Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

"Marwyn, from this moment on, you are no longer a Maester of The Citadel."

Joffrey picked up Marwyn's ring, clenched it in his hand, and when he released it, a stream of molten steel, glowing red, slid down his fingers onto the table.

The wooden table, imbued with sturdy Magic Energy, was completely unharmed.

"A King's Landing Academy is about to rise. You and Qyburn and other scholars will serve within it. You will be conferred titles in order: Doctor, Master, Maester, Student."

The molten steel on the table flowed irregularly, about to reach the edge of the table.

Joffrey extended his right hand and waved it in the air. The molten steel gathered into a ball on its own, then solidified into a badge with a Six-Pointed Star base and an inlaid circular surface.

Joffrey handed over the badge, "You will like the Academy, Archmaester Marwyn."

Marwyn silently accepted the new badge.

The badge still had the color of night, with a pair of soaring wings on it, connected by an Eye in the center.

A flying Eye?

"I specially bestow the 'Eye of Omniscience' upon the Academy as its symbol, hoping that you will diligently explore the truth, and make good use of any Eyes to see the reality of the world."

Marwyn noticed two lines of curved small text on the edge of the badge:

"Omniscience is Omnipotence."

"What is Seen is What is Owned."

Directly below the Eye was his own name, "Archmaester Marwyn."

A ring turned into a badge, The Academy replacing The Citadel.

What fascinating magical power, what a proud and unrestrained King.

It was getting more and more interesting.

Marwyn carefully pinned the badge to his chest.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Archmaester Marwyn completed his change of identity.

Joffrey took out a similar black badge from his怀中, "Qyburn, don't just stand there, you certainly have a share, come here."

As he handed the badge to Qyburn, Joffrey casually instructed, "The Research Department will be renamed the Research Institute and incorporated into the Academy. In the future, personnel will mainly be selected from the Academy to supplement the Research Institute as Researchers. Of course, for now, recruit talents as much as possible, regardless of origin."

Qyburn respectfully accepted the order.

Joffrey then looked at the three of them, including Marwyn, "Qyburn, start the implantation. Archmaester Marwyn has come a long way, how can you bear to make him wait for Divine Grace? And the other two, use High-Grade Cores."

Qyburn took out a sharp blade and three Chips.

Marwyn had anticipated this scene. Not only was he not flustered, but he also showed anticipation and excitement.

Sarella Sand and Leo Tyrell, however, were completely bewildered. Seeing the gray-haired old man approaching with a steel knife, they inevitably felt nervous and uneasy, and had no liking for the old man's smile.

Sarella had even prepared to shoot the poison needle she had secretly hidden in her hand.

Fortunately.

Qyburn's blade first sliced open the back of Archmaester Marwyn's neck.

Sarella and Leo both stared intently at Archmaester Marwyn's wound, watching Qyburn's every move.

The gray-haired old man slowly picked up a Chip and carefully and steadily inserted it into Archmaester Marwyn's wound. Even the resilient Doctor couldn't help but twitch his face, showing that it was indeed quite painful.

Leo slightly averted his gaze.

Sarella's eyes remained firm. She wasn't afraid of pain. The question was, how much damage and interference would the Chip cause?

The Chip completely disappeared into the neck.

The gray-haired old man reached out and pressed on the wound. After a few breaths, he moved his hand away, and Archmaester Marwyn's wound had vanished without a trace!

Sarella felt even more shocked and uneasy.

This must be the power of the Magic Runes that King Joffrey spoke of, and it could indeed be shared with others.

Sarella immediately thought of future wars.

Dorne had once resisted the Dragons of Aegon the Conqueror, but could it withstand King Joffrey's terrifying army in the future? What price would it pay?

She dared not delve into the answer to the question.

Moreover, all she could do now was watch quietly, and she was only allowed to do so.

The steel knife and Chip then came behind Leo.

Leo took a deep breath, trying hard to stop his body from trembling. His Eyes were fixed on King Joffrey in front of him, seemingly seeking courage from the King.

Joffrey, meanwhile, was observing Marwyn.

This Doctor, who didn't look like a scholar, had adapted to the current state. He was shaking his head, clicking his tongue in wonder, and muttering something from time to time.

This was not surprising.

When the Divine Grace Light Screen, which only the user could see, was just implanted, almost everyone would turn into this funny and ridiculous appearance.

After all, the Divine Grace Light Screen could be said to bring the host a second world, the world of information.

It's normal to have a strong reaction.

"Your Majesty, if I may be so bold, what are your thoughts on The Citadel?"

Joffrey was slightly surprised. Marwyn hadn't spoken these words aloud, but had sent them through the Divine Grace Light Screen.

He's learning quite quickly.

Joffrey also responded through the Light Screen, "What do you think? Feel free to offer any suggestions, and I will seriously consider all of them."

Joffrey was well aware of The Citadel's importance and its dangers.

The Citadel, which trained Maesters spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, maintained a facade of neutrality, never leaning particularly towards any Lord or King, but instead focusing solely on academic pursuits and serving the realm.

But this did not convince everyone.

The Citadel itself was located in Oldtown and had long received funding from House Hightower of Oldtown.

The Citadel is absolutely neutral?

House Hightower has no influence on The Citadel?

Heh.

What was even more unacceptable to him was that The Citadel was not only suspected of contributing to the extinction of the Dragons, but also stubbornly and foolishly resisted magic and mystic powers.

This was simply too much.

In a world where magic existed, scholars pursuing Knowledge actually rejected truth and held prejudice against objective laws. They were clearly a reactionary force.

They must be overthrown.

The goal was very clear. But how exactly to achieve this result, whether through violent means or through division and co-option, was still open for discussion.

Marwyn, who had seen the light, could play a role.

Marwyn sent a message:

"The Conclave of The Citadel has always detested magic and clings to outdated ideas.

After Your Majesty has brought Highgarden to submission and loyalty, The Citadel will certainly not resist. However, for the greater good of the future, the old fuddy-duddies of The Citadel cannot be allowed to continue hindering the development of the Seven Kingdoms.

But The Citadel is too widely connected, so it is best not to use force.

We can absorb those within The Citadel who are not yet corrupted into the Academy, shatter their prejudices with facts, and let more minds and thoughts be used by us, to explore mysteries for Your Majesty.

It won't take many years for the backward and outdated Citadel to wither away on its own."

Marwyn's words showed his attitude: abandoning The Citadel, pledging allegiance to the Iron Throne, and focusing on building the King's Landing Academy.

Joffrey was very satisfied, "A good suggestion. I believe there are still some talented people in The Citadel. Suitable individuals can be selected for the Academy and placed under your management. The tasks of the Academy will be very heavy, so the more talented people, the better."

Marwyn, of course, wouldn't refuse.

Qyburn withdrew his blood-stained steel knife, "Your Majesty, the three Divine Graces have been bestowed."

Joffrey glanced at the stunned Sarella and Leo, then ignored them and projected a map of King's Landing onto the ground.

"The Academy is for your use. Qyburn, Marwyn, and also Hallyne from the Alchemy Branch, the three of you Doctors will design the blueprints for the Academy together. It must be practical, and it must also be inspiring."

A beam of light fixed onto Flea Bottom.

"The entire Flea Bottom has been cleared out. The Academy will be built here."

Joffrey specifically instructed, "Don't worry about technology, just let your imagination run wild. Think of it as a beautiful dream; any above-ground structure can be successfully built."

A beautiful dream can also become reality? Marwyn felt the weight of the Badge on his chest.

Yes, with this power, what is there to fear?

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