108 Chapter 108 - Dinner

An hour later, Asmodeus was led into the grand dining hall. Impeccables lined the entrances and exits, but only four people sat at the table: Tyrion, Missandei, the Grey Worm, and Daenerys herself. When Asmodeus entered, Daenerys gestured with her hand towards the chair opposite her. Asmodeus nodded and took his seat.

"I suggest we dine first and then talk. What do you think, Lord Morningstar?" Daenerys inquired.

"I have no objections," he replied. Upon hearing his words, Daenerys took a small bell from the table and rang it gently.

In response to the bell's signal, various dishes and wines were brought into the hall. Once the food was on the table, Tyrion raised his glass and proposed a toast.

"To victory in war! To Daenerys Targaryen! To new friends! To Lord Morningstar!" Tyrion declared, and with another lift of his glass, he took a sip of wine. The others raised their glasses and followed suit.

The feast began. No one interrupted the dinner with conversation, not Daenerys, nor Tyrion. After half an hour, when all the food had been consumed, Tyrion could no longer resist and decided to speak.

"Lord Morningstar, do not mistake our silence for rudeness, but could you understand us... I speak for myself, but I believe many would agree that we fear you."

"Oh, why would you be afraid?"

"Ha, a good joke. Mr. Morningstar, you might not comprehend how you appear in the eyes of ordinary people... At least the soldiers can't stop whispering about a man who flew in on a dragon and can pull entire cows out of bags."

"Well, perhaps for people who have never encountered magic, that might be true..." Asmodeus finally contemplated. He had spent more time wielding magic than being a mere mortal. The last two years erased the concept of an "mere mortal" from his memory.

"I admit, forgive me for causing you distress. I've forgotten when I last saw someone incapable of casting spells. I see questions in your eyes. As an apology for frightening the lady, feel free to ask any questions. I'll answer to the best of my abilities."

Daenerys was uncomfortable hearing that she had been "frightened," but she suppressed the urge to refute Asmodeus and looked at Tyrion, signaling him to continue.

"As you are so generous, Lord Morningstar, may I ask where you come from? Where was that place we saw in the fiery circle? What is the Magical Empire, and the Supreme Council of Wizards?"

"As you have decided not to miss the opportunity, I commend you. Well then, where should I start... I came to you from the British Isles, at least that's what they used to be called. Now, many inhabitants of my country refer to it as the kingdom 'Adastra,' which translates on one of the languages as 'the path to the stars.' This island is not small, it is located near a continent called 'Europe.'"

"Lord Morningstar, everyone present here is educated, and we have never heard of the British Isles or a continent called Europe, let alone the kingdom Adastra. How can we believe you?"

"Then I'll have to ask you a counter-question. To your shores, has any ship arrived from another continent in the last four days?"

"....."

All contemplated, realizing that the flow of ships to Meereen had stopped. Initially, they thought it was due to the influence of Yunkai and other slave-trading lords. But Varys had granted Tyrion access to his birds. Therefore, Tyrion possesses information. Considering what he had received lately, no ship from Westeros had arrived in Meereen after the strange earthquake. Thus, he decided to ask Asmodeus directly.

"Four days ago, when the earth was shaking. What happened? Is Essos no longer adjacent to Westeros?"

"Clap, clap, clap."

"Well done, you truly are intelligent. Allow me to explain, though it will be challenging... Oh, do you mind?"

Asmodeus noticed an uneaten watermelon on the table with a cavity the size of an apple.

"Um, go ahead..."

Tyrion handed the leftover watermelon to Asmodeus, who also picked up an apple.

"Imagine this watermelon chunk is my world. And this apple is yours."

Asmodeus said and placed the apple into the watermelon chunk.

"My world absorbed yours. And the various continents of your world are now scattered across my world, which is much larger... and more powerful."

"..."

"Your world... You mean to say there are multiple worlds?" Daenerys struggled to utter those words. Tyrion remained silent, staring at the watermelon and apple.

