Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

Joffrey finally turned his attention to the patiently waiting "Mage," Archmaester Marwyn.

The stocky man grinned at him, revealing a mouth full of teeth stained a mottled red, clearly from habitually chewing things like tobacco leaves without timely cleaning.

Joffrey returned a faint smile.

Marwyn's nose bridge showed multiple signs of fracture, his palms were rough and large, and his clothes were quite casual.

At first glance, he looked like a slovenly, ill-tempered brute who usually just fought and caused trouble, living hand-to-mouth.

But he was indeed a Maester.

And the Maester's Chain around his neck had almost as many links as Grand Maester Pycelle's.

One should know that the Grand Maester, as an advisor chosen by The Citadel's Conclave for the King, had a Maester's Chain made of all types of links.

Joffrey looked at Marwyn's left hand.

On the Maester's thick finger was a ring made of Valyrian Steel, emitting a faint white glow. The Pattern within belonged to a Recovery Rune.

"Archmaester Marwyn."

Joffrey asked softly, "Is Valyrian Steel indestructible?"

Marwyn shook his head firmly. "Nothing is absolutely indestructible, and Valyrian Steel is no exception. Otherwise, how would the Smiths of Qohor reforge it? Otherwise, how would I have this ring?"

Marwyn raised his left hand, showing the dark steel ring.

Marwyn knew more than just this.

But now, only two young women served the King, along with the elderly Qyburn. The two assistant Maesters he brought had their thoughts exposed by the King, and it also involved the overall situation of the Seven Kingdoms.

The atmosphere was quite subtle.

Marwyn had gradually calmed down from his fanaticism for Magic Power.

This was a private summons, a test of each other, and a negotiation of great importance. At least, that's how Marwyn felt.

Marwyn was very curious, how much did King Joffrey actually know about Magic Power?

Joffrey asked again, "Besides blood sacrifice and Fire, is there anything else that can destroy Valyrian Steel? Archmaester Marwyn hasn't never tried, has he?"

Marwyn then knew that King Joffrey must have already gotten the answer.

"Your Majesty, frequent and violent impacts from Swords or blunt objects can also diminish the effectiveness of Valyrian Steel, after which it can be destroyed, just like against excellent steel."

Marwyn looked at the King's Eyes, which were calm and unruffled.

"If it's just damaging the shape rather than splitting, Valyrian Steel will gradually recover on its own.

If it's divided into several pieces, it won't grow back into its original form but will remain separated, stabilizing into these smaller pieces of Valyrian Steel. Their effectiveness remains, and they can still maintain their hardness and self-recovery properties.

But if the number of divisions is too many, it will produce degraded fragments that cannot recover their form and are not as hard and sharp as before.

The upper limit of effective divisions is difficult to determine; almost every piece of Valyrian Steel is different."

In Marwyn's view, Daenerys Targaryen, the Maiden called the Master of the Household, and Qyburn were all unmoved, as if they were just listening to a boring old piece of Information.

"Therefore."

Marwyn gave his conclusion, "Valyrian Steel should contain multiple Magic Runes."

"These invisible, colorless, and difficult-to-destroy Runes are probably the source of Valyrian Steel's miraculous effects, capable of separating with the division of the carrier, but with a certain quantity limit."

Sarella Sand and Leo Tyrell gradually became engrossed in listening.

Archmaester Marwyn had never explained the mysteries of Valyrian Steel in such detail before, always telling half and leaving half, keeping people in suspense.

"However, no matter how much these mortal Eyes of mine gaze at the blazing sun, I dare not look directly at its Light for long, let alone see its true face clearly. There must be countless omissions and errors." Marwyn bowed slightly.

"Please correct me, Your Majesty."

Everyone's gaze refocused on the King.

Joffrey yawned lightly, then pulled a small golden toy figure from his embrace and tossed it into the air.

The toy figure spun as it fell, its limbs and body gradually twisting.

Plop

It landed steadily on the wooden table, its feet planted, its body upright, almost silently.

Chirp

It took small, quick steps towards the King's right hand placed on the table, its tiny fists the size of grains of rice continuously pounding the back of the King's hand, seemingly expressing dissatisfaction but more like acting spoiled.

Sarella and the others gasped one after another, then immediately fell silent.

Qyburn rushed over even before Marwyn, practically lying on the table. "Is this a Son of Fire?! It's alive!"

Marwyn stared痴痴地盯着 at the little figure's every move, as if watching his most beloved woman.

Son of Fire.

Marwyn savored the unfamiliar and mysterious name.

Yes, its body was golden Fire, born from Fire, an intelligent being. Shouldn't it be called a Son of Fire?

"This is the first piece of Valyrian Steel born from my hands."

The King's voice suddenly rang out.

Marwyn looked at the King's left hand, which held a dagger as black as night.

"'Light of Peace', that is its name. I once had high hopes for Valyrian Steel." The King twirled the dagger in his hand, and a cold glint flashed.

"The Gods have granted me the All-Seeing Eye, allowing me to oversee the mortal realm, examine souls, and clearly behold the truth."

"Thus, I have come to know countless mysteries."

The King laid the dagger flat and placed the Son of Fire on the blade.

"Valyrian Steel contains magic runes, and the magic power it gives birth to possesses the divine effect of healing and restoration, which is how Valyrian Steel was created and also how it has bestowed grace upon the many priests in the Holy War Army."

"It will spread throughout the mortal realm."

"With it, the injured will be reborn, swords will be indestructible, and castles will stand forever."

"This power is enough to bring glory to the Seven Kingdoms, is it not?"

Imagining those scenes, soldiers rising again and again, magic swords repairing themselves, and fortresses that would never fall, Marwyn could only nod heavily.

"But there is more than one truth in the world, more than one type of rune."

The King tilted the dagger, and the small Son of Fire fell to the ground. Immediately, flames surged and expanded until it was as tall as Marwyn.

The tongues of fire licked out, and Sarella and Leo couldn't help but retreat.

"Fire, soul, light, information, compared to Valyrian Steel, there are many other magics with even greater power and wondrous effects. As long as they are studied and applied one by one, the day of building the Heaven on Earth is not far off."

"Archmaester Marwyn," Joffrey put down the dagger, "It is for this reason that I have summoned you."

"What do you think?"

Facing the scorching golden flames of the Son of Fire, countless thoughts flashed through Marwyn's mind.

King Joffrey's actions were truly surprising. It seemed as if he hadn't answered any questions, yet it also seemed as if he had said everything.

Runes, magic power, and the various miraculous creations he had seen with his own eyes.

Marwyn found no flaws.

It seemed the King's discoveries were closer to the truth, and could even allow others to glimpse more of reality.

So, what was there to hesitate about?

This was enough.

Marwyn offered his Valyrian Steel Ring to the King and bowed respectfully.

"I am at Your Majesty's command."

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