Reincarnated as Duke’s Heir
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Chapter 17: Elias Vuldar
Empire of Sylvaris – Wilds of the Vuldar Forest
The structure stood like a beast carved into reality—less a building and more a living thing, a primal force frozen in wood and stone. Staring too long gave the eerie sensation of being watched, like blood-red eyes were gazing into your soul, waiting for weakness.
This was the heart of the Vuldar—the Beast Tamers, the Hunters, the Predators in human skin.
They looked human. But they were not.
Their instincts were sharper, their blood wilder, their nature closer to beasts than men. Strength ruled all. There were no inherited titles, no divine rights—only the law of the wild. The strongest led. And for the last decade, the strongest was -
Elias Vuldar.
He had not simply claimed his throne. He had crushed, devoured, and buried every challenger.
Eventually, they stopped trying.
Because trying meant dying in a cruel way.
There was no mercy here—not for enemies, not for the weak, not even for family. Yet, paradoxically, loyalty was their most sacred law. The Vuldar did not betray. They did not deceive. They did not play the political games of cowards.
If you had the loyalty of the Alpha, you had the pack.
And right now, the Empire of Sylvaris had the loyalty of Elias Vuldar, The Devouring Saint.
But for how long?
...
The Great Hall of Beasts
The air in the Great Hall was thick—alive with an untamed, primal energy. The scent of leather, sweat, and blood lingered in the dimly lit space, where trophies of the hunt decorated the walls and many statues of different types of beasts.
A young man with striking green hair frowned at the towering figure on the throne.
“Father, what do you think about the Ignis family incident?” Nick Vuldar’s voice was sharp, laced with irritation.
Because how could he not be irritated? The ones he wanted to battle disappeared.
Elias Vuldar did not answer immediately.
He sat upon a throne of bone and leather, fingers tapping against the armrest in thought. Finally, he exhaled through his nose. His voice rumbled like distant thunder.
“A disgrace,” he muttered. “A damn waste.”
Nick narrowed his eyes. “How so?”
Elias scoffed. “The Ignis were the only other house we truly understood. Not like the Noctis, those backstabbing cowards who hide in the shadows. Not like the Mindweavers, slithering into men’s thoughts, playing puppet master.” His voice darkened. “But the Ignis? They were warriors. They trained, they bled, they conquered. They did not play political games—they fought.”
Nick’s brows furrowed. “Then why did the empire wipe them out?”
Elias exhaled, the weight of his words pressing against the silence.
“Their ancestor committed an unforgivable sin. And when that boy awakened...” He paused. “The empire panicked. They saw a threat and chose to eliminate it.”
Nick caught it immediately. That slight hesitation.
Elias Vuldar never hesitated.
“You respected Noah Ignis,” Nick said flatly.
Elias didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.
Noah Ignis was the only duke he had ever respected. A warrior. A force of nature. A man who put family above all.
And now Noah was dead. His entire family was dead.
Even his five-year-old son.
Or so they said.