"Oh, your highness the queen, there are countless worlds. I have visited at least three. I've even fought for one of them," Asmodeus said casually, as if it were an everyday occurrence.

While everyone was still in shock, Asmodeus reached for the apple and took a bite.

He didn't know why, but when the worlds merged, it felt like a part of him began to awaken. He started enjoying teasing people.

"Nom, nom, nom."

In a couple of bites, the apple was finished, and Asmodeus set it aside.

"Any more questions?"

At that moment, Tyrion, as if gathering strength, asked, "Your world. If you're telling the truth about it consuming ours, how will you treat the inhabitants of another world? Will you wage war to subjugate us?"

"Huh? What ridiculous thoughts. We're not some kind of beasts. No, no. We'll eliminate threats that may exist in the new world, and then we'll leave. Slavery hasn't been practiced in my world for two centuries, besides..."

Asmodeus clicked his tongue, "Don't take it as rudeness, but without magic, you're useless, even as common folk. Not to mention that 99% of the inhabitants of your world are considered primitives to us. No one from the council would let unverified individuals in, let alone teach them magic... Although some of you don't need training."

Asmodeus's gaze fell on Daenerys, and there was a strange gleam in his eyes. "Do I possess magic?"

"Well, not you... Your lineage contains Mana, which is why you can communicate with dragons. It's quite fascinating. In your blood, apart from Mana, there's an enchantment triggered as an instinct when you interact with a dragon. I can't figure it out myself. I'm more of a battle mage, although my studies in magic are advanced, they're not focused on ritualistic types or those involving blood. It's more of Grindelwald's or Nicholas's specialty."

"....."

Daenerys remained silent for a moment and then asked, "Can I learn to use magic?"

"Yes, although you're poor in Mana, your lineage is truly that of a wizard. With the right stimulation and good training, you could become a proficient fire mage... Hmm, why do I feel like there are too many elemental mages lately with ties to fire... Dumbledore, myself, Aberforth, and now even a young girl..." Asmodeus mumbled the last sentences to himself, but Daenerys heard them.

"Affinity with elements?"

"Sorry, but to explain that to you, you first need to learn the basics of magic. It's not something I can sum up in a few words."

"....."

Daenerys fell silent. While she was quiet, Tyrion gathered his thoughts and asked, "Lord Morningstar, you mentioned eliminating potential threats in the new world. What do you mean by that?"

"Well, different things... Destroying uncontrollable and irrational monsters, preventing potential misguided thoughts of the local rulers."

"...."

"Misguided thoughts?"

"For example, if someone thinks they can attack the inhabitants of my world. The armies of the council would have to destroy a country with such aggressive ideas." Asmodeus looked at Daenerys.

Daenerys averted her gaze, not that she was contemplating attacking the territories Asmodeus mentioned. His eyes just turned red at the last moment and looked dangerous.

"Cough, cough. I believe that among our allies, there are no such ideas, but some people in Westeros won't shy away from attempts to acquire more land...."

"Lord Tyrion, don't worry. The members of the council of wizards have not only gone to Essos. All lands are currently being assessed for their danger, safety, aggressiveness, etc."

Asmodeus swiftly cut down Tyrion's idea of directing the aggression of Asmodeus and the council towards his beloved sister.

"Okay, fair enough..."

"Alright, let's talk openly. I don't mind helping Daenerys Targaryen take the throne and conquer Westeros. But what will I get in return?"

"Our friendship!"

"Excuse me, but you seem to misunderstand the power difference between us. I don't want to boast, but any of the 13 Archmages can independently destroy ten cities like Meereen within an hour. I mean with their own hands, without relying on dragons or armies. You might think it's the ramblings of a madman, but..."

Behind Asmodeus, black flames erupted, separating the space around the table from the rest of the room. Guards drew their weapons, ready to protect the queen, but then Daenerys shouted, "DON'T TOUCH THE FLAMES!"

