My Fusion System: Fusing Weak Soldiers with Direwolves at the Start-Chapter 32: Tale Of The Human Emperor

"As long as they remained within the capital walls," Vi said softly, "they could not die from a wound. They could not fall ill. They didn’t even age. It was paradise. A gift of divine magnitude."

She paused, letting the weight of those words settle like ancient dust.

"But," her voice darkened, "There was another great figure: the Barbarian Primarch. While the Human Emperor guided mankind into nobility and order, the Primarch led the wildmen, scattered tribes and feral warriors."

Kaelor listened, drawn in.

"They drank his blood, and through it, they changed. Became bigger, stronger... monsters in human form. His blood was their power and their curse. The Primarch would soak himself in a pool of blood to recover after each offering. And to sustain him, his followers hunted not animals, but people. Villages, towns, even cities were raided, their inhabitants dragged off and drained, just to keep him alive."

Vi looked away, the wind catching her silver hair.

"The empire retaliated. It all ended in a war, a war so massive, it split the known world."

Kaelor’s lips parted slightly. "And the Emperor won?"

She nodded. "The Human Emperor decapitated the Primarch after days of intense battle... but it was too late. During their battle, the Primarch’s corrupted blood entered his wounds. It was said to be so vile, so unnatural, that even the Emperor’s gift could not purge it. His healing failed him. Slowly, his body unraveled. He died within the year."

Kaelor frowned. "And the immortality?"

"Vanished with him. The people didn’t die violently. But they began to age again. Fall ill. The paradise ended the moment their Emperor closed his eyes."

Vi turned her gaze on him, solemn. "Do you know what was written at the end of the book?"

Before Kaelor could answer, a voice cut through the air.

"My Lord!"

It was Hound.

Kaelor immediately turned and jogged toward the captain of the Guardsmen, leaving Vi watching after him.

Her fingers tightened around her sleeve.

’History is bound to repeat itself.’

....

Kaelor moved steadily through the Devil Forest with Vi at his side and his men trailing behind. Two Alpha Dreadclaws marched near the rear, each carrying a pair of hefty Bighorn rams on their broad shoulders. The scent of fresh blood clung to the air, but it was quickly overtaken by the excited chatter among the Dreadclaws, anticipating the sheep meat they’d soon feast on.

Kaelor’s gaze shifted to Vi. "We should head for the Baron’s estate at first light tomorrow," he said, lowering his voice. "The Oasis Basin and the herd will require more manpower than we have. Our farmers are dwindling. I’m planning to invest heavily into the rice farm."

"I’ll prepare," Vi replied softly, her silver hair catching the dappled light through the canopy.

"It’s a week’s journey on foot. I was wondering if you and Mildred could teleport us, at least halfway there. We have no mount, and the road may not be safe."

Vi glanced at him. There was a brief silence before she scoffed lightly. "How am I supposed to say no when you’re looking at me like that?" Her tone softened unexpectedly, almost teasing.

Kaelor coughed and turned away, clearly caught off guard.

Rolling her eyes, Vi continued, "As long as we refrain from using magic for the rest of the day, neither Mildred nor I will suffer mana exhaustion. So yes, we can take you there... but not bring you back."

Kaelor nodded, visibly relieved. "That’s fine. We’ll make do for the return trip."

His mind was already running through calculations. Seven hundred gold coins. It was a massive sum, enough to build a solid house, acquire a large plot of land, hire a team of farmers, maybe even purchase a river cog and lease it out for steady income. And all of that wouldn’t even cost him five hundred.

With seven hundred gold in hand, Kaelor felt confident he could purchase a considerable number of unskilled slaves to expand the fields and herd, as well as a handful of skilled laborers, Leather Armourer, Armour Tailor, maybe even fighters. Most importantly, he could finally get his hands on iron ore.

Back in the town, Kaelor stood at the edge of the valley, just before the slope. His arms were folded, and a rare smile lit up his face as he looked down at the neatly growing rows of Starlight Rice in the fields. The green shimmered under the sun’s gentle light, a sign of promise and prosperity. It was time to expand the fields, to sow more of the prized grain that would feed his people and line their coffers.

But his smile faded.

The expressions of the townsfolk told another story, grim, nervous, heavy with unease. A cold weight dropped into Kaelor’s gut as he descended the slope.

At the base of the hill, Jon stood waiting. The young Guardsman dropped to his knees the moment Kaelor approached, his head bowed and his Mountain Saber laid solemnly before him.

Kaelor’s brows furrowed. "What happened?"

Jon’s voice was hoarse. "It’s the town head. He escaped. The Guardsman assigned to watch him stepped away briefly... to relieve himself."

Kaelor’s eyes sharpened, his jaw tightening. "Where did he go?"

Jon didn’t raise his head. "He was heading north."

Kaelor’s voice dropped an octave. "Was?"

"I killed him."

Silence fell.

Kaelor’s gaze shifted to the saber on the ground. For a long breath, he said nothing, reading Jon’s posture and the weight in the air. He didn’t know whether Jon’s decision had been driven by the rational part of his mind or the beast lurking within, awakened by the recent fusion.

Killing a man without orders... even if it was the town head.

Still, the old man had always been a threat. If he had reached the Baron’s estate, he could have caused a great deal of damage.

Kaelor exhaled. "You did what you thought was right." fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Jon’s back rose with a breath of relief, but Kaelor could still see the turmoil in his eyes.

The townspeople didn’t speak a word against him. None wept for the old man or defended his actions. Most of them had known he was planning to escape. Many had likely feared he’d betray them all to the Baron’s men. In the end, Jon may have saved them.

And now, Kaelor didn’t bear the blood on his hands.

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