Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 825 You Are My Everything

990.M30.

The Mobai district of Terra, the residence of the Gaumont family.

Terra's long-extinct mahogany doors shut out the noise from the bedroom.

The bedposts are made of thick, dark hardwood, with grapevines carved into the shafts and covered with heavy brocade at the top.

A beautiful, pale face lay on a down mattress covered with brocade sheets and silk pillows embroidered with the Gaumont family's designs.

“Lemur,” Marika whispered her husband’s name.

"Give up," she said weakly, her gaze gentle and calm.

"There's no other way; you've tried everything."

“No!” Lemuel was wearing a light linen robe covered with interlocking colorful embroidery, spirals, bulls, lightning bolts and many other indistinguishable patterns.

It was woven by a blind tailor in the Sinhala region according to Lemuel's design, and the pattern came from scrolls collected in the secret library of the Mobai mansion.

After exhausting all known treatments in the world, Lemuel was still unable to cure his beloved Marika, so he turned his attention to forbidden mysticism, many of which were books that the Empire had explicitly banned.

He secretly performed eleven dangerous rituals, five of which involved prayers to evil deities prevalent in North Africa and other regions.

Imperial Truth condemns it as falsehood and error, and the Empire strictly forbids all of it.

If the Ministry of Justice finds out, even a wealthy businessman like him could be executed.

He clenched his sleeve, revealing the marks left by the reconstructive surgeries, the imprints of his four blood sacrifice rituals.

He performed a ritual to summon an evil god.

But he was disappointed; no god responded to him, not even the evil god he desperately sought—Moro, who had been associated with this land before the establishment of the floating nests of North Africa.

Lemuel held Marika's hand; the radiant light that once shone upon her was now dim and lifeless.

He sensed despair.

Lemuel leaned against the window, his eyes slightly closed.

He could still feel the vibrant colors of the painting, a scene even more magnificent than the most outstanding works of Clemence Rodgert and Serena de Angelo.

The financial manager's cobalt-colored calculations and deep brown anxieties were evident. Lemuel's business, built up in the first half of his life, continued to generate revenue, but the ever-increasing costs and hidden expenses unknown to him caused him great concern.

A bluish-black shadow and a brown worry hovered over Marika’s personal maid, clothing maid, jewelry maid, four ordinary maids and four odd-job maids.

The twelve home nurses were even darker-skinned; they couldn't possibly find a more generous employer than Gaumont.

……

Lemuel suddenly opened his eyes, shutting out the world he had been able to perceive since his childhood.

"Lord Sengha knows General Drake, and General Drake has a close relationship with Lord Nimrod."

Although he married Marika, he was not considered a relative of the Sangha lord.

In particular, General Drake treated Lord Sengga with special favor, and his collateral relatives even married off their heirs.

“My father contacted Lord Drake and made a request,” Marika said with a wry smile.

"How could Lord Ninglu and the Shadow of Order care about the life or death of a lord's daughter?"

"Lemur, please." Marika's arms suddenly gained strength, and she shook her husband's arms.

"I have accepted death, and you should too."

Lemuel's tall, North African frame trembled slightly, but his deep-set eyes remained resolute.

"you are my Everything!"

"I will never give up!"

"There must be a way..."

Lemuel's mind raced, a series of bizarre legends flashing through his head.

His eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had grasped a lifeline.

“The Himalayas!” Lemuel shouted.

"Legend has it that there are reclusive sages there who have complete control over their mind and body."

"They will definitely find a way to save you!"

Four days later, on the balcony of the villa, Marika watched Lemuel depart.

The husband quickly sold all his possessions, carried them on his back, and resolutely set off with his entourage.

Lemuel's figure disappeared into the morning mist, and two tears rolled down Marika's cheeks.

She knew this was goodbye forever.

My father once said that the builders of the imperial palace had long ago expelled all the sages who lived in seclusion there.

Perhaps the shrewd husband, who has never been deceived by anyone, also knows this, but he is unwilling to accept it.

Marika, supported by the only servant who had not been reduced in number, the family nurse, lay down on her bed, on silk pillows, awaiting death at the same moment that the Drake family mansion in the Himalayas.

Of the Drake family’s many residences, the one closest to the heart of the Empire is 2.5 kilometers away from the Gate of Eternity.

More than 150 of the battle banners in Eternal Gate are raised by Patton on behalf of his regiments.

In General Patton's private reception room, he welcomed two visitors.

One of them was Ivory Yovan, who had once broken the taboo and was saved by him, becoming the first medical officer of the "Solar Auxiliary Army".

After Barton recommended Isows to Lord Nimrod, he was immediately given an important position.

The medical center he built in the agricultural world of Ryan was renowned throughout the empire and was the preferred choice for countless nobles for surgery.

He was also in charge of the transformation of the Shadow of Order, and in recent decades he has created more Astartes than anyone else.

Barton was surprised that Ivors would take time out of his many affairs to come to Terra.

Lord Ninglu entrusted him with an important task.
Barton realized he had an opportunity to serve Lord Nimrod, and his eyes gleamed.