She could clearly sense the deadly threat from this strange black fire, which had nothing to do with the flames she bathed in at the Dothraki city. Fortunately for Daenerys, before anyone disobeyed her command and touched the fire, Asmodeus snapped his fingers, and the flames disappeared.

The most terrifying part was the aftermath on the stone slabs, revealing the impact of what had just occurred: indentations around the table, about 10 centimeters deep.

Everyone present swallowed nervously. Daenerys asked, "This isn't all your power, is it? The appearance of that fire seemed too simple."

"You're perceptive, Your Majesty. That wasn't even one percent. I can release enough flames to make any city in the world disappear in a matter of minutes. Of course, I'm not talking about cities in my world; there, too many protective spells are cast on the buildings. Even I would have to exert myself to inflict significant damage."

"Then what do you want? Territories don't interest you, and neither do people. What is it that you desire?"

"I am ready to help the Targaryens reclaim the throne of Westeros. But..."

"Someone is calling you, someone is calling you, someone is calling you!"

A strange voice echoed in the hall. People looked around and found no one speaking.

"Excuse me, it's my beetle phone."

Asmodeus apologized and pulled a small beetle from his chest pocket. It shook, buzzed, and screamed, "Someone is calling you!"

"Accept the call, put it on speaker." Asmodeus looked at those present and said, "It's not proper for a guest to hide something from the host."

"Is that you, Asmodeus?"

"Yes, it's me. What's going on, Gellert?"

"Asmodeus, we're standing in front of a wall about 200 meters high. Both Albus and I sense abundant mana around it. By the way, we found a natural-born wizard. Near this wall, there's a small town. We used the Disillusionment Charm to get inside. There's a young lad, about twenty years younger than you, and he has mana. Modest, but it's there. Honestly, he could pass for a squib. But we heard he recently came back to life. So, we believe he might truly be able to use his power, at least to heal injuries through subconscious magic release, like children in magical bursts."

"What's his name?"

"Jon Snow. They call him the bastard of House Stark and the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. By the way, here's the amusing part. Stark! Initially, I wanted to call Tony and ask when he had children in another world. Haha, too bad Albus said that informing you about the local situation is more important. Beyond the wall, there's a strange gathering of ice elements. Additionally, the locals are divided into two groups—those serving on the wall and those, for some reason, called wildlings. This Jon Snow allowed the wildlings inside the wall because an army of undead, known as the white walkers, is advancing towards them, bringing winter with them. In short, we want to go on a reconnaissance mission."

At this point, Tyrion spoke up, "Wait, Lord Gellert. Did you say Jon Snow possesses magic? And he let wildlings inside the wall because an undead army is approaching? Those are white walkers! This is all true. First, dragons, then wizards, and now white walkers. What is happening to this world..."

"Uh, Asmodeus, who was that?"

"Just a local. A rather intelligent lad. An advisor to the local queen, who happens to be a natural-born mage with a bloodline spell allowing her to communicate with dragons."

"Oh? Something similar was mentioned by Albus recently regarding this lad, Jon."

Silence hung in the hall. Asmodeus smiled to himself and added mentally, 'Gellert, thank you for supporting my spectacle!' But he said aloud,

"Hmm, strange. Based on what I've learned in the last two days, this trait is unique to the Targaryens. A bloodline in this world."

"Oh, interesting, interesting, gossip. Hey, Albus, give me the phone! Hello, Asmodeus. What do you think? Should we venture further north beyond the wall? I used Legilimency on some of the locals. There's an entire army there. Though I'm confident I can retreat with Gellert if necessary, I'm not sure about certain special undead creatures I saw in the memories of these people. Maybe we shouldn't reveal our cards just yet? I suggest observing the locals and assisting them if necessary."

"Do as you see fit, just don't let Grindelwald go there alone. If he uses Fiendfyre and it goes out of control, I don't know the coordinates or what this wall looks like, so I won't be able to come and take the fire under my control if needed."

