Her Eternal Excellency (Raiden Ei reborn as Argella Durrandon)

[Path of Progress]

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[Samael61]

You put the Shepard chapter in the Ei Thread

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Deleted it now, thank you.

 

[ArcherOfBlades]

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[ATP]

What about making Saiguu Lord of Dorne,and Chiyo Lord of Reach?kitsune for plots,and oni for smashing knights.

 

[Marsyas]

I've been enjoying the story. I do feel like you have messengers arriving with news of recent developments way too quickly after the events occur, though. It would be more believable if at least some of these were messages sent by raven.

 

[Samael61]

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Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World, a Robert Baratheon OC SI in an AU, is 15 chapters ahead,

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Kingdom of the Reach

Highgarden

The guards had informed Queen Merina that a single rider from her husband, King Mern's host, was at the gates, looking terrified and half crazed, begging for an audience with the queen.

The state of the rider did not bode well, but Queen Merina had granted the audience, sitting in her husband's seat. The rider, a knight of House Florent, one of her father's, looked haggard and tired as if he had not slept, and his eyes flickered around, searching for an enemy unseen.

His lips were cracked, his eyes tired, his hair a bird's nest, and the less said about his stench, the better.

"My queen." The rider stuttered so badly it took him twice as long to utter these words.

"Ser, what happened?"

"The host is gone, my queen. We crossed the path and entered the lands of House Caron." Each stuttering word the knight uttered painted a picture that quickly turned to a nightmare.

First, King Mern had made an alliance with Prince Nymor, who had the same idea of attacking the Storm Kingdom while they were at war. After that, a demon collapsed the passage, but neither King Mern nor Prince Nymor was willing to give up and cleared the way.

Only to encounter the Storm Queen, who tore a hole in the sky and proceeded to destroy a part of the Red Mountains, along with over a hundred thousand men, sparing two knights as an example, and to demand their surrender.

There were a lot of people calling the knight a liar, one bought by the enemy to spread rumors to terrify the brave people of Reach.

The knight's answer chilled them to the bone.

"Kill me if you must, for I would rather hang like a common brigand than face her." Ser Moryn had begun to laugh like a madman after that, and a rumor was taken away from the disturbed court.

It did not take long for letters from the border regions to pour in, confirming that a part of the Red Mountains did not exist any longer.

Chaos reigned in Highgarden, quickly spreading to the rest of the Reach.

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Dorne

Sunspear

A week after Reach received word regarding the fate of their king and host, Dorne had received the same from Ser Nerico, who relayed the death of Prince Nymor, every single lord in the host, and the thirty thousand men they had gathered.

Ravens carrying the word of the calamity had reached Sunspear long before the rider, but speaking to someone who had witnessed the event firsthand was the last nail in the coffin.

Distressed by the deaths of such a great number of nobles along with most of their knights and levies wiped out at once, the Dornish houses were clamoring to discuss peace with the Storm Kingdom.

Meria Martell, shrewd or not, was grief-stricken firsthand by her son's death, just like Deria Martell, Nymor's daughter.

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Seagard

"My prince, a letter for you from your wife."

Argilac snatched the envelope without even acknowledging the messenger.

Reading the letter, he was relieved to find that his new wife was well and stricken and that she had given birth. "I am a father again, well and again; it's again; it's a healthy boy. She named him Argall."

Several Stormlords surrounded Argilac, raising him to their shoulders. "Three cheers for Prince Argall." The Riverlords and the Blackwater Bay nobles gave a less lively applause, but they too were joyful at the birth of a new prince.

Garrin Caron most of all except Argilac, but none could blame the lord of Nightsong.

"My prince, this deserves a feast. I'll start the preparations." Emrick offered, as it was the least he could do.

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"What is this commotion?" Ei asked the servant carrying a barrel of mead to the hall. They were having a delightful conversation before the commotion cut it short.

Bowing his head in a hurry, the servant almost dropped the barrel before Ei caught and put it down. "Your father has received a letter, Your Excellency. Princess Selena gave birth to a boy and named him Argall. Lord Emrick has ordered a feast in his honor." The young man explained.

"I see. You may continue." Ei dismissed the servant, standing still as she considered what she just had been told.

Saiguu popped right behind her, looking intrigued. "A brother now? One with divine roots or a mortal?"

"I felt nothing of the divine sort. honor." sort.""

"A mortal brother." Saiguu shook her head, chuckling. "A god reborn as the daughter of a mortal whom she doesn't share any blood with now has a mortal sibling. This would definitely make a weird novel."

"How do you feel?" Chiyo could only imagine what Ei was feeling.

"Right now? Not much, except I am happy for Argilac. Perhaps I have to see the child with my eyes." They may not share blood, but that wasn't the only prerequisite to be family. Having a sibling again, even if he was a mortal, felt odd to Ei.

Sasayuri stepped in to stop any more questions so Ei could think. "She is right. This whole situation is a string of oddities, blood with oddities; give her some time."

