Chapter 27-[The King Burns]

Jon listened to his men tell him the situation, a week had passed since his victory and coronation as king of Yunkai.

He had divided Yunkai's improvements into groups.

Protection and law, they ensured that there were no thefts, they investigated citizens who had slaves after it was prohibited, or the handling of illegal merchandise on the black market.

It was led by Dario with his mercenaries and Gray Worm with his unsullied.

Dario was in charge of robberies and the black market.

Gray Worm of the slaves.

Gray Worm didn't seem to like Dario at all.

The second group was the merchants.

It was led by one of the mercenaries who came with him to Valyrian, he had relatives in the markets of Myrs so he handled the merchants easily. His name was Mel Abrante.

The third was the reforms, he had no choice but to put a leader of the ancient Yunkai in this, he had to rebuild everything he destroyed in the war, and he did not have the means. A man named James Arenas, formerly a citizen of Dorne, who came to live in Yunkai after a problem with his family.

And finally, Sansa was the fourth in charge of healing the wounded.

Jon listened to everything that was said.

Gray Worm had arrested more than twenty people in the market, who were still trafficking slaves.

He gave a dozen more merchants on the black market.

Mel had easily handled the merchant stalls, but he reported how little food there was.

James also informed that he had to get materials from outside to recover the doors, without costing the hundreds of houses that were now ruins and his people in the streets.

Jon began by handing out direct orders.

" Gray Worm, execute all the slavers, let it be public that will make others hesitate to follow in their footsteps, their resources will be divided ten percent for the families with the threat that if it is done again everyone will be executed, twenty percent for the slaves who were freed from those slavers, the rest will be taken by the new Yunaki government and used to improve the assets " he said.

The unsullied nod.

"Dario, take all the belongings of those arrested for merchandise trafficking, take eighty percent of them and put them as a traffic fine, put the rest on a boat and burn it, as an example of what will happen if it continues," he said.

Dario laughed.

"With pleasure," he said with a smile, unable to see the nobles' faces.

"Mel, the food will be there at night, enough for several weeks, but in the meantime, you can loot the markets of those who died in battle, that will last several days for the moment, my fiancée must already be aware of it," he said.

Mel nodded.

"Then I'll start organizing the goods," he said.

Jon turned to James.

"James, there are several mansions and palaces of nobles who died, use two of them to accommodate the citizens without houses, also destroy another of the mansions, and obtain materials to rebuild, until materials arrive, we will use what we have," he said this.

James nodded.

The boy turned to his sister.

"I need more doctors, or at least a center, I can't do it alone," she said.

Jon nodded.

"I will send you mercenaries to handle basic medicine, but there aren't many, try to use your skills with caution, you don't want to exhaust yourself quickly," he said.

She nodded.

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Sansa sighed tiredly, several days had passed, but the wounded were too many, she had treated more than twenty people that day alone.

She was not like in battle.

In battle, euphoria dominated her, she did not take into account the exhaustion after it.

But when things calmed down, after the battle, she used a lot of mana, though she had a lot of it, but not enough for the necessary healing.

Not to mention that she had created dozens of health potions, so that the mercenaries that Jon gave her could heal the wounded.

"Holy Sansa, thank you very much," She heard an old woman say to her.

Sansa smiled at her.

"Don't be afraid to ask me for anything," she told her.

The old woman started to cry and hugged her, and Sansa hugged her back lovingly.

The mercenaries brought a man, this time with an injured chest. Sansa learned that he was one of the survivors of the battle.

Jon forgave everyone who gave up.

He didn't see the difference between the nobles, or the slaves.

He saw them all as ordinary citizens.

According to Jon, there were citizens among the mercenaries who were forced to participate in the battle, to defend the masters.

The death toll exceeded ten thousand.

"Let me see," she asked him.

She saw that his chest was red, as if the blood inside his body was trying, and failing, to escape it.

'An internal wound' She thought.

" Flower Coat " She murmured.

"Here, put it on the wound," she said.

The man looked at the cape, folded it carefully, and put it on.

"Heal," she whispered, the wound was improving but it was not completely healed, Sansa felt a shine in her eyes and found herself in the white room. She walked to the computer.

