Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 72: The Storm in the Map Room

The sea churned.

A storm suddenly descended.

The boundless dark sea stubbornly crashed against the jagged Dragonstone Island from below, while the sky poured down an endless stream of silver rain, vowing to submerge everything on the surface.

The castle became both quiet and violent.

The bonfires, statues, and human figures were swallowed by the Lord of Darkness, and the sounds of speech, footsteps, and horns were obscured by the storm god scattering rain.

What could be seen?

Shadows, shadows, and more shadows.

What could be heard?

The wind laughed wildly, the rain sang loudly, the sea roared, and the castle groaned, but there was no human voice to be heard.

Suddenly, the darkness flashed for a moment. The bright, blinding light pierced the heart, proclaiming the supreme divine power.

People sincerely appreciated the gentle light bestowed by the gods on ordinary days.

Boom ~ ~ ~

The suppressed, deep, and heavy thunder mercilessly shook people's hearts and souls.

The sky roared in anger.

No matter how many times they experienced it, the power of the storm still allowed humans to see their own insignificance.

People trembled and hid deep within the castle, away from the light, wind, rain, and sounds, like earthworms burrowing into the ground.

However, the map room, which stood at the highest point of the main castle, was an exception.

It still contained candlelight and human figures.

"The storm is getting bigger and bigger. Your Majesty, let's move to another place to discuss matters," Onion Knight said, looking worriedly at little Shireen.

Joffrey closed his eyes and listened. The rumbling sound echoed incessantly within the stone walls.

Dragonstone's main castle was called Stone Drum Tower, and it was said that its ancient walls would rumble whenever a storm came.

It lived up to its name.

Another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and the light shone through the four high windows into the map room, instantly making the candlelight almost nonexistent.

He opened his eyes. The detailed map of Westeros was carved on the twenty-meter-long "map table" in front of him, and the position of the high platform under his seat corresponded exactly to Dragonstone.

Once upon a time, Aegon the Conqueror sat here overlooking the entire Westeros.

He raised his eyes. The earls and their subordinates stood quietly in various parts of the hall, waiting for instructions. What respectful and obedient vassals they were.

Joffrey smiled. "The storm is not my enemy. Listen, it's welcoming me."

The storm beat against the closed high windows and stone walls. The people looked at each other, but the constantly flashing light prevented them from seeing each other's expressions clearly.

"Have you all forgotten?" Joffrey pointed to the harbor. "Decades ago, the last Targaryen fleet was torn apart by a violent storm here. Daenerys was even named 'Stormborn' because of this. Does she take this as an honor?"

"Why don't we make a bet? I guess today's storm won't harm the Royal Fleet. What do you say?"

Joffrey scanned the crowd.

"I support Your Majesty!" Earl Seaworth of Crackclaw Point seemed to shout with all his strength, but the sound the crowd heard was still slightly weak.

The little earl of Sharp Point was the second to stand up, "May the storm favor Your Majesty."

The rest of the people had no choice but to echo.

Joffrey sighed. "That's boring. Isn't there anyone who objects?"

No one dared to answer.

"Then let's start the meeting. It's better to finish it early, so as not to make Ser Davos wait anxiously."

He stretched out his right hand, and a roll of parchment was handed out from the shadows behind him.

Everyone stared as the scroll was unrolled circle by circle.

Joffrey opened it and looked at it, then handed the parchment to his left, "Jon, let the adults take a look at this news."

The black-haired bastard walked out of the shadows and passed the scroll to everyone in the hall in order.

Earl Velaryon couldn't help but exclaim, "Lord Renly is suspected of participating in the murder of His Majesty Robert and Duke Stannis. He has fled King's Landing. How is this possible!?"

The pious Earl Sunglass looked serious, "If this is true, Renly, who has committed the crime of kinslaying, will not be tolerated by the Seven Gods. His only ending is to fall into the Seven Hells after death!"

The other lords and knights also argued endlessly about this.

