"Fool of Gold, Part II" (Flock'⁴⁴/ıı)

## Plot

Meanwhile, amidst the cheerfulness, the Nazis celebrate with their Aryan ancestors. Wulf, seated on his throne, maintains an impassive expression as he watches the Nazi soldiers sing the German anthem to the Aryan children. General Reinhold Bredt approaches Wulf, expressing his pride and giving him a friendly pat on the back. Reinhold's laughter hints at his knowledge of plans involving Wulf from SS officers. Wulf's superior officer, Otto Waber, offers him wine, and as they drink together, Wulf quietly slips away into the crowd. Wulf catches Gerhard Briegel seducing Aryan women at the lake and confronts him. Gerhard approaches Wulf with a pleased smile, thoroughly enjoying the paradise he believes in. He dreams of having perfect Aryan children with these women, believing their genes to be flawless in this safe haven for Aryans. His ultimate desire is to create an ideal and healthy family in a world free from subhumans and inferior beings, longing to remain in this paradise forever. During their casual conversation, Wulf inquires about Gerhard's son, Finny Schröder, who is part of the Lebensblood program. Wulf expresses his wish for Gerhard to be involved in Finny's life, knowing the boy fears being alone without his father. Although Gerhard promises to be there for his son, he sadly admits that he has not fulfilled that promise. Wulf understands that Himmler initially intended to eliminate the Lebensblood children, considering them failures due to perceived imperfections in their Aryan genes. Gerhard, viewing the Lebensblood children as flawed due to their supposed lack of Aryan qualities, frequently visits Finny during Christmas. Wulf peacefully questions why Gerhard is so invested in the boy's life, concerned that Gerhard's Aryan blood, born out of wedlock, may not be enough to overcome societal prejudices, especially as Himmler disapproves of the Lebensblood program, contradicting their traditional viewpoints. Gerhard responds with a smile, expressing that he often feels a void when Finny is not around. He believes that his presence brings happiness to the boy. Wulf further asks about the birthday gifts and letters Gerhard gives to Finny. Gerhard simply wants to keep the boy happy and avoid fully embracing the responsibilities of fatherhood. In Finny's absence, Gerhard sees an opportunity to immerse himself in this paradise and escape the failures associated with the Lebensblood program. With a smile, he jokes about the situation, yearning to break free. Despite his love for his parents, who view him as a child born out of wedlock with a German woman who is no longer present, Gerhard contemplates walking away. Wulf, deciding to mock Gerhard, ironically refers to him as a "Catholic whore," which annoys Gerhard. Wulf playfully calls Gerhard "hysterical," pointing out his numerous sexual encounters with German women and his tendency to engage in physical intimacy without marriage. Wulf even brings up Gerhard's desire to sleep with prostitutes at a brothel, mentioning that some women rejected him due to his small penis, furthering Gerhard's annoyance and anger. Gerhard attempts to mock Wulf in return, but Wulf, laughing it off, jokes about Gerhard's out-of-wedlock status by calling him a "man with a little penis." The Aryan women join in the laughter, finding amusement in Wulf's comment, as he walks away with a smile, leaving Gerhard feeling frustrated and offended.

Meanwhile, seated upon his throne, Wulf awaited the arrival of Himmler, their paths entwined in a complex dance of power and manipulation. Himmler's peculiar fascination with Wulf had become increasingly apparent, leaving Wulf in a perpetual state of awe at Himmler's authority and influence. In the midst of a grand gathering, Wulf summoned the Aryan masses, their voices rising in unison as they pledged their unwavering loyalty to the cause of the Third Reich. The air was thick with a sense of unity and joy as Wulf, standing amidst his fellow Aryans, cheered and sang, swept up in the fervor of the moment. Himmler, a prominent figure within the Nazi Party and one of the most influential men in all of Nazi Germany, took center stage, delivering a speech that glorified the triumphs of the Third Reich. With each word, he praised the members for their dedication, their unwavering commitment to the cause that would shape the destiny of the nation. Yet, it was in the shadows, away from the prying eyes of the masses, that Wulf found himself summoned by Himmler for clandestine meetings. In those secret encounters, Himmler entrusted Wulf with confidential tasks and missions, divulging information that only a select few within the inner circle of the Nazi regime were privy to. Though a mixture of apprehension and curiosity filled Wulf's heart, he had grown accustomed to these clandestine rendezvous, even as the true intentions behind Himmler's requests remained elusive. During one such meeting, cloaked in secrecy, Himmler unraveled a new plan, his mind a twisted labyrinth of intrigue and deceit. Wulf listened intently as Himmler unveiled his vision for the next phase of the Reich's dominance, an elaborate scheme that would cement their power and propel their agenda forward. Enthralled by the seductive allure of Himmler's ideas, Wulf found himself agreeing to the twisted plan, his devotion to the cause blinding him to the potential repercussions. As Himmler and the Nazis set their malevolent machinations into motion, Wulf couldn't help but feel a mix of exhilaration and trepidation. He knew their actions would bring about significant change, but at what cost? Deep within his heart, a flicker of doubt danced, reminding Wulf of the lives that would be affected by their nefarious scheme. Undeterred, Wulf took charge, ordering the Aryan people to adorn themselves with golden jewelry, while reserving the most opulent displays for high-ranking Nazis and the revered Führer himself. As the golden symbols of power and wealth filled the scene, Wulf and Himmler shared a moment of satisfaction, their smiles mirroring each other's delight.

