Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

After two nights of torment, Melisandre finally received the king's summons.

She had made all the preparations, determined to make the prophesied prince recognize his own mission and realize that the only true god, the Lord of Light, was the ultimate destination for all people.

The servants closed the door, and she looked up, with only the prince remaining before her.

Joffrey sat calmly at his desk, reviewing reports. "Priestess of the Lord of Light, what brings you here?"

Melisandre prostrated herself devoutly. "Your Majesty, I have seen you in the sacred flames. You are the prince prophesied in the ancient books of Asshai, Azor Ahai reborn, the emissary chosen by R'hllor, the Lord of Light."

"Everything is already destined."

"He has bestowed the power of the gods to resist the cold and the Other."

"Only the Lord of Light!"

"The Seven Gods may appease the ignorant masses, but they are not true gods. Only the Lord of Light and his enemies possess true power in this world. You shall become the divine envoy of the Lord of Light, the hero who saves the world!"

Melisandre's persuasion was much more restrained, as she didn't know how much the prince truly understood about the Lord of Light.

Joffrey closed the report, his eyes fixed on the priestess on the ground.

He could confirm that the Lord of Light was a real existence, and his priests could wield true power, but he didn't know if this power could be observed.

"Melisandre, let me see your skills, the divine power of the Lord of Light."

He took out a bag with a metallic feel, pouring out dozens of smooth gemstones, filled with intangible source energy.

"I hope these will help your spells."

Melisandre looked at the gems on the table with excitement. What fascinating treasures! Each one was filled with power, even more powerful than the ruby around her neck.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Joffrey was even more certain of his guess. Divine spells that require source energy? More like magic.

Could the Lord of Light be a higher-level magician or organization? How is the miracle of resurrection achieved? Is there some kind of magic that can do this?

Melisandre began to chant, not in any language he recognized. Her steps were nimble, her arms and body swaying rhythmically, her wide red robe fluttering in the wind, like a dancing flame, fervent and passionate.

Joffrey watched silently, but was quite puzzled. As a song and dance, it was somewhat interesting, but was this the condition for casting spells?

Melisandre had actually simplified many steps.

In the past, casting spells had to look both easy and impossible to replicate, so that her image would become mysterious and powerful, in order to spread the gospel of the Lord of Light.

But this time, the audience was no ordinary person, and even knew more about true power than she did, so she could only return to simplicity.

At some point, flames surged out of the red robe again.

She couldn't help cheering and laughing, such a powerful fire, with no tricks, the power gained only through spells and gestures.

Joffrey's gaze was fixed on Melisandre's necklace. The moment the flame appeared, a sigil also emerged in the air near the ruby, injecting a force into Melisandre.

The sigil was familiar and strange, like the sigil of a fire rune, but more complex.

He couldn't help but lower his head and ponder.

Melisandre slowly stopped dancing, her red robe completely burned away.

She approached gently, breathing softly, "Your Majesty, you have an immense power within you, let me serve you, and then the shadow of life will be born, it will help you complete your great cause."

Joffrey looked at her face, but what appeared before him was Daenerys's face and silver hair.

He also saw sigils similar to light and spirit.

"Shadow," Joffrey smiled. He wanted to see how much energy it would cost him.

"Daenerys, your Targaryen family has created so much sin. Today, you will pay it all back!" Joffrey slowly unbuttoned his clothes.

"No!" She fled around the room in terror.

"Please, let me go, I haven't seen red yet, people will die!"

She was quite good at acting. Joffrey's interest was piqued. "Let you go? Not to mention whether the people of the Seven Kingdoms agree, my father's spirit in heaven would not allow it. You should lie down obediently."

The two chased each other around the room full of instruments.

"Brother, save me! Viserys, where are you? Don't abandon me!"

Daenerys tried her best to cover her exposed body with her arms, her trembling voice full of fear.

Joffrey responded playfully, "Viserys? He is my attendant, how could he come to interfere? I've already sent him far away. Shout as much as you like."

"Besides, even if he is standing outside the door, do you think he would dare to come in?"

Daenerys glared at him angrily, suddenly staggered, and was immediately pounced on by the king behind her.

"No!" She struggled desperately, but could not get rid of the man on top of her.

Joffrey chuckled, "Take this!"

"Ah ~" She tensed up, tears in the corners of her eyes, letting out a desperate roar.

"Usurper, you, uh, you will not, ah, will not have a good end!" Daenerys shook her head weakly, her cheeks flushed, her breathing becoming shorter and shorter.

Joffrey propped her up and placed her on the desk.

"Say what you want, the only true god, the Lord of Light, has chosen me, why would I be afraid of your little curse?"

Melisandre finally heard the answer.

"No! Lord of Light, why did you choose this person? Can the Other only be resisted by him?"

Joffrey gently stroked her neck, "Dany, you can't see my jokes. The divine grace of the Lord of Light will benefit the world in the name of the gods. The Others and their minions will face all believers, even if they have not yet converted to the Lord of Light. The Others will be defeated!"

Melisandre frowned. Would the Lord of Light be willing to do this?

Joffrey launched a more violent impact, "Don't think so much, just listen, Dany. When the Others appear, and with the guidance of the priests of the Lord of Light, you will naturally convert to the Lord of Light, and you will understand how great an honor it is to serve me."

Daenerys hugged the man tightly.

In any case, as long as the prince himself understands.

She carefully placed her teeth on the man's shoulder, and when the man didn't react any further, she bit down hard. "That's something for later, at least now, don't think you can make me submit easily!"

The tooth marks on Joffrey's shoulder immediately healed, and Melisandre discovered another power.

"Don't waste your energy, the divine power of the Lord of Light is protecting me at all times, I have to admit, I really shoulder a sacred mission, Westeros will become the kingdom of heaven on earth."

Melisandre decided to invite more partners to Westeros, this is the promised land.

At this time, both rune energy and magical energy were sufficient, and Joffrey tried to meditate on the sigil he had just seen in the flame.

There was no movement.

Lord of Light, what exactly are you?

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