Chapter 126 - Letter

At this time, the army transported by Aisha, accompanied by two thousand wizards and five dragons, was already approaching the shores of England.

Asmodeus had been flying on Athena for a day straight towards Highgarden. From there, he would open a direct passage for the Tyrells and two thousand wizards to save time. But the distance was not short, and the flight would take some time.

While Aisha was ferrying the army to Dorne and waiting for Euron's ambush and Asmodeus was flying into the expanse.

On Dragonstone, eight thousand wizards were building various temporary dwellings on the dragonstone. Even after Asmodeus took two thousand wizards, six thousand wizards would still remain on the island. It would be impossible to accommodate all six thousand in the castle, and wizards, proud as they were, would not deign to live in barracks like Unsullied or Dothraki. That's why they were currently constructing houses and setting up suitable living conditions.

Daenerys watched the beach where some wizards were fishing now, through the window. She observed with interest as a couple of people competed to catch more fish at once using magic, but she was interrupted.

"Your Majesty, the Red Priestess from Asshai requests your audience."

"Tell her I will receive her now."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

As the servant left the room, Daenerys touched the mark that appeared on her hand after signing the contract and said, "The Red Priestess has arrived."

As those words echoed before Daenerys, Rovena appeared.

"Let's see what the local sorcerers are made of, although they might just be fanatics drawing power from somewhere else..."

Daenerys nodded to Rovena, and they exited the room together.

A few minutes later, Daenerys sat on the Dragonstone throne with Missandei to her right and Rovena, cloaked by an invisibility spell, to her left.

"Queen Daenerys, once I was a slave, bought and sold, whipped and branded. To meet the breaker of chains is a great honor for me."

"The Red Priestesses helped bring peace to Meereen, they are always welcome here. What is your name?"

"My name is Melisandra."

"The Lord of Light has few followers here."

"For now. But even those who do not worship the Lord serve his purpose. The long night is coming. Only the promised prince will bring the dawn."

"The prince who was promised will bring the dawn. Unfortunately I am not the prince."

At this moment, Missandei intervened. "Your Majesty, forgive me, but the translation is not quite accurate. In High Valyrian, this word has no gender, and it sounds like this: the prince or princess who was promised."

"Hmm, I like that better. Then, Lady Melisandre, do you think the prophecy spoke of me?"

"Prophecies... A dangerous thing. I know that you will play your role, as will another - the King in the North, Jon Snow."

"What do you propose, then?"

"Summon Jon Snow. Let him stand before you and tell you what is coming from the North."

Daenerys nodded and said, "I will summon this Jon Snow. Do you have any other suggestions?"

"No, Your Majesty."

"Will you stay the night on Dragonstone?"

"No, thank you. The captain of my ship is already waiting for me to depart for Volantis."

"You are lea... Very well, I wish you a safe voyage," Daenerys said, ceasing her attempts to persuade Melisandre to stay on the island after receiving a message from Rovena that everything she needed had already been seen.

"Thank you."

Melisandra wanted to leave this island as quickly as possible. When she landed on the island, she saw a large number of strange knights in red armor. And just a few seconds ago, she felt someone watching her...

When Melisandre left the throne room, Rovena removed her disguise and said, "I've done everything."

"May I inquire what you found?" Daenerys asked.

"There's a sense of mana around her, but it feels like borrowed mana, not her own. So, I'm inclined to believe she has no magical lineage at all. She can only use magic through rituals and sacrifices to the so-called Lord of Light."

"Very well. Lady Rovena, would you care to stay and dine with us?"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but because one lazy man left his country and academy, I have to deal with all these issues, and I can't leave Adastra for long, especially when three of the 13 Supreme Wizards are outside the subordinate territories. So, I'm afraid I'll have to decline."

"Such a pity. I hope we'll have another chance to converse."

"Undoubtedly. Goodbye."

When Rovena disappeared, Daenerys approached Missandei and said, "Let's go find my Hand."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The two women headed to the upper floors of the castle to find Tyrion in his chambers.

"Knock."

"Enter."

"Oh, Your Majesty, it's you. Why didn't you send a servant to find me?"

"I think sometimes it's nice to walk."

"I don't know, I'd like someone to carry me my whole life, while I can drink incessantly."

"Perhaps your wishes will come true one day."

"Hehe, I hope so."

"Alright, Lord Tyrion, please write a letter to Jon Snow on my behalf."

"What should I write?"

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"To the King in the North, Jon Snow.

Queen Daenerys offers you an alliance. In times of need, rulers of the world should unite, and the danger from the North, according to Queen Daenerys, is reason enough.

We do not ask you to help fight Cersei Lannister; her rule is already doomed.

Our queen understands that the main enemy is not Cersei Lannister, but the White Walkers beyond the Wall.

We are ready to aid the North. We have 40,000 Dothraki and 40,000 Unsullied, as well as 9 dragons and 10,000 wizards.

If you decide to accept our alliance, we invite you to the Dragonstone for further discussion on the fate of the Seven Kingdoms.

Remember, all dwarves are bastards in their father's eyes.

Tyrion Lannister."

Davos Seaworth finished reading the letter, looked at Jon, and said, "This just arrived at the rookery tower."

