a centaur gold ring on Ullanor, Chief Lord Commander Kasga Sherlock of the Third Legion would recall that distant afternoon when he had a flash of inspiration.
......
Several days later.
Was the progress a little too fast?
Kasga, rarely allowed out of the manor in his official capacity, thought inexplicably.
But it was probably reasonable.
Among the twenty lost Gene-Seed Primarchs, Fulgrim's story of conquering her homeworld was almost like a wish-fulfillment novel.
After demonstrating her talent and charm, she successfully rallied the power of several fortresses on Chemos, effortlessly winning the adoration of almost everyone without a single soldier.
The next thirty years, until the Human Emperor's arrival, would be a happy and leisurely period of development.
As the Primarch symbolizing perfection, such smooth progress in reclaiming her homeworld was also to be expected.
The details of the marriage alliance were discussed very smoothly by both parties.
Even though the Sherlock family didn't know how Fulgrim had learned the name of this youngest son of the family, or why she chose him over other talented young men of the Sherlock family, stubbornly insisting on Kasga, the unknown youngest son.
However, this was not a major issue.
Ultimately, it was just a political marriage.
It was an alliance between the traditional noble Sherlock family of Fort Karaxis and the rapidly rising new power, Fulgrim.
After the marriage, the Sherlock family would naturally gain a renowned and beloved mechanical technology expert, and Fulgrim could, as she had envisioned, ascend to the ranks of Karrakis's powerful elite, gaining noble titles and names.
From a higher platform, she could display her talents and ambitions.
Everything was the result of calculated interests and transactions between both parties.
For the family's interests, it ultimately didn't matter which son of the Sherlock family head Fulgrim chose.
......
But... did it really not matter?
Kasga Sherlock vigilantly looked around the venue.
The engagement ceremony was held at the manor in the Upper Fortress. The venue was lavishly decorated, with lush, neatly trimmed shrubbery forming an archway, and ribbons tied to two ancient trees at the entrance, displaying several lines of characters written in ornate High Gothic calligraphy.
Although Fort Karrakis was short on supplies... this shortage seemed to only apply to the workers.
The old family head was currently conversing with other nobles in the manor, and as for the other family heirs, especially the eldest son Herold Sherlock, Kasga did not see them present.
Something felt off.
Kasga thought, logically, they shouldn't be absent from such a solemn and crucial occasion.
The Karrakis Iron Fortress was divided into upper and lower levels.
The upper level was where the Karrakis nobles resided.
After Fulgrim became an engineer, she successfully repaired the fortress's long-damaged power and air circulation systems.
She even obtained some plant seeds from ancient times from the fortress's old ecological pods, allowing her to establish the rudimentary forms of indoor vertical agriculture and green landscaping within the barren fortress.
Even within the enclosed iron forest, new sprouts emerged.
Looking at the dishes made from crops appearing on the dining table for the first time, and the crowd around the table savoring the novel delicacies, Kasga couldn't help but sigh.
However, it was fortunate that, given the significant importance of this political marriage, even the workers who toiled daily in the factories benefited, gaining a day of rest.
Even a few leading worker representatives had the right to attend the banquet.
The crowds inside and outside the manor were bustling, many of them guests who came to catch a glimpse of the legendary Water Goddess.
Their gazes, naturally, mostly fell upon the perfect female Primarch.
Today, she had changed from her usual engineer's uniform, appearing instead in a magnificent violet Stola Romana.
The robe was embroidered with countless ornate and intricate gold thread patterns, showcasing her owner's elegance and nobility. Coupled with her flawless beauty and her nearly three-meter-tall, god-like height.
All the guests present marveled at the goddess's reappearance in the world.
As for the groom, Kasga Sherlock?
Unfortunately, Fulgrim's Primarch-level height made the not-so-short Kasga appear particularly miniature beside her.
Unless one deliberately looked for him, he would most likely be overshadowed by her radiance.
......
Tsk.
Kasga was a little annoyed.
When he underwent Space Marine augmentation, he would definitely instruct the Apothecary to make him bigger!
Kasga took a small sip of the newly brewed wine, making a silent resolve.
But now was not the time to think about these things.
Fulgrim's process of conquering the planet did not require war.
For the next thirty years, he would accompany Fulgrim in governing the planet, gaining experience in internal affairs, and planning for the future Great Crusade.
He firmly believed everything would unfold as he expected.
Until he heard shouts from afar.