Chapter 5: Blood Magic

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- MC POV -

- Dreadfort – The North – Westeros – 269 A. C -

"Sera Lord Hoster Tully", my father told me, and a frown appeared on my face. I don't have any real problem with Hoster Tully, as I doubt he can learn anything by being a ward. The only people who could teach me anything would be someone like "The Old Lion" Tywin Lannister, or "The Queen of Thorns" Olenna Tyrell.

The real problem with Lord Hoster Tully is another one, first and last. That's Petyr Baelish, a dangerous rat, who along with Varys also known as "The Spider" or "Master of Whisperers", are the most dangerous people in the world.

But I think it's still too early. Since I'm only two years older than Eddard Stark, who was at least three or four years older than Baelish on the show. So I shouldn't have any problems, but I don't like the idea of getting close to Catelyn Stark either.

Although there is another factor that I haven't given much thought to and that scares me. This doesn't quite look like the show, as the look of Roose Bolton doesn't seem to be the same. Sure, it may be age, but I don't want to risk it.

In my past life I read a few things from the A Song Of Ice And Fire wiki, and if there's anyone I don't want to meet, it's Euron Greyjoy. Someone I find more dangerous than Night King himself.

As far as I can find out from this place, the guy's 11, but I still have time to finish him off before he gets any more dangerous. I have to do it before Robert Baratheon's rebellion.

"I understand father", I replied coldly, only to leave the place without any change.

After that I got to my lab where I had left it before Master Bawin called me. What did he do before he was interrupted? Well, I was practicing my Blood Magic.

It should be impossible for a normal person to do it without a book, but I was not a normal person I was a prodigy of 1 in 1,000,000 magicians. After my eight years of life, in which I spent a lot of time practicing, I had made a lot of progress.

Blood magic is the most powerful, but that's why most of its techniques require a sacrifice, either of life force, of blood or of life directly. But I obviously haven't gotten to the point of using such dangerous magic. That's why I'm developing a special stone with my monstrous alchemy along with my special skill.

This stone, made with souls of people and their life force, will be the engine of my magic in the future. And if I'm lucky, it might even give me a pseudo immortality. Like the Homunculus of Fullmetal Alchemist. Something like that. A Philosopher's Stone.

But the important thing is that with the current blood magic, I can temporarily strengthen my structure and physiology to give me more strength, using my body to the limit, albeit in exchange for being exhausted for some time in the future.

But the most interesting thing about my blood magic is the ability to manipulate my blood. I can't solidify it to make a dagger or sword. I'm not that powerful. It's just being able to control a few drops or even a small jet in the air and over a fairly high radius.

This wouldn't normally be helpful, but what if it mixes with my poisonous blood? It would be as simple as throwing my blood at an enemy and I'd be dead. My poison would be able to kill him in seconds.

And blood magic is my greatest trump card, and why I can have the confidence to even defeat master swordsmen like, in the future, Ser Arthur Dayne. Why would I face him? Well, I saw illustrations of your sister as the most beautiful woman in Westeros today. I'm obviously going to fuck her. I haven't had sex in maybe 100 years. If we count my torture in purgatory. Well. . . Sex with a woman, because. . . Ahg! I don't want to remember It was very unpleasant.

But the important thing now is to prepare for my future journey, and meet my mentor Lord Hoster Tully, Lord of House Tully and Lord of Riverrun. Besides, I think he's also Lord of the Paramount of Riverlands. Or perhaps that title is given to him after Robert is king. I don't know.

- Hoster Tully POV -

- Riverrun – Riverlands – Westeros – 269 A. D. -

"I don't understand why you chose that child", my wife told me as we were having lunch in the living room. She is Minisa Tully, formerly known as Minisa Whent, from House When of Harrenhal. A redheaded woman with fine features, who always walks around with a warm smile, but tired eyes. She's pretty, but not one of the prettiest ladies in Westeros.

"The mere fact that I am a member of House Bolton is a valid reason. It's the second largest house in The North. "

"I understand that, but he's not even the heir to the lordship. That's his brother Roose Bolton. "

"I know that, but from what I've heard, he was the one who applied that strange farming system to his home, making it the richest in his region. That boy is more special than he looks. Besides. . . His appearance and attitude is. . . I couldn't describe it to you. We'll have to wait for it to come", I replied to my wife, and that was the truth. From what I heard, the boy had long, straight hair with black eyes. To the point that all his servants feared him. Although I don't know much more because my spice network isn't that extensive. It's an average network for any Lord. Nothing like the Lannisters or The Spider.

"Where are the girls?" I asked my wife. Catelyn Tully, my firstborn, was already five years old. A beautiful lady, who behaves like one. Whereas on the other hand there is Lysa Tully, only three years old. She's not as pretty as her sister, at least at this age, but she's still my little princess. They both are.

Could I maybe try to find a match for one of my girls? It would be with Lysa, because I have higher hopes for Catelyn than a Bolton. But it might be fine for Lysa, although it all depends on what this Percival looks like. I want someone good and honorable for your husband, not a drunkard with dozens of bastard children.

"They should be in their ethics or sewing classes. Likewise with the Septa Marianne", my wife replied, and I nodded with a smile.

"You'll be good ladies in the future", I said.

"They will be, they are our daughters after all"

"That's true", I replied with a slight laugh. My wife is the only person I can open up to more and take out my serious facade. Not even with my annoying brother, Brynden Tully or "The Black Fish. "

There's still repercussions in our house for having canceled Redwyne's wedding, the idiot couldn't agree to marry Bethany Redwyne for the sake of our house. He was a real asshole, that guy.