The other was a towering giant, shrouded in a hood. He was the shadow of order.

Keon, also shrouded in a black robe, stared at the newcomer, [who turned out to be the chief apothecary, Mikel.]

Lemuel Gaumont was really that important?
He is merely a wealthy merchant; why does our lord value him so highly?
Patton looked at the man in black and said admiringly.

"The Shadow of Order acted swiftly and effectively. The Bone Drinker aliens, which neither Space Wolves nor Midnight Lords could deal with, were completely eliminated within three standard months."

“All thanks to the power of my lord.” Mikel’s voice drifted from under his hood as he recalled the Black Emperor’s oracle and asked.

"What is Lemuel Gaumont doing?"

Barton paused, then thought for a few seconds before remembering that his great-grandson had represented him at the wedding, and the groom was none other than Gaumont.

He was just a wealthy businessman from North Africa.

Just as Patton was about to order the gathering of intelligence on Gaumont, Keown spoke up.

"He sold his possessions and embarked on a journey to the Himalayas, hoping to obtain a cure for Marika from a hermit sage."

He realized that the Black Emperor was interested in Lemuel Gaumont, and he kept an eye on him ever since.

Terra's "Shadow Guards," under his command, focused their attention on Gaumont.

“Then let us set off,” Mikel said. The Black Emperor’s oracle instructed Gaumont to travel to the Himalayas to heal his wife, Marika.

Barton quickly realized, "Gaumont's house?"

“That’s right, my mission with Ivory is to treat his wife.”

[Lemuer Gaumont...] Barton pondered the name repeatedly, but couldn't think of anything special about him that would make Lord Nimrod value him so much.

……

The lord of the Sengga region rushed to the Mobai region, to the residence of the Gaomen family.

Two hours earlier, he had received news that Lord Barton had responded to his hopeless request.

Marika is saved.

Lord Sangha stood respectfully on the helipad. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw an elegant black eagle descending from the sky.

He immediately stepped forward and saw the nobleman Drake, who had held his head high at his daughter's wedding, respectfully leading the way, followed by a robust man.

General Patton was not wearing his medal-laden uniform, but he was still tall and imposing, his black civilian robe and matching cloak making him look even more majestic.

[Huh?] Lord Sangha was taken aback.

Behind General Patton were three men in black robes, two of whom were giants far larger than normal people, one of whom was even as tall as Astartes, who was wearing power armor.

[Could it be Astartes? Could it be that General Patton pleaded with the Shadow of Order for my sake...?] Lord Sengha thought in disbelief.

Lord Sangha strode up to the group. "Lord Barton!"

After bowing, he respectfully asked, "These gentlemen?"

“We’re here to treat Marika,” Mikel said.

He didn't explain much. If it weren't for the Black Emperor's decree to keep things as quiet as possible, he wouldn't have let Barton inform Lord Senggar that he would have the moon shroud Gaumont's mansion.

“I understand,” the Sangha Lord said knowingly.

"My lords, I have already ordered preparations to be made..."

“No preparations are needed, you just need to take us to the ward,” Ivors said.

The Sangha Lord then noticed that the shorter man in black robes had an operating table following behind him.

The mechanical legs of the operating table creaked as they followed beside him.

The surgical instruments, such as scalpels and forceps, on top sway in the wind.

Lord Sangha had never seen such a bizarre scene before. He shuddered and quickly stepped aside to lead the way.

"Okay, please come with me."

……

"Don't worry, you'll be fine after a nap," Mikel said to Marika, who was lying on the operating table.

The “Crimson Scholar” said, pulling a bottle of red potion from his black robe.

Before he could even open the bottle, Ivors, who had just been promoted to "biologist" by Lord Ninglu, began to twitch.

“Your medicine contains a rich life force; it is more valuable than the dome of a hive.”

A look of surprise flashed in Marika's eyes. As the daughter of the Sangha Lord, she naturally knew the value of the Nest City Dome.

Lemuel's entire fortune was probably only this much.

"My lord, this is too precious, I have no way to repay you..."

Mikel said softly, "Don't worry, you just need to get a good night's sleep."

As the "Crimson Scholar" spoke, he gently inserted a syringe containing a mixture of dozens of drugs, diluted ten thousand times and composed of the blood of the Primarch Omega and Nukelia's anesthetic, into Marika's scalp.

"You will not feel any pain, and when you wake up, the cancer in your brain will be completely gone."

"Astrocyte carcinoma will stay away from you."

"Thank you, sir." Tears of life and hope welled up in Marika's eyes.

[Lemuer would be overjoyed to see me.]
Her thoughts gradually became hazy, and she slowly drifted off to sleep under the influence of the medicine.

"Ivors, it's up to you now." Mikel looked at Ivors.

We cannot let our Lord down.

"Rest assured, I will never betray Lord Ninglu's trust." The senior "Harvest Priest" placed the oak sap planted by Ryan into the syringe rack.

A "physician" who was sought after by countless powerful and wealthy people throughout his life and who saved the lives of countless Sun Auxiliary Army soldiers on the battlefield picked up the phase scalpel.

(End of this chapter)