Seated upon the magnificent throne, Wulf exuded an undeniable air of authority, his presence commanding attention as he found himself in the highly sought-after position at the dinner table, flanked by the esteemed figures of Himmler and the Führer. The atmosphere within the room crackled with palpable anticipation, as General Reinhold Bredt, a high-ranking officer, meticulously prepared to deliver his long-awaited speech. The room buzzed with a contagious excitement, as the officers, each holding positions of immense power and influence, eagerly awaited the moment when Bredt would raise his glass in a toast, extolling the virtues and accomplishments of the revered Führer and Himmler. Yet, unbeknownst to the expectant crowd, Wulf harbored clandestine intentions that danced mischievously in his eyes and played upon his lips in a knowing smile. And with a sudden burst of laughter, Wulf shattered the solemnity that had settled over the room like a heavy fog. Himmler, renowned for his frequent displays of joy, couldn't resist joining in, his infectious laughter spreading like wildfire among the Aryan people gathered there. In unison, they laughed with Wulf, their mirth echoing through the grand hall, filling the air with an intoxicating jubilance that momentarily cast aside the weight of their duties. In the midst of this uproar, Himmler leaned closer to Wulf, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. It was then that he revealed his desire for Wulf to be his son, a revelation that stirred within Wulf a complex mix of emotions. Over time, Wulf had come to grasp the deeper implications of Himmler's intentions, recognizing how his unique lineage, with its intertwining Slavic and Jewish ancestry, both challenged and presented an opportunity within the intricate web of the Nazi regime. As the laughter and smiles continued to envelop the room, Wulf couldn't help but ponder the contradictions and complexities inherent in his position. Amidst the convivial atmosphere, he observed the Aryan men engaging in flirtatious exchanges with the Nazi women, their shared ideologies fueling their interactions. In this twisted realm, Wulf found solace in the acceptance he felt from Himmler and the others, as if, for this fleeting moment, they were all part of a distorted yet unified family. And in the midst of this distorted unity, Wulf experienced a profound happiness, basking in the shared laughter and the fleeting semblance of harmony. As the evening unfolded, Wulf found himself caught in a whirlwind of toasts and prayers, his companions including Reinhold Bredt, Otto Waber, and Gerhard Briegel, engaged in whispered conversations that further solidified their unwavering loyalty to the Nazi cause. Himmler, his glass held high in celebration, led the charge, toasting to the triumphs and aspirations of the Nazi regime. The clinking of wine glasses reverberated through the room, harmonizing with the fervent whispers of prayers, each uttered word serving as a testament to the unyielding commitment these men held for their cause. In that moment, as Wulf sat upon the magnificent throne, he couldn't help but be swept away by the euphoria that permeated the room. The laughter, toasts, and prayers merged into a symphony of unwavering loyalty and shared purpose, drowning out the complexities and contradictions that lingered beneath the surface. And as Wulf immersed himself in the warmth of the room, he couldn't ignore the tumultuous path that lay ahead, nor the intricate dance of power and allegiance that awaited him in the shadows.

With a mischievous smile playing on his lips, Wulf boldly raised the topic of his Aryan heritage, intertwining it with his alleged role in the creation of the Final Solution. Aware that the Third Reich members were facing their "final last days on this Earth," he stirred a range of reactions within the room. Some Nazis, attempting to find solace in denial, dismissed Wulf's words as a mere jest, causing laughter to ripple through their ranks. However, there were others, including the Führer himself, who couldn't help but feel a growing sense of suspicion gnawing at their consciousness. In a hushed exchange, the Führer leaned in towards Himmler, seeking clarification about the authenticity of Wulf's claims. Himmler, taken aback by the Führer's increasing doubt, cautiously attempted to question Wulf about the nature of his supposed joke. Yet, Wulf remained eerily silent, his gaze fixed upon Himmler, silently conveying a serious warning that had inadvertently slipped from his lips. It was a confession of sorts, a grave mistake that Wulf had unintentionally revealed, and now he sought to caution them. Himmler, stunned by Wulf's lack of response, desperately sought to rectify the situation, weaving a lie as he whispered into the Führer's ear, assuring him that Wulf had merely been joking, in an attempt to ease the tension that had settled upon the room. However, Wulf's intentions went far beyond playful banter. He possessed an uncanny ability to captivate the attention of his fellow Nazis, often requesting their unwavering allegiance. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Wulf proceeded to peel back the layers of his seemingly lighthearted joke, insisting that he had, in fact, been deadly serious. The room descended into a state of perplexed confusion as the Nazis grappled with reconciling their perception of Wulf's jovial demeanor with the weight of his unexpected revelation. Himmler, in particular, found himself dumbfounded by Wulf's audacity. Sensing the bewilderment that hung in the air, Gerhard valiantly attempted to divert attention, striving to lighten the oppressive mood. Expressing gratitude towards Wulf for his playful jest, he dismissed it as a mere reflection of Wulf's own emotional state, a harmless act of jesting. However, beneath Wulf's playful façade lay a complex tapestry of emotions and motives. His actions and words held profound significance, even if shrouded in humor. Wulf harbored a hidden agenda, a purpose that he skillfully concealed beneath the surface. The intricate depths of his intentions and the enigmatic nature of his being were known only to him, and he reveled in the intrigue and mystery that surrounded his every move.