Charles orders the fortification of the walls that had been devastated by the war between humans and the Infrahumans. Suddenly, he sees a small group of Infrahumans approaching the village. The few remaining humans begin to take up arms to defend themselves from a new attack, but Charles quickly orders them to lower their weapons.
The Infrahumans kneel before their new king, but some of them object, believing it is inconceivable for their savior to live in a settlement with their enemies. Charles disagrees and tells them he is no one's savior, as he belongs to no particular race; he only wishes for them to live together in harmony.
Suddenly, an Infrahuman tries to strike a defenseless human, but Charles steps in, and the spear pierces his heart. Everyone is stunned—they cannot believe their savior stood between the hatred of an Infrahuman and a human.
Charles says they may kill each other if they wish—it means nothing to him—because the only thing he ever truly loved in his miserable life withered like a flower in winter. But that hatred will never allow them to move forward. Someday, perhaps, nothing will matter anymore—because it will be too late.
Then an Infrahuman named Defgih speaks up, saying a group of humans exterminated his entire village. Charles asks him whether any of those responsible are present here. If he can find even one among the crowd, Charles says he will exterminate them all.
Defgih is left speechless—he realizes that his king is both benevolent and merciful, for he understands that none of the people present deserve to suffer what happened to him.
"My blood is red like that of the humans," says Charles, "but it can also be blue like that of the Infrahumans. In the end, it is the blood of a living being capable of love or hatred."
He adds that he doesn't ask them to become best friends, only to try to get to know each other. In the end, they are all victims of a conflict from long ago—one most of them don't even understand. As he finishes speaking, a severely malnourished baby approaches an Infrahuman. The child's parents tremble, fearing the wicked creature might harm him.
Suddenly, the Infrahuman picks up the small child and moves as if to strangle him—but stops when the baby gently touches his face and smiles.
Under Charles' care, the races begin to cooperate. Their hatred and resentment may never fully fade, but they try to get along and understand each other. Over time, the small settlement grows into a vast city. For a time, bandits and even some so-called saints from the church attempted to take this small paradise by force—yet all failed and perished by my hands.
A long time has passed, but something still disturbs my mortal soul—the sweet memory of my beloved. I have been with many human and Infrahuman women, but none have filled the void in my soul. When I close my eyes, I see her face and feel her soft hands caressing mine. Since I watched her depart, I have not been able to cry. I suppose my human soul has died, and only an empty corpse remains.
One day, an energetic troubadour approached the gates of the wall, holding a small cage. His clothes were torn and dirty, and with great excitement, he begged for permission to enter and have an audience with King Charles. By then, the people had already declared that this patch of land in the middle of the infinite desert—which separates the infernal lands from the sacred lands of the humans—could only be tamed by one: Charles, the Lord of Wrath.