{Congratulations, you have leveled up!

You have six skill points to spend.}

Sansa pressed on player menu

{Name: Sansa Stark

Level: 8

Skill Points 6

Exp: 0/440

Skills:

White Magic Level: 4}

The girl didn't hesitate to use white magic.

{The player has selected White Magic.

Do you want to improve white magic to level 5?

The girl said yes. And she felt a suffocating heat run through her.

White Magic Level: 5 acquired

White magic consumes a percentage of mana per spell, some spells are for attacking, others for defense, while others even have a time limit.

Cost: 50 mana per spell

Rapid Heal: Healing buff, heals a large portion of health.

Recover parts: can reattach lost body parts.}

Sansa smiled and left the room.

"Rapid Heal," Sansa murmured.

The boy felt heat in his chest and took off his cloak.

His chest had returned to normal.

"Thank you," he whispered in wonder.

Sansa smiled.

"Now be more careful," she told him.

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Robb looked at the girl.

"Let's see if I understand, you offer me freedom in exchange for convincing the free people to kneel," the blonde asked with a provocative smile.

Robb used all the self-control in him to not fall into temptation.

"That's right," he said.

"Look, I know you're cute, but not that cute," she told him.

Robb rolled his eyes.

"I am giving you freedom, and an option so that your people are not massacred," he said.

Val raised an eyebrow.

"Do you remember the dead, my people are currently being massacred, do you think they will give up their way of life for you?" she asked.

"It's that, or stay on that side of the wall," said Robb.

Val sighed.

"I don't promise anything...My people, they are called the free people, and we love that way of being, we don't kneel before anyone...It's not impossible, I admit it, but I doubt I can convince them" she said.

"Look on the bright side, at least you'll be away from me," he said with a smile.

Val laughed.

Robb felt his lips on hers.

" Why would I stay away from my husband? "she said.

Robb blinked.

"What?" the confused man muttered but Val shook her head.

[T/N: What?!]

"Tell your men to escort me then…And about Mance? "she asked.

Robb ignored the previous comment.

"Nothing good," he said.

He watched Val walk out of there, and touched his lips.

"His majesty, the prisoner is ready," said the guard.

The boy sighed and looked at the den.

"Do you have it?" he asked.

The guard gave him a small leather bag.

Robb leaves the room and is escorted to the dungeon.

"His majesty," Mance greeted with some mockery.

"His majesty," Robb responded with the same tone.

Mance smiled in amusement.

"What do you want?" He asked calmly.

"It's all over," he said.

"For me, yes, not for you," Mance said.

Robb nodded.

" Yes, it's true. But what about your people? " he asked.

"Threats so soon? What can this prisoner do to stop the king of the north? " the man said dramatically.

"I am not threatening you, and your people do not have to fear me," he said.

"I don't have to fear you?" Mance said in disbelief then laughed.

"The rumors about you in these cells do not change, Robb Stark…The one who killed a thousand men, the werewolf…Oh let's not forget the murderer of Varamyr Sixskins "he said.

"The old man with the shadowcat?" asked Robb.

Mance gave another laugh.

"Oh if I listened to you, the old man with the shadow cat...One of the most talented skinchangers, he plagued the north for years, he took goods and women at ease, he lived a life like kings, at least kings beyond the wall" he said.

He didn't seem that strong to Robb.

"All the towns were afraid when he came, he took what he wanted, you don't even know what it cost me to bring him to my side, but he didn't last even five minutes against you, a shame really, a bastard, without a doubt. But a powerful one," Mance whispered.

Robb looked at him and quickly realized that he didn't have time.

"Stannis intends to burn you alive," he told him.

Mance sighed.

"I don't want to die," he admitted.

"Then kneel, make your people do it, if they join Stannis he will leave you alive, he will give you a castle, a title...Your people can live" Robb pleaded.

Mance smiled.

"Powerful, but young, you don't understand, Robb Stark, what it really means to be free... We don't kneel king of the north, not before Stannis, not before anyone... That's the life of the free people," he said.