Joffrey clapped his hands, and the hall immediately quieted down.

"I don't want to believe it either. But Uncle Renly did leave King's Landing quietly at night, without planning to see me again. Why?"

Why? Everyone looked at the young king.

Joffrey's face flickered uncertainly in the lightning. "Everyone, if that day really comes, are you willing to defend the legitimate inheritance of the royal family and fight for the monarch to whom you swore allegiance?"

There was only one answer. All the figures knelt down together, "It would be an honor!"

Joffrey stood up from the high platform. "Good! With everyone's support for the royal family, Uncle Renly will definitely calm down and save the Seven Kingdoms from the threat of war."

"I order," he looked at several earls.

"Each forty warships of the Dragonstone Port Fleet shall be divided into a sub-fleet.

The First Fleet will sail to Storm's End to persuade Uncle Renly to return to the palace.

The Second Fleet will clear Blackwater Bay and the Narrow Sea waterway.

The Third Fleet will return to King's Landing with me, specializing in guarding the Blackwater River and King's Landing Port.

The Fourth Fleet will remain stationed at Dragonstone.

The position of Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Fleet is temporarily vacant and will be rewarded based on merit in the future."

Joffrey's tone was firm. "Everyone, decide now, which fleet do you want to be the commander of?"

Everyone held their breath. Fleet commander?!

Joffrey took out a crystal ball and placed it on the map table at the location of Blackwater Bay.

The surging light magic energy was suddenly activated, and a round of white sun rose on the eastern sea of the Westeros continent on the table, casting a huge shadow outline on the curved stone wall.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the map, and every place was clearly visible.

Here was the Vale with its crisscrossing valleys, there was the Westerlands with its mountains full of gold and silver, the vast North, the fertile Reach, the arid Dorne, the coastal Stormlands…

Standing on Dragonstone was His Majesty, the King of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.

His Majesty smiled faintly, "It was too dark just now. That's the only bad thing about the storm. Now it's much clearer. Let's continue."

Earl Velaryon stepped forward and bowed down.

Supernatural power, the power of the Valyrian Freehold!

His face was filled with unstoppable excitement and shock, "Your Majesty, I am willing to be the commander of the First Fleet, to fight for you at Storm's End and bring back Renly Baratheon!"

Earl Sunglass prayed sincerely to the Seven Gods, and then knelt down to request an order, "I am willing to be the commander of the Second Fleet, to sweep the seas for Your Majesty."

The elderly Earl Seaworth was about to speak, but Davos rushed in front of Joffrey first.

"Your Majesty, will Miss Shireen return to the Red Keep with you?"

Joffrey nodded.

Davos immediately prostrated himself on the ground, "I beg Your Majesty to allow me to join the Third Fleet. I swear by all my honor and reputation that I will definitely offer eternal loyalty! Never waver!"

Joffrey walked down the high platform and helped up the Onion Knight, "Then you will be the commander of the Third Fleet. Do a good job in the future."

"Earl Seaworth, Earl Balemond," Joffrey walked over and patted the old man and the boy on the shoulders, "The responsibility of staying behind at Dragonstone is heavy. You must discuss matters together and ask for instructions often. The Red Keep is not too far away anyway."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The meeting ended, and everyone withdrew from the map room. Lady Selyse, who was waiting anxiously outside, immediately rushed in.

"Shireen!" She immediately hugged her daughter, then looked at Joffrey angrily, "Your Majesty, have you decided how to deal with our mother and daughter?"

Joffrey was not anxious or annoyed, "I am confident that I can cure Shireen's greyscale disease. Naturally, I will take her with me when I set off tomorrow. Madam wouldn't have the heart to watch Shireen continue to be tormented by illness, would you?"

Selyse couldn't believe it, "Cure greyscale?"

"I never lie."

Joffrey turned to look at the storm outside the window, "King's Landing and the Red Keep have changed, and they will get better and better. I believe Shireen and you will like it."

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