"Hey, I was the best at controlling Fiendfyre in the world!"

Somewhere behind them, Grindelwald's voice chimed in, "Alright, Albus, stay in touch. I'll ask Rowena to prepare two emergency response squads in case of extreme necessity."

"Alright, see you."

"Yeah, until next time."

"Call ended."

In the room, everyone looked at Asmodeus and hesitated to speak because he didn't hide the phone but instead pressed on it and said, "Calling Rowena Ravenclaw."

"Calling. Ding, the caller has accepted your call. Connecting."

"Rowena, hi."

"Hello, baby. How are you there? Having fun?"

"Eh, so-so. Athena sank the fleet of some slave traders today, and nothing particularly interesting happened."

"Oh, at least I didn't lose anything by not going with you."

"I think you'll have a chance. Albus and Gellert already have found our potential enemies. The undead with certain ice magic abilities."

"Oh, interesting, interesting. Is the creation process similar to an Inferius? Salazar would be thrilled to study something like that."

"I don't know where they came from. I think the pseudo-god mentioned by Primis might have something to do with it. Anyway, it doesn't matter. I'm calling you to form two squads of 500 mages each from the Flame Knights. Pick those who excel in large-scale destructive magic. If they're experienced in using Fiendfyre, even better, and try to choose more long-range mages. If a brawl breaks out, I'll be on the front lines, and they'll provide artillery support."

"Wow, you're preparing for a serious cleanup."

"Well, you have to be prepared for anything. Besides, I want to hone the skills of direct confrontation between armies for our people. They're good in 1v1 combat, but unfortunately, coordination in groups larger than 30 people is lacking."

"Easy for you to say! All you do all day is teach your S class. The academy is on me! The council is on me! Research other than fire and spatial magic is on me!!!"

"Oh, don't be mad, please. When we clear the territories of potential enemies, I'll take you on a journey through the local ruins. Maybe we'll find remnants of ancient mages here."

"Alright, you convinced me. I'll prepare enough troops for you to have someone to fight. By the way, if a war breaks out, bring Tony with you. I'm afraid if he stays here for another month, either Nicholas will die of rage, or he'll kill Tony."

"Oh? What's going on?"

"Tony decided that since the Philosopher's Stone can be used to produce gold, he can make all his suits entirely gold. You know, for the aesthetics... Well, when Nicholas saw that, he chased Tony for two hours, almost went into combat mode."

"Huh? What's the problem? It's Tony's suit, and Nicholas has a whole basement full of those Philosopher's Stones."

"Nicholas isn't against Tony using the Philosopher's Stone. He's upset that Tony turned to gold the suits he was working on. The problem is that the material changed, and the internal structure changed, so Nicholas has to reapply charms to the suits, cut new runes, and so on."

"..."

"Maybe we brought the wrong Tony Stark with us? He's not very bright..."

"Well, anyway, if a brawl breaks out, take Tony with you."

"Alright, if I don't burn everyone beforehand, I'll invite Tony."

"Okay, for now."

"See you, kisses."

"Same to you."

"Call ended."

Asmodeus pocketed his phone and surveyed the room. Tyrion just looked lost and muttered something like "He talks through a bug. White Walkers exist. Jon Snow is also a wizard and can resurrect from the dead..." to himself.

Grey Worm and Missandei were just staring into their wine glasses, contemplating whether to drink or not.

Daenerys, with a slightly odd tone, asked, "This Rovena Ravenclaw. Who is she? Your wife?"

"Well, sort of. Although we're not officially married, she's my woman and companion. By the way, she's the second most powerful sorceress in the world after me, and it's better not to anger her. She has a playful character, but when she's angry..."

Asmodeus remembered the scene when Grindelwald was hanging upside down on a tree, tied up in a shibari style, for saying that Rovena was older than him.

"Uh-huh..." Daenerys lowered her head slightly, as if contemplating something.

"So, where were we?" Asmodeus asked with a smile on his face.

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