The son of the God-Emperor in Warhammer Fantasy

One spring day in April, the territory of Earl of Glamorgan experienced an intense "late spring chill." After several heavy rains, the entire territory became very cold and damp.

The construction of the earl's castle was temporarily halted. The dwarves, complaining about the bad weather, huddled inside by the fire, and even the knights gave up their training since their armor would rust easily in such weather.

Spring plowing had already been completed, and the serfs in every household hid in their newly built houses, enjoying the warmth of the fire and hot soup. Normally, late spring chills often caused widespread crop failures, but Ryan's territory was blessed by the Lady of the Lake. Under her protection, the crops were not significantly affected.

This made the serfs even more devout, chanting the holy name of the Lady of the Lake and praying for her blessing. At least for now, the Lady of the Lake still showed favor to the serfs here.

In the winery, the workers carefully tended to the newly planted grapes under the orders of the master winemaker, Jean de Pinot. The winemaker felt immense pressure, having just arrived at Ryan's territory only to encounter such a situation. Now, he could only do his best to salvage whatever losses he could.

The Lady of the Lake's blessing was limited to food crops and did not include cash crops, which seemed to be a warning from the goddess.

In a guest room on the third floor of the winery, a fire was burning in the fireplace. The heavy rain outside pounded against the glass windows and walls. Inside the room, a woman with waist-length black hair, her skin like ice and jade with a rosy blush, slept soundly. Her cold and alluring face bore a faint smile.

The door to the room opened, and a witch apprentice in an ice-blue robe entered from outside. "Councilor, it's time to get up."

"Councilor?" After calling several times without a response, the witch apprentice had to go over and shake her. "Councilor, you really need to get up. The cook is making breakfast, and if you're late, Lord Ryan will be waiting for you."

"Emma?" The woman finally woke up, groggily opening her eyes. It took about five minutes for Councilor Teresa Trovik from the Garland Council to fully wake up. She felt the softness of the feather mattress and decided to get up.

The witch apprentice, Emma, assisted Teresa in washing up. The councilor retrieved her toiletries, rubbing her waist and muttering curses about someone's lack of gentleness, unable to get enough of that feeling.

Recently, Teresa Trovik had been busy with the construction of her wizard tower. She had mobilized many people to build her tower near the forest cabin in Shallon Forest. The Garland Council was also preparing to send a group of twenty ice witches to Teresa's place for her to manage.

This female sorceress was very determined. She supervised the construction of her tower despite being injured, working until the rainy season forced a halt. She then moved to the winery at Ryan's invitation, waiting for the rain to end so she could continue overseeing the construction.

After a quick wash, Teresa debated between wearing pants or a skirt and ultimately chose the latter. With the help of her apprentice, she changed into a lavender, classical, elegant, fitted dress and put on a pair of peep-toe high heels before heading to the dining room.

Today's breakfast consisted of bread, bacon, milk, and fried eggs. Teresa was pleased to see that Sulia seemed to be absent. The sorceress sat openly across from Ryan. "Good morning, Ryan."

"Good morning, dear Teresa." Ryan nodded, spreading his hands. "I'm sorry, I went out early. There are some things in the territory I need to handle."

"You've been gathering supplies and reinforcing military equipment lately. I saw your knights and infantry practicing coordination with the dwarves. Are you preparing for another war?" Teresa put on black butterfly-patterned glasses. "Lady Sulia doesn't seem to be around?"

"A minor issue just arose in the territory. The influx of a large population has made public order a bit problematic. There was a dispute between the incoming dwarves and the locals. Sulia is downstairs mediating... Why, do you seem afraid of Sulia?" Ryan smiled at the sorceress, who was still rubbing her waist.

"Why would I be afraid of her?!" Teresa instinctively retorted, unable to hide the laziness and post-passion glow on her face. She tried to explain, "I just... agreed with Lady Sulia."

Ryan nodded and didn't say more. After breakfast, the earl began to handle a large amount of official business, which often took him three to four hours.

Seeing she had nothing to do, Teresa decided to sit beside him and chat idly. "You're preparing for war again. My first thirty years in the Garland Council didn't involve as much fighting as I've seen since meeting you."

"You should ask the Ugol people. They, living north of the Lynsk River, almost engage in skirmishes with northern barbarian tribes every month." Ryan reviewed documents while chatting. "Does the Garland Council seldom engage in war? War is the best way for wizards to grow."

"But the casualty rate is also high. The council has many good witch apprentices, and they don't want these young witches to die on the battlefield before achieving anything, including me. In fact, I didn't participate in many battles before meeting you. Looking back, I was foolish. Who releases a blizzard at the start of a fight, exhausting their magic so quickly?" Teresa sat at Ryan's desk, complaining about her past naivety and poor mana management. "My mother just wrote to me, asking why I'm not pregnant yet. I was too embarrassed to tell her that I only started my relationship with you at the beginning of this year and then got injured."

"I promised, and I will fulfill it, as long as you don't avoid me." Ryan looked up from the scrolls with a half-smiling expression, making the sorceress blush with anger. "Who's avoiding you? Damn it, Ryan, you scoundrel! Do you think giving me a lady's title is enough to satisfy me? If you were still a kingdom knight, my mother would have to approve before you could marry me!"

"Hahaha~ Then I must thank you for your favor, dear Miss Teresa Trovik." Ryan chuckled but quickly returned to his documents. "Once your wings grow, you'll be ready."

"Wings?" The sorceress was puzzled for a moment but then blushed, instinctively placing her hand on her lower abdomen and looking away. "I only visit you once a week. How long will it take at this rate?"

