Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

"You may go."

Joffrey leaned back against the broad back of the throne and closed his eyes.

Archmaester Marwyn, Qyburn, and the complexioned Sarella Sand and Leo Tyrell quietly withdrew from the bedchamber.

The bedchamber finally became quiet.

Hannah gently sat down on Joffrey's right, comforting the king, who had been busy all day, with the warmth of her body.

On his left, Daenerys still quietly listened to the king's heartbeat.

After speaking so much and deciding so many things just now, the king's heartbeat remained steady and strong, as if it wouldn't be disturbed by anything external.

Except when Margaery Tyrell and Arianne Martell were mentioned.

Viserion's fiancée.

He didn't even know, otherwise Viserion would definitely not have been able to keep it a secret.

Having spent more than ten years together day and night, Daenerys believed she knew Viserion well enough, at least the him of the past, the him before entering King's Landing.

As for now. An attendant, a pet, who hasn't changed?

Viserion's fiancée.

Why didn't Ser Willem Darry tell us about this agreement when he was seriously ill?

Ser Darry certainly knew that Viserion couldn't stand waiting. So, what was there to wait for? The betrothal in Dorne, the changes in Westeros, or the actions of certain people?

Could it be true, as the king said?

Have we always been manipulated by the schemes of ambitious individuals?

Many figures instantly flashed through Daenerys's mind. The "Halfman" Varys in the wooden box, Magister Illyrio, whose throat was pierced by the ruthless Elin's sword, and the magisters, princes, great lords, and wealthy merchants of the various Free Cities...

Each of these people was insidious and cunning, accustomed to playing mind games and attacking from the shadows.

Undoubtedly, if they wanted to, it would be no difficult task to trap Viserion and herself in some scheme.

Perhaps the wedding with the Horse King Drogo was a plot by these people.

What kind of ending did they plan for us?

Thinking of that wedding with corpses strewn everywhere, the Bloody Night in Pentos, Daenerys didn't know whether to feel fortunate or sad about it.

Which life was more worth living, the stability of the Red Keep or the unknown of Essos?

Daenerys closed her eyes, no longer dwelling on such annoying questions. Everything was in the past anyway; the future held only the Red Keep, not Essos.

Besides, the Red Keep was also very good.

Divine Grace made it more and more beautiful and exquisite, more and more magical and fantastical, like a land of fantasy.

And King's Landing.

She heard that King's Landing had changed greatly, and this was just the beginning.

Daenerys suddenly felt curious.

Her impression of the city outside the Red Keep was completely frozen on the day of the king's coronation: crowded and bustling, tall towers and low houses, a strong smell of people and animals, and people of all wealth and status bowing down together under the Miracle.

Compared to the Free Cities across the Narrow Sea, King's Landing was just an ordinary, even backward, city.

What would the king turn it into?

Daenerys was still thinking about how to get the king to take her out of the palace when she heard faint footsteps approaching.

"Your Majesty."

A short figure walked out from the crack in the door of the side hall, the "Halfman" Tyrion, a descendant of the Lannister family.

Daenerys knew she should hate him, but Tyrion was a good person.

Unlike the cold and ruthless Tywin.

Every time she saw Tywin's cold, stone-carved face, she could imagine the cruel scene of Tywin betraying her father and ordering the attack on King's Landing.

Tyrion silently stopped near the council table.

Daenerys suddenly realized that Tyrion had been eavesdropping in the side hall just now.

For what? What were the king's plans?

Daenerys slightly raised her head, but from her angle, she could only see a small part of the king's profile and couldn't discern any emotions.

Joffrey asked indifferently, "How is the Holy War Army assigned to the Engineering Bureau performing?"

"Your Majesty, they couldn't be more perfect."

Tyrion was still amazed by the special power these people displayed. Joffrey indeed had more than just those few types of magic; this latest one granted could directly manipulate matter!

Unlike the "Holy Fire Warriors" who used fire, the "Holy Grace Priests" who specialized in healing and recovery, and the "Holy Shield Warriors" who were impervious to swords and spears.

These "Holy Creation Sorcerers" sent to the Engineering Bureau had another ability.

Tyrion had seen it with his own eyes.

Without any other assistance, in an instant, the sorcerers could shape a house from rock and soil! It was sturdy and exquisite, with no deviation from the design on the blueprint!

What excellent craftsmen.

They truly deserve the word "Holy Creation."

The only thing Tyrion regretted was that the sorcerers couldn't turn scrap metal into gleaming gold, otherwise his job as Master of Coin would be much easier.

Nevertheless, the power displayed by the Holy Creation Sorcerers was already very satisfying.

Tyrion bowed slightly, "With the power of these sorcerers, the various tasks the Engineering Bureau is responsible for will be greatly accelerated. If possible, please send more Holy Creation Sorcerers, Your Majesty, they will surely achieve miraculous results."

Joffrey chuckled, "Alright, I'll consider it."

Of course, it was just a consideration.

According to the current situation, he already had a clear plan for the allocation of Rune Energy.

A Fire Rune Mirror Image required 3 units of Rune Energy and could create a "Holy Fire Warrior." Currently, there were about four thousand such warriors.

A Recovery Rune Mirror Image also required 3 units of Rune Energy and was used to create "Holy Grace Priests." Their number now exceeded four hundred.

A Solid Rune Mirror Image, which created "Holy Shield Warriors," required 4 units of Rune Energy, and about a thousand had been granted.

"Holy Creation Sorcerers" used the Shaping Rune obtained from Dragonstone, which could shape the form of matter but could not change its properties.

A Shaping Rune Mirror Image required 4 units of Rune Energy, and two hundred had been granted so far.

The ratio of the four types of Runes was 20:2:5:1.

According to the plan, only these four types of Runes would be granted to the Holy War Army in the near future.

Other Runes either consumed too much Rune Energy, had peculiar effects, or were prone to losing control, and it was not yet time to popularize them.

Overall, these four types of Runes were the most cost-effective options.

Furthermore.

The allocation ratio of the four types of Runes would not change.

After all, Rune Energy was still not abundant enough to be wasted freely, and not too much magic was needed, just enough to be useful.

Besides, the construction of the East Half City had not truly begun, so how many sorcerers could possibly be needed?

Counting the time, Renly and his Stormlands cavalry were about to enter Bronze Gate, and their army could march west at any time, yet the reconstruction of King's Landing was still delayed.

Joffrey couldn't wait any longer.

"Use these sorcerers to build King's Landing Academy and rebuild the East Half City."

Tyrion knew that the reason he was asked to observe the meeting with Archmaester Marwyn tonight was for the East Half City.

"Tyrion, how many people are still stubborn and obstructing the great cause of the Holy City?"

Tyrion reported the numbers, "Dozens of civilian houses and properties, over a hundred belonging to the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms, and about three hundred properties of the Free Cities."

Tyrion was already familiar with the situation.

Few commoners dared to resist, some lords were unwilling to give up their private property, and the people from the Free Cities demanded exorbitant prices and were the most disobedient to the decree.

"This is wartime. Have your Investigation Team enforce it. Those who disobey will be treated as spies."

Joffrey stood up, putting his arms around the two maidens.

"It must be done before sunset tomorrow. This is a war, only victory is allowed, no failure, no delay."

Tyrion watched Joffrey enter the bedchamber and close the door.

War, huh.

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