"Why don't we go look for Argilac? I am sure he is dying to tell you the news." That and Saiguu wanted a drink too.

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"Argella, there you are." There were already several empty barrels in the hall, and Argilac was deep in his cups with his friends, already celebrating.

"Father, I see you are enjoying yourselves." Drunken jokes and songs had filled the air, but oddities quieted down as Ei entered.

Argilac's laugh was cut off by a hiccup as he gave the cheerful news. "Air butnews. You have a brother now. Selena named him Argall."

"Your Excellency, would you like to join us?" Garrin offered. Even the usually wary Lord of Nightsong was relaxed.

"Of course."

"Drinking competition huh?" Saiguu grinned, an idea striking her as she sat down. "Mind if I join?"

The lords looked hesitant, as a female had never been a part of a drinking challenge before, but then again, Emrick was living in an interesting time. "Can you hold your liquor, my lady?"

Saiguu tapped her lower lip with her finger, considering. "It has been a long time since I drank alcohol, but I should be fine. How about a wager?"

"A wager?" Several voices rose, curious as to what she had to offer.

"Yes, whomever drinks more than me will get a sword like Victory, straight from the hands of her Excellency." That got everyone's attention as the lords crowded the table in a hurry, and Emrick, as the host, had to silence them.

"And if you win?" Robert definitely wanted that sword, a competition sword, and wasn't afraid to compete against a woman for it, even if it was against a sword and one with weird ears.

Saiguu grinned. Playing a game that people did not know you were a master of was a great way to win a bet. "I get half of the gold and silver in each of your baggage trains."

That amount was nothing compared to the value of a sword like Victory. "That is most certainly worth it. I accept."

"Great." Saiguu cheered, and Ei shook her head, amused.

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"Are you sure it's fine for her to promise that?" Argilac, as he already had a sword, recused himself from the competition, choosing to watch from the sidelines. The mug was already the size of the fox woman's head, and most of the lords here were masters of drinking.

The god before him just waved her hand, not concerned at all. "Saiguu can drink more than what you weigh. She is just playing with them."

"Tricking them out of their gold?" With the way Ei treated them, Argilac didn't think her friends would ever lack wealth.

"No, making friends."

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The drinking competition took several hours, and the woman with fox ears looked drunk the entire time. The nobles thought it would be easy to drink her under the table and kept filling the table and filling their mugs. At the end, Saiguu was the only one standing, cheeks flushed and swaying on her feet, while everyone else had gone down.

Once her winnings were tallied and she left to store them somewhere flushed, did the kitsune goddess stop feigning drunk?

"Not a bad haul, don't you think?" Kitsune Saiguu sat on her small fortune, grinning at her friends.

Chiyo huffed. The wealth would have been more useful in Essos. "What are you going to do with all that?"

"Why, buy more alcohol from the losers, of course." The way the people here treated females needed to change, and Saiguu had already started working on it.

All the while having a good time.

"You have a weird way of making friends." Sasayuri said.

Ei took a seat, reminiscing just somewhere, reminiscing about how similar Saiguu and Miko looked, reminiscing about looking, grinning. "It is nothing compared to Yae."

"Oh really? How was my little fox doing anyway?" Saiguu sat straighter, the gold and silver suddenly having lost its importance.

"Cunning like you, and enjoys teasing people until they are a stuttering mess." General Gorou of Watatsumi Island was a favorite target of hers, and Ei had the opportunity to witness it once.

The fox goddess just chuckled. "Can't believe that little girl grew up. I remember the days when I would trick her with a plate of tofu. Good times."

"She also started a publishing house, selling novels and other books to all corners of Teyvat."

"Now I definitely would have liked to see that." Saiguu grinned, her ears twitching in anticipation, something she only allowed herself to do in the company of her friends.

"Since there is no shrine to take care of, perhaps you can do the same?" Chiyo suggested that because Saiguu, withering, without anything to do, was a Saiguu who would be terrorizing the kingdom for fun with her mischief.

"That does sound fun; I already have several novel ideas." Saiguu winked at Ei.

Sasayuri knew what the kitsune was thinking. "A goddess reborn as the daughter of a mortal?"

"Definitely."

"I believe there was a book about a mortal suddenly reborn as the Raiden Shogun with unlimited power." Two could play that game, and unlike the two, a writer back in Inazuma had actually done something similar.

Chiyo blinked owlishly. "You are joking. Who even wrote that?" Writing a book about a mortal reborn as Raiden Shogun? Why, depending on how it was taken, someone could have been lynched by the masses.

"I do not remember the name, but apparently, Yae was greatly pleased by it." The copies that had appeared in her room randomly were fun; they were proof of that.

"She definitely did it to get under your skin." Saiguu said, sniffing and wiping away an imaginary tear, proud of her little pinky.

"I don't know. I heard that the book had sold rather well."

"Speaking of, what about my sons, Michihiro and Nagamasa?" Ei grimaced internally at the question.

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Chiyo sighed, hearing the fate of her children. "I suppose both were too honorable in their own way." Nagamasa joined the honorable shogunate to restore the family's honor, while Michihiro secluded himself out of shame, later founding a new clan.

