Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Kottanai Penrose stood on the city wall as he had yesterday.

He wore no helmet, and carried no sword.

He wore copper-plated armor, the brown-yellow background of his coat of arms emblazoned with two crossed white feather pens and the family's motto—"A Covenant as Proof."

A silver-white cloak with a hexagram was clasped on his left shoulder.

A Covenant as Proof. Kottanai Penrose gazed at the dust and smoke faintly visible outside the city, and silently prayed.

May he keep his promise.

For some indescribable thing, Kottanai Penrose had gambled everything he had, betting on Joffrey's integrity.

For Lord Renly? For Edric?

Kottanai Penrose took a deep breath, the salty, war-tinged wind filling his chest.

A rumble sounded in the air, and the stone slabs under his feet seemed to vibrate constantly. Was it the sea, or the cavalry charging in formation?

Probably both.

He looked left and right, hundreds of cannons gleaming between the battlements, ready to unleash an even more violent tremor than the waves and cavalry at a moment's notice.

King Joffrey said he would not use these cannons right away. In any case, the living were more valuable than the dead, as long as they were obedient.

Kottanai Penrose knew this to be true.

The fall of Storm's End could be considered quite peaceful. Apart from the initial impact of the cannons and the chaos at the beginning of the city's fall, most of the people inside the city survived.

Very few people disobeyed.

Those who survived quickly became King Joffrey's loyal subjects, daring not to complain, much less cause trouble. Especially with the bizarre creation called "Divine Grace" as insurance.

Divine Grace.

Only one night. Kottanai Penrose had been granted the Divine Grace light screen for only one night, but he already thoroughly understood his situation.

This was another world, a new world.

He saw countless books, precious knowledge.

He saw the entire history of Westeros, from the Dawn Age and the Age of Heroes tens of thousands of years ago to the more detailed modern era, from the declining Children of the Forest and the First Men to the still active Andals, Rhoynar, Valyrians, and Wildlings.

Familiar or unfamiliar names, glorious or dark stories, were shocking and mesmerizing.

However.

Kottanai Penrose was not completely ignorant of history. Some of the records in the light screen were originally controversial or vague, with little evidence. Some records had never been heard of.

Was it just decided like that?

He keenly realized the terrible nature of these records in the light screen.

Only a day had passed, and the stable boys, servants, maids, and children, everyone in Storm's End could learn to read and see the history he saw in the Divine Grace light screen.

Most of them were still illiterate, and knew nothing about the knowledge exclusive to the nobility, like a blank sheet of paper.

And now, the Divine Grace light screen could draw on these blank sheets of paper at will.

This was just the beginning.

It was conceivable that after successive victories, in a few years or a dozen years, the entire Seven Kingdoms would be shrouded in Divine Grace.

At that time, what would be real? What would be history?

When and who did the illustrious nobility originate from?

Did the extinct families really exist? Were the Children of the Forest and heroes just fictional?

Did the First Men and the Andals conquer each other?

Were the Rhoynar friends, enemies, or did they not exist at all?

It was all in the king's mind.

The thought of this helpless and terrifying future made Kottanai Penrose feel cold all over.

And this was not entirely groundless speculation.

For each family, the light screen contained very detailed information.

From every existing member, the castles, towns, and every inch of land belonging to them, to the titles, honors, and industries they possessed, nothing was left out.

There was only one exception—ancient origins.

Through the light screen, people could know the glamorous, wealthy, and powerful side of each family, but they did not know why the nobles obtained this enviable status.

Yes, the common people passed down many legends and stories, and were also clear about the glorious deeds of their lords in the past. But after all, most people knew very little about most nobles.

In the past, they were ignorant and had no ability to express dissatisfaction. But Divine Grace simultaneously made up for these two shortcomings.

Kottanai Penrose already knew that the five thousand Royal Guards beside the king were not the whole story. There were as many as tens of thousands of "Holy War Army" soldiers with the same abilities, and that was far from the limit.

Without a doubt, most of these people were of humble origin. As long as the king gave the order, they would be happy to destroy any noble family with thousands of years of heritage.

Would the king give the order?

Kottanai Penrose also saw a new term—"Governor."

At first glance.

It seemed similar to his position as acting castellan, but in reality, there was a world of difference.

Acting castellans served their own liege lords, while the appointment and removal of governors depended entirely on the king's will, and they would only serve the king.

A huge change!

And it wasn't just a hypothesis. Kottanai Penrose had already seen real changes.

Governor of Rain House—Ser Ge ** Wilde. Note: The new Earl of Rain House—Richard Wilde

When he saw this record, Kottanai Penrose felt extremely heavy in his heart.

He seemed to foresee the future of the Penrose family. A minor Earl, an ambitious governor from a collateral line. Who was the master of Parchments?

What surprised him even more was that he could actually see the images of the "Battle of Rain House."

It didn't look like a war at all, even more helpless than the fall of Storm's End. The entire castle was submerged by "cannon" shells and turned into ruins.

Kottanai Penrose's guess was correct. Cannons were more suitable for warships.

For the past thousands or tens of thousands of years, cliffs and coasts had been natural barriers for castles. But in the face of King Joffrey's fleet, this barrier had dissipated with the wind and become the weakest and most fatal part.

Just by sending a fleet along the coast, any castle could be easily captured.

The truth was indeed so.

Greenstone, Weeping Town, Stonehelm, Amberly, the Eyrie…

Kottanai Penrose read the battle records in the light screen and finally understood King Joffrey's strategy.

It was indeed arrogant, but it had sufficient confidence.

Cape Wrath and the Dornish Marches had been completely occupied, and the entire southern Stormlands had changed hands.

Highgarden had become the next target. Loras Tyrell had been appointed as the "Governor of Highgarden," and the route of advance was already very clear.

Could Highgarden successfully defend itself?

Kottanai Penrose dared not imagine so. The only difference was whether to give up resistance from the beginning, or to surrender after the defense was frustrated.

The result was already doomed.

Highgarden changed sides, the North had always been the enemy, and the Royal Guards of the southern Stormlands were watching with eager eyes.

Who surrounded whom?

Kottanai Penrose's eyes were heavy, watching the countless cavalry outside the city stop and hesitate. He sighed deeply in his heart.

A Covenant as Proof.

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