"I sent Val to negotiate," Robb admitted.

"She will fail, she is a good woman, a good woman of steel... But she will fail," he said.

Robb opened the leather bag. And he took out some leaves.

Mance received them when he gave them to him.

"Eat them, before they burn you, the poison will kill you anytime between three to five minutes after eating them," he said.

"Thank you," Mance whispered.

"Good luck in your next life," Robb said.

"And you in your wars," Mance whispered.

Robb turned around.

"If Val is successful. Can you take care of my wife and son? " Mance begged.

Robb nodded.

"If she succeeds, they will enjoy the protection of Winterfell," the young king promised before leaving.

Robb waited half an hour before Mance was escorted by guards to Stannis.

"You are offered amnesty, in exchange for your people following me. What is your answer? " asked the king.

Mance smiled at him.

"Good luck in future wars," he told him.

Stannis nods.

Two guards took Mance and carried him to the bonfire, he fell to the ground. Robb noted how this was on purpose, the hands-on his mouth indicating that he ate the leaves.

Mance was burning, but Robb saw his eyes closed, he was dead.

Most of Stannis's men looked at Mance expecting screams and pleas, but nothing came from him, no one knew he was already dead.

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Arya looked at the sea from a small port.

"Hello dear, are you lost?" She heard and turned to see a kind old woman.

Arya smiled and quickly stabbed her in the shoulder.

The old woman shouted in a girl's voice.

"You think I'm so stupid," Arya said, punching her in the face and running out of there.

The old woman got up, cursing her, she ran and she noticed that she was a young woman of no more than fifteen, she followed Arya.

The girl reached a beach and went into a cave, she unearthed the sword that her brother Jon had given her all those years ago.

"Summon smoke bomb," she muttered and a round smoke bomb appeared in her hand.

"Muffle," she murmured.

"I don't see you," said the fifteen-year-old girl as she entered.

Arya looked at her and squeezed her sword.

"So you hid your weapons here, you were never one of us," she said.

"No, I wasn't," Arya admitted.

Without saying anything else she threw the bomb to the ground, a cloud of smoke covered the cave.

"What is that?" the faceless woman said in amazement.

And then she screamed.

The small Needle sword pierced her shoulder.

She thrust her blade forward, but she only hit the smoke.

Another stab wound came to her this time in her left thigh.

The faceless woman cursed.

"I see... Interesting, but I didn't just train my eyes" she said smiling while she closed her eyes and waited to hear Arya's attack.

She didn't hear anything, but she felt a sting on her chest, and then she felt liquid running down it.

She opened her eyes and noticed that her heart was pierced by the small sword.

"I didn't hear anything," she muttered.

"I don't make noise," Arya said and the woman fell to the ground.

Arya felt her eyes shining, she entered the white room and went to the computer.

{Congratulations, you have leveled up!

You have four skill points to spend.}

The girl sighed when she saw that she still couldn't improve her Concealment Magic, and left the room.

She had only one goal.

"Chameleon," she said.

She became transparent and walked to the house with the black and white door.

She looked at Jaqen as she entered, he was meditating in a corner.

And she thust the point of the needle into his neck.

Jaqen opened his eyes and saw nothing.

Arya felt the magic end and she became visible, but Jaqen didn't change his expression.

"The girl has hidden abilities," the murderer congratulated.

"You sent her to kill me," she said.

Jaqen smiled.

"However, only you are here..." he said.

Arya smiled.

"I'm Arya Stark, and I'm going home," she said, removing the sword.

Jaqen looked at her and nodded.

Arya felt a light in her eyes. And she again entered the white room and walked confused to the computer.

{Congratulations, you have obtained a title.

Titles increase the amount of skill points the player receives each level.

Name: Arya Stark

Level: 7

Title: 

Faceless Assassin (+1 skill point)

Skill Points 4

Exp: 220/400

Skills:

Concealment Magic Level: 4

[T/N: HUH?! That's the end, now that, that's a real bitch move. I'll be taking that. If you like this chapter then leave a comment, write a review, and drop some stones. If you want to read a few advanced chapters then check out the P@treon or the Ko-fi.]

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