Sansa took the letter from Davos and reread it, then asked, "Do you think it's really from Tyrion?"

"Read the last line," Davos replied.

"All dwarves are bastards in their father's eyes... What does that mean?"

"That's what he said at our first meeting."

"...What do you think?"

Sansa was the first to respond.

"I'm against it. You know what the Targaryens represent. And this dragon queen claims to rule the Seven Kingdoms, the North being part of it!"

But Davos disagreed, saying, "I don't agree with you, Lady Sansa. Though it wasn't explicitly stated, the tone of the letter suggests that the Dragon Queen is willing to accept Jon as the King in the North."

"Do you believe that!?"

"....."

Seeing Davos' silence, Jon asked, "What do you think about what he wrote about the 10,000 wizards? Could it be that the organization to which Lords Dumbledore and Grindelwald belong supports Daenerys Targaryen's ascent to the throne?"

"..."

"If that's indeed the case, then what Tyrion wrote about Cersei's doom isn't wishful thinking but a fact..."

"...."

Jon sighed and pulled out another scroll with a letter, handing it to Sansa.

"What's this?"

"I received this letter yesterday morning from Sam. Read it."

Sansa nodded and began to read aloud.

"Jon, according to Maester Rickwood's records, there's a place in Westeros with huge reserves of dragon glass. It's Dragonstone. The entire island is built on a mountain of dragon glass. You can obtain enough dragon glass on the island to arm the entire army."

"...."

Both Sansa and Davos remained silent. If this was indeed true, then they simply had no choice but to agree to meet with Daenerys.

Seeing that they were just silent, Jon sighed wearily and said to Davos, "Ask the Maester to send a letter to the Black Keep, requesting Lords Dumbledore and Grindelwald to come to us."

"Alright."

Davos quickly left for the rookery tower, leaving Sansa and Jon alone on the balcony.

"If Daenerys really has 10,000 wizards and 9 dragons, resisting an alliance with her is pointless. Why are you so against this idea?" Jon asked Sansa.

"Because it's a Stark rule, bad luck in the North," Sansa replied.

"But I'm not a Stark."

"...."

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Dumbledore and Grindelwald stood on the wall, discussing the structure before them with interest.

"Hmm, the mana flow in the area above the wall is disturbed..."

"Yes, I feel it too. Although it doesn't affect people at our level, for wizards below the Grand Wizard level, casting spells too close to the wall will become problematic..."

"Interesting construction. What kind of runes lie at the foundation of such an artificial mana stimulator...?"

"I don't know, but I think the locals won't understand us if we destroy the wall just to see what's inside."

At that moment, as Grindelwald finished speaking, they heard someone nearby breathing heavily.

"It's a message for the wizard lords."

"Oh, thank you. Here, take some hot tea. I haven't started drinking yet."

Dumbledore thanked the soldier who brought the letter to the very top of the wall and offered him his freshly brewed tea.

Seeing Dumbledore read the letter, Grindelwald asked, "Well? What does it say?"

"Nothing special, just Asmodeus and Daenerys have started to act. We just need to give them a push. Let's go, Jon Snow is asking if we know about the 10,000 wizards with Daenerys."

"Has Asmodeus' Flame Order arrived already? Why weren't we notified? I like those guys; they're very well trained."

"Why would they bother notifying you? In any case, we're here in the middle of nowhere, and they're far away. Alright, let's go."

The soldier who had just finished his tea saw Dumbledore and Grindelwald vanish on the spot.

"Ah, magic... If only I could do that, I wouldn't have to take the lift up to the wall every time and then climb the stairs..."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald had been here for a while, and many had seen them perform various spells, which always left people envious.

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With a small pop of space, Dumbledore and Grindelwald appeared in the central square of Winterfell.

Seeing the two of them, everyone in the square respectfully said, "Lords wizards, the lords of the North are waiting for you in the main hall."

"Very kind of you to inform us."

"If it weren't for you, half of us would have perished in the Battle of the Bastards," stranger replied.

Without saying anything more, Dumbledore and Grindelwald headed towards the main hall of Winterfell.

When they opened the doors to the hall, which had been bustling with noise just a moment ago, it fell silent.

Jon spoke first, "Lords wizards, please, your seats are right here."

He pointed to two chairs beside him, closer to the center of the table than Sansa's.

Watching this, Petyr Baelish frowned, sensing that he would need to revise his plans.

As Dumbledore and Grindelwald took their seats, Jon stepped into the center of the hall.

"I received this message yesterday morning. The person I trust most in the world told me that there are deposits of dragon glass on Dragonstone.

More than that, this letter, I received an hour ago. It came from Dragonstone, from Tyrion Lannister. He serves as Hand to Queen Daenerys. They offer us an alliance. They know there's a threat beyond the Wall and want to help us. Moreover, according to him, Daenerys has a mighty army and... nine dragons and... 10,000 wizards."

In the hall, a clamor arose.

"How is that possible!?"

"Lannisters cannot be trusted!"

"Nine dragons!?"

"Where did so many wizards come from? I don't believe there could be another 10,000 as powerful as Lords Dumbledore and Grindelwald!"