"That's because you're too shy. Visit me more often, or stay overnight. Veronica always comes to me whenever she wants." Ryan sealed an envelope and handed it to the witch apprentice, Emma. "Deliver this letter to Carlsenburg downstairs and have it sent to the palace in Winfort."

"Yes." The witch apprentice took the envelope with both hands and left the room. The sorceress, seeing her apprentice so obedient, leaned on the desk with a sulky expression. "Seriously, Emma listens to you more than me. Why not let her be your part-time maid?"

"No, I'm essentially a warrior, not a spellcaster. First, I can't teach magic. Second, Sulia and I have agreed that the people around me are sufficient. I already have a wife, two ladies-in-waiting, and a dark elf maid. What more could I need?" Ryan shook his head. He didn't need more women around him; he wasn't lacking.

It seemed the women around him had reached an understanding. Sulia usually took three to four days a week, Morgiana one day, and the remaining time was flexible, with Olica often sneaking in as his maid.

Ryan felt this arrangement had a bit of a production quota feel to it.

Teresa crossed her long legs, satisfied with the answer but habitually complaining. "You have no idea how popular you are among those witch apprentices. Veronica's Dawn Wizard Tower girls see you as their ideal. Who knows how they'll marry in the future."

"And what does that have to do with me? Oh, by the way, how's the construction of your wizard tower?" Ryan changed the topic, asking about Teresa's tower.

"The wizard tower? It's going okay. The foundation is done, and three stories are built, but construction has halted due to the rainy season. Who knows when it'll be finished." Talking about the tower, Teresa's mood shifted from complaining to interested. She detailed her plans to build an ice wizard tower rivaling Veronica's Dawn Wizard Tower, though she'd already spent half her budget just building four stories.

"Your brother is so idle. His forest cabin is near my tower, and he often rides his eagle around my tower. Those golden corn cobs like to wander around, picnicking and hunting. What are they doing?" Teresa asked, looking troubled. "You and your brother don't look alike at all. He looks like a giant or an ogre. Is he from Norsca?"

"Haha~ Just consider him my brother. That's all you need to know." Ryan thought Teresa's guess wasn't entirely off. Northern barbarian tribes had migrated several times, with those unwilling to worship Chaos or tired of living in the northern wastelands settling in Nord. They were typically very strong and tall.

So, Ryan vaguely explained Angron's origins as from the north, which didn't arouse much suspicion in his territory.

By noon, Sulia returned with her maid, Sylvia. The lady knight,

 dressed in a red lace-collared checkered long dress, looked at the sorceress teasingly and said to Ryan, "I've resolved the issue."

"Mm, the dwarves didn't fight the wood elves, did they?" Ryan was still reviewing documents.

To attack the Blackstone stronghold, he and his territory needed thorough preparation.

"Ah, the dwarves are stubborn, and the wood elves never listen to explanations. They argued over whether a barrel of ale was half full or half empty and then started fighting. I thought it was something serious." Sulia sat on the sofa, holding her head. "It turned out to be such a trivial matter. I think the dwarves are more to blame."

"Dwarves fighting after drinking is normal. Don't worry about it too much. If a human can beat a dwarf in a drunken brawl, they can earn the dwarf's friendship." Ryan finally finished the last document and leaned back in his chair. "Teresa, once your wizard tower is complete, Sulia and I will come visit. How about that?"

"Of course, you're welcome, though I don't know when it will be finished." Teresa glanced at Sulia and, seeing no objection, agreed. The sorceress always felt a bit lacking in confidence around this duchess, who managed the household so well.

"Father is also preparing for war. The Duchy of Winfort will send five thousand troops, including two thousand knights and two teams of Pegasus knights." Sulia took a sip of tea and said to Ryan, "However, scouts have found some strange signs. The Blackstone stronghold is completely silent, and it seems Kemmler himself isn't there, though a large undead army still guards the stronghold. Father thinks we should be fully prepared before advancing."

Not at Blackstone? Ryan frowned, pondering the reason. This might explain why Kemmler hadn't caused trouble during the repeated battles in Bretonnia.

So... where did Kemmler go?

...

In the Old World, at the southern end of the Grey Mountains, atop a mountain several thousand meters high.

This was the famous peak "Heart of Doom" in the Grey Mountains, perpetually covered in snow.

At the summit was an ice lake.

Heinrich Kemmler, the Saintly Necromancer, wearing a shadowy cloak adorned with skulls, holding a noisome skull staff in one hand and a sharp bone sword in the other, was advancing on the mountain.

"It's nearby." Heinrich Kemmler, appearing as a kindly old wizard with white hair, was actually several hundred years old. Ever since being severely injured by François, his power had greatly diminished, and he alternated between madness and lucidity. Enduring the pain in his head, he knew he had to hurry.

He had to find the tomb of the Champion of Chaos!

Upon stepping onto the frozen lake, the necromancer signaled his army to clear a path. Kemmler could feel the strong presence of Chaos in the air. What he sought was ahead.

To Kemmler's fury, someone had beaten him to it.

A Chaos Champion was leading his warband in excavating the ice, revealing a large tomb beneath the lake.

"Oh yes, I feel it. Yes, Ghul's tomb is ahead." Kemmler muttered to himself, feeling the power of the Winds of Chaos.

Seeing Kemmler, the Chaos Champion shouted, signaling his warband to stop digging. The Chaos warriors raised their weapons and charged at Kemmler.

But Kemmler was not alone. Raising his staff, thousands of undead surrounded him. "Old Tomb Legion! My servants, kill these Chaos scum!"

Behind Kemmler were numerous skeleton and zombie legions, several units of Grave Guards, packs of dire wolves and monstrous bats, elite ghouls, and a unit of wraiths and wight knights.

"Ghul's remains belong to me!"

The battle on the ice lake began.

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