Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

“You may leave.”

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

Maester Marwyn, Maester Qyburn, a Sarella Sand with a complex expression, and Leo Tyrell quietly exited the royal chambers together.

The royal chambers finally became quiet.

Hanna gently sat to Joffrey's right, using her body's warmth to soothe the king after a busy day.

To his left, Daenerys continued to listen silently to the king's heartbeat.

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

Except when mentioning Margaery Tyrell and Arianne Martell.

Viserys's betrothed.

He probably doesn't even know, otherwise Viserys definitely wouldn't be able to resist saying something.

Having spent over a decade together day and night, Daenerys believed she knew Viserys well enough, at least the Viserys he once was, before entering King's Landing.

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

Viserys's betrothed.

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

Of course, Ser Darry also knew that Viserys couldn't stand waiting. So, what needed to be waited for? The Dornish marriage, the changes in Westeros, or the actions of certain people?

Could it be as the king said?

Have we always been at the mercy of ambitious schemers?

Numerous figures instantly flashed through Daenerys's mind. Varys, the "Eunuch" in the wooden box, Magister Illyrio, whose throat was pierced by the ruthless Arryn, the governors, princes, great lords, and business tycoons of various Free Cities…

These people were all insidious and cunning, accustomed to scheming and stabbing people in the back.

Without a doubt, if they were willing, it wouldn't be difficult at all to trap Viserys and herself in some conspiracy.

Perhaps the wedding with Khal Drogo was also a scheme by these people.

What kind of ending do they intend to give us?

Thinking of that wedding with corpses strewn across the field, the bloody night in Pentos, Daenerys didn't know whether to rejoice or grieve.

The stability of the Red Keep, versus the unknown of Essos, which life was more worth living?

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

Besides, the Red Keep was very good.

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

And also King's Landing.

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

Daenerys suddenly felt curious.

Her impression of the city outside the Red Keep completely froze on the day of the king's coronation: crowded and bustling, tall towers and low houses, a strong smell of people and livestock, with people of all social classes prostrating themselves before the miracle.

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

What would the king transform it into?

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

“Your Majesty.”

A short figure walked out from the doorway of the side hall, the "Imp" Tyrion, a descendant of House Lannister.

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, rock-carved face, she could imagine the cruel way Tywin betrayed her father and ordered 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.

Why? What were the king's plans?

Daenerys slightly raised her head, but from her angle, she could only see half of the king's profile and couldn't sense any emotion.

Joffrey asked indifferently, “How are the Holy Warriors assigned to the Engineering Bureau performing?”

“Your Majesty, they couldn't be more perfect.”

Tyrion was still amazed by the special powers these people displayed. Joffrey indeed possessed more than just those few types of magic. This latest one he bestowed could directly manipulate matter!

Unlike the "Holy Fire Warriors" who used flames, the "Holy Grace Priests" who excelled at healing and recovery, and the "Holy Shield Warriors" who were invulnerable to swords and spears.

These "Holy Creation Artificers" sent to the Engineering Bureau had other abilities.

Tyrion had seen it with his own eyes.

Without any other assistance, the artificers could instantly create a house from rocks and soil! Solid and exquisite, with no deviation from the blueprint design!

What excellent craftsmen.

They truly deserved the title "Holy Creation."

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

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

Tyrion bowed slightly, “With the power of these artificers, the various tasks undertaken by the Engineering Bureau will be greatly accelerated. If possible, please send more Holy Creation Artificers, Your Majesty, it will surely have miraculous effects.”

Joffrey chuckled, “Alright, I'll consider it.”

Of course, he would only consider it.

Based on the current situation, he already had a clear plan for the distribution of rune power.

A fire rune image required 3 units of rune power and could create a "Holy Fire Warrior," currently numbering about four thousand.

A recovery rune image also required 3 units of rune power, used to create "Holy Grace Priests," now numbering over four hundred.

The solid rune image that created "Holy Shield Warriors" required 4 units of rune power, and about one thousand had been bestowed.

The "Holy Creation Artificers" used the shaping runes obtained from Dragonstone, which could shape the form of matter but couldn't change its properties.

A shaping rune image required 4 units of rune power, and two hundred had been bestowed 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 bestowed upon the Holy Warriors in the near future.

Other runes either consumed too much rune power or had peculiar effects or were prone to losing control, and it wasn't time to popularize them yet.

Overall, these four types of runes were the most cost-effective choice.

In addition.

The distribution ratio of the four types of runes would also remain unchanged.

After all, rune power was still not abundant enough to be wasted at will. Various magics didn't need to be too numerous, just enough.

Moreover, the construction of the eastern half of the city hadn't truly begun, so how many artificers were needed?

Calculating the time, Renly and his Stormland cavalry were about to enter Bronzegate. At that time, his army could advance west at any time, but the transformation of King's Landing was still delayed.

Joffrey couldn't wait any longer.

“Use these artificers to build the King's Landing Academy and rebuild the eastern half of the city.”

Tyrion knew that the reason he had been asked to observe the meeting with Maester Marwyn tonight was for the sake of the eastern half of the city.

“Tyrion, how many people are still stubborn and hindering the great cause of the Holy City?”

Tyrion reported the numbers, “Several dozen civilian houses and businesses, over a hundred belonging to lords of the Seven Kingdoms, and about three hundred belonging to businesses from 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 too high a price and were the least obedient.

“Now is a time of war, let your city watch enforce it, and those who disobey will be treated as spies.”

Joffrey stood up, embracing the two maidens.

“It must be completed before sunset tomorrow. This is a war, only victory is allowed, no failure, no delay.”

Tyrion watched Joffrey enter the bedroom and close the door.

War, eh.

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