"Yes, yes, Lannister must have heard about the two wizards and decided to deceive you!"

Seeing that the hall was becoming too noisy, Jon knocked on the nearest table.

"Boom, boom, boom."

"I implore you, my lords, calm down. I asked two wizards to come here to find out from them if what Tyrion says is true."

Upon hearing Jon Snow's words, everyone turned their gaze to Dumbledore. Specifically to Dumbledore, as Grindelwald, leaning on his chair, was already dozing off.

In reality, everyone already understood that while Grindelwald was as powerful as Dumbledore, he wasn't as serious...

So they directed their questions to Dumbledore.

Seeing that all eyes were on him, Dumbledore had no choice but to stand up and begin speaking.

"Everything written in the letter is true."

The hall grew quieter than when Dumbledore had started speaking.

Quiet, because they couldn't imagine what 10,000 wizards like Dumbledore could do. They didn't know that wizards varied in power, and therefore, unconsciously assumed that all wizards were equally powerful.

Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, Snow spoke again.

"Lord Dumbledore, may I ask a question?"

"Of course, Your Majesty Snow."

"Are these wizards members of your Supreme Council of Wizards?"

Dumbledore shook his head.

When the lords and Jon Snow saw this, they breathed a sigh of relief. But when Dumbledore continued, they realized they had relaxed too soon.

"They are not subordinate to the Supreme Council of Wizards. This is the personal army of the Emperor of the Adastra Empire, who is also the Chairman of the Supreme Council of Wizards."

Someone among the wild revelers at that moment became sober.

Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, Jon and Sansa, who were more attentive than the others, almost in unison asked, "The Adastra Empire?"

"Yes, it is the country from which Grindelwald and I came. Everyone in our half of the world is a wizard."

Dumbledore had no intention of explaining to everyone present the process of merging worlds. The main thing was for Sansa and Jon to understand that the country he was talking about came from the part of the world they had heard nothing about just a month ago.

Trying to calm down, Jon asked, "Lord Dumbledore, has your country formed an alliance with Queen Daenerys? Otherwise, why would you provide troops to her?"

"You are correct. Daenerys has signed a vassalage treaty. After she ascends to the throne, she will become a vassal of the Adastra Empire, and the territories under her control will also become part of the empire."

In the hall, silence fell. No one could believe that the Targaryens would become vassals to anyone. But the more they thought about it, the more real this possibility seemed to them. Especially considering their misconception that all wizards were as powerful as Dumbledore...

But upon hearing Dumbledore's words, Sansa was the first to ask, "So, does this mean that the Targaryen queen is agreeing to give up the crown?"

"No, Her Majesty Queen Daenerys remains the ruler of Westeros, and she has the right to rule these lands. The empire will simply participate in certain decisions of the kingdom. In those decisions that may affect the overall situation in the empire."

"You keep mentioning the empire; just how vast are the territories of your state?"

Dumbledore thought for a moment and roughly estimated, "About six times larger than Westeros, not counting the territories under partial control."

The hall was quiet. Now, even if anyone had thoughts of resisting the empire, they vanished. Not only were all wizards in this unknown country, but its territories were also larger, which meant a larger population...

Dumbledore didn't tell them that the population density of Adastra was much higher than in Westeros. Frankly, he wasn't interested in explaining it, so he simply said, "Perhaps you should ask something more related to the matter?"

Upon hearing this, Jon realized what his priority should be.

"Lord Dumbledore, if you say that Queen Daenerys has formed an alliance with you, can you guarantee successful negotiations?"

"No, I cannot."

"... "

"You must make such decisions yourself, without relying on outside assistance. The only thing I can say is that Queen Daenerys is quite friendly."

'Easy for you to say, you're a member of the government of the country that has subjugated Daenerys...' - thought everyone present.

As everyone pondered, Jon Snow finally made up his mind.

"Milords, I will head to Dragonstone for negotiations with Queen Daenerys."

This time, there were no objections. Although people frowned, they understood that this time they were dealing not only with Daenerys but also with the mysterious country where Dumbledore came from. It was better to negotiate with Daenerys first than to go directly to the empire, about which almost nothing was known.

"Lord Dumbledore, I want to ask if you will accompany me?"

"Yes, and Grindelwald will also come with us."

"That's good, then we can get there as quickly as possible," said Snow, recalling how Dumbledore teleported to him with Rickon.

"Sorry, but we'll have to take a ship."

"Why?"

"If Grindelwald and I apparate such a long distance at once, we'll be dizzy. And we both haven't felt the unpleasant sensations of this magic for a long time. If you and Ser Davos apparate with us together... I'm afraid you might die on the way."

Davos immediately said, "I prefer the ship."

At the same time, Grindelwald woke up and muttered, "Maybe we should still learn to use the portal... Well, when we return, there will be time..."

Neither Dumbledore nor Grindelwald had managed to learn the Kamal Taj portal spell. Firstly, the spell underwent optimization processes to work on the Mana. Secondly, both old men delved into the study of battle magic Kamal Taj, considering that apparition, as a familiar method, was already convenient, especially since apparition was indeed more convenient on the battlefield...