Chapter 74

"Your highness! Your highness!"

I quickly get up from my bed and open up the door.

"What is it?"

"Our healer manages to get away from Oldtown, your highness! They are now being taken care of in the emergency room."

"Take me there."

"Yes!"

The young man takes me to the emergency room, where the other healer checks them to see if they have injuries or diseases on their body. I walk toward Natallia, who is lying on the bed.

"Your highness!"

"Please. You did not need to get up from the bed, Natalia. How are you?"

"I'm doing fine, your majesty. My injury has healed. The Faith Militant did not manage to hit my vital organ."

"But there is still someone who died from this attack."

"Aye and I'm sorry for my incompetence."

"No. You are doing good. It is them who are at fault. We are doing something to help their people but their zealotry blinds them. Their religion is the religion who think that magic as a devil works. They did not know that the world knows that magic exists and they are all not bad magic."

"But they think we are the Devil's spawn for healing their people."

"And that is why they are too blinded. They did not open their eyes to the outside world."

I can't blame them. This is not a modern world where you can get any information with a simple push of a button. This is still a medieval time, and people are too easy to influence.

"Can I ask what you will do, your highness? Will you take back all of our healers in Westeros?"

"No. I will try to salvage this problem and speak with Jon Arryn first. He is still in Oldtown and trying to talk with the High Septon."

"Will you talk to him, the High Septon I mean."

"Yes. I want to see what kind of person he is."

I want to see if I need to curse him immediately or do I need to kill him outright. Killing him outright might make him a Martyr in the eyes of the people, but if I curse him with the Bad Luck curse and see his followers crumble.

There is nothing worse than seeing your head of religion have a stroke of massive bad luck as if the divine curses him. So yeah, let's do that. Revenge is the best dish served cold.

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|Jon Arryn - Hand of Kings and Lord of Eyrie|

I grit my teeth at the shout of victory the people outside the wall are doing. They have celebrated their 'victory' over the heretic for two days. However, I can already see the smallfolk and the merchants in Oldtown already complaining about this problem.

They are waiting for days to get the treatment given to them by the Healer, but because of the Faith Militant, they will not get them in this city.

I can already see many merchants start to sail away from the city, and I have guessed they will go to Dorne, where the healer first appears, or go to Lunaria, the home of all the healers.

"Haaaa, what a mess."

"I agree," Lord Leyton agrees with me, "I just got a letter from Lady Olenna telling me that he will send some of Tyrell's men here to see if they can kick the Faith Militant away from Oldtown."

"Oh? Not Lord Mace?"

"Bwahahahahaha!"

Leyton laughed out loud at my words. Well, I understand the reason why he laughs like that. Olenna Tyrell Lee Redwyne is the true ruler of the Reach. If not for her, Mace Tyrell will lose all of his power to the other house years ago.

"That is a good one. Anyway-"

Before he could say more, the door to our room slammed open, and I could see a Maester get inside the room with a piece of paper in his hand.

"My lord! My lord!"

"What is Maester?"

"An emergency letter, my lord! A massive Fleet from Lunaria is moving through the Redwyne strait and they will soon arrive in the Oldtown river."

"Fleet?! How many of them?"

"At least a hundred and fifty of them, My lord. Lord Redwyne did not know the exact number but it was a big fleet."

"Dammit!"

"There is something worse, sir."

"What?"

"At least a hundred of them are warships, my lord. Lord Paxter also said that he can see another fleet of ships anchoring just outside the strait."

"Wait. Are you telling me that a hundred and fifty ships are going through the Redwyne strait and more of them are waiting just outside the strait?"

"Yes. Lord Paxter says that Viserys Targaryen is on the ship with his army. He came here to have a talk with you, Lord Hand."

The maester looked right in the eyes before giving me the letter. I read the letter and felt my blood draining from my head.

"That fool!"

"What is it?"

"They put their men on the cliff around the river to ambush the ship the healer was on. They manage to kill four people on the ship using a bow and arrow. What makes matters worse, the Faith Militant sent their ship to ambush the healer on the sea but they got captured by the Lunarian Fleet."

"That is… bad."

"Aye. Lucky for us, Viserys is asking for a guest right and truce for the time being."

"That means he wants to talk and not to attack us."

"That is correct. We cannot afford another war at the moment and with a massive fleet coming our way, we cannot mobilize enough troops to repel them. At least not fast enough."

"Aye. They should arrive in Oldtown in a day. I'm sorry for cutting this short, Lord Hand. I need to prepare the feast for our guests."

I nod my head and see Lord Leyton and his Maester walk away from the room.

What a mess. I look at the letter and see that Viserys wants to talk to the High Septon. I don't know what will happen if I let them stay in a single room. I have a feeling only one of them will come out alive, and I know Viserys will be the one coming out alive.

There is a reason why he is called the Demon King by the Alliance of the New Sister.

I hope the talk will not result in one of them dying because that will be a war happening. If the High Septon dies, many people will rise up and declare a crusade against Lunaria, and the King needs to join the war to defend the Faith because it is his duty as the king who is 'blessed by the seven.'