With the damage Cataclysm had caused Inazuma and Teyvat, it was inevitable for losses to occur, both during the war and the chaos it had left behind.

"I am sorry. I could have—should have—done something, but I was too lost after being the only one left. It took me centuries, and a new friend to come to my senses." Ei knew it wasn't an excuse, the way she had let her friend's children down, but she had nothing else to offer except words.

Saiguu snapped her fingers several times, trying to remember something. "The golden-haired, brown-eyed boy, right? And her flying companion?"

Ei bent her neck to the side, puzzled as to how Saiguu knew of the Traveller and his guide. "Aether and Paimon. You know them?"

"A portion of my memories that managed to retain sentience requested their help for the Sacred Sakura Cleansing Ritual."

Ei was taken back. She knew someone had conducted the ritual but assumed it was Yae Miko and the Grand Narukami Shrine, not Aether, especially since the blonde traveller had not said anything. "That was you? If only I had known…."

"There was nothing you could have done to restore me." Whether the Electro Archon or not, she did not have control over life, and even as mere remnants, Saiguu would not ask that of her friend.

"She is right. What returned us to the land of the living as we are right now were nothing more than freak events that could not be repeated under normal circumstances by any of us." Shades were entities beyond the Archons, and repeating their feats was not done easily, if at all.

"I suppose you are right." Ei turned to Chiyo, traveler Chiyo. "Again, I am sorry for letting you and them down."

"I'll admit it is sad to see that happen, but my boys were tough, Chiyo. tough; I knew they would be fine." Chiyo smiled, her heart heavy at the legacy her children had to carry.

"What about the army? Who led it after we were gone?" The oni maiden asked.

"I founded the Tri-Commission to lead the affairs of Inazuma. The Tenryou Commission, headed by the Kujou Clan, managed the military affairs. The last general to lead the army by the time of the war against the Heavenly Principles was Kujou Sara, a loyal and brave tengu warrior, perhaps too loyal though." Ei smiled, remembering the tengu and her ways of showing respect to the Almighty God of Thunder.

"Too loyal? I feel a story there." Saiguu asked with a teasing voice.

"Well…" She explained her anecdotes of the young tengu, especially the way she had spoken of taking care of her statues.

"Sounds like you had quite a fan." Another tengu to lead the army just as the world was heading towards another war.

What were the chances?

"Yes, so much so she followed the Vision Hunt Decree and the Sakoku Decree without hesitation." Sasayuri said as if it was an afterthought, and Ei sighed, having completely forgotten to tell her friends.

"I don't like the sound of that." Saiguu grimaced.

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Arms crossed, the kitsune goddess gave her friend a look that showed just how disappointed she was. "Really? Of all the bake-danuki-brained ideas, you had to close Inazuma to the outside world and order all visions to be turned over? Why Ei, you might as well have ordered the people to build a wall around the entirety of Inazuma."

"I am sorry." Ei bowed her head in shame. Those decisions looked quite foolish today, but there was no changing them.

"Don't apologize to me; I was dead. Apologize to all the people that died due to the civil war you caused. Though I guess it's a bit late for that." All their sacrifices, only for Ei to cause a civil war?

Saiguu did not blame that priest of the Watatsumi Island for the uprising.

"While I would love to hear more of what you think about Ei's decisions, there is a celebration outside. Perhaps we should join?" The sun was setting, and the golden rays cast a splendid picture on the horizon, a perfect atmosphere for festivities in Chiyo's opinion.

"I agree, though, don't think we are forgetting this." Saiguu warned.

Ei sighed again. There was nothing she could say.

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In the next chapter:

Ei had intentionally avoided visiting Raventree Hall and Stone Hedge because of their ruling houses.

Visiting one keep first would mean that its lord would boast to the other, causing more friction between houses Blackwood and Bracken.

It would have been impressive to know that there were two houses stubborn enough to keep a dispute alive over thousands of years, but long-term enmity between kingdoms, nobles, lords, and even the smallfolk was prevalent on this continent.



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[Samael61]

Hello there,

If you enjoy my stories you can read advanced chapters in my patreon page

Her Eternal Excellency, a Genshin Impact and ASOIAF crossover, Raiden Ei Reborn as Argella Durrandon, is 15 chapters ahead

DCU:Blacklist, a Raymond Reddington inspired OC SI using his knowledge for his own advantage, as well as the rest of the world, is 15 chapters ahead,

Geek's Guide to Thriving in a Low End Fantasy World, a Robert Baratheon OC SI in an AU, is 15 chapters ahead,

Commander Shepard, The Greatest to Ever Live, a Mass Effect story where Shepard is greater than ever, is 15 chapters ahead,

Loki: The God of Magic , an OC-SI into Loki who is not aware of the MCU, is 4 chapters ahead.

By supporting me, you can read advanced and special chapters, as well as vote on how you want the fanfiction to proceed.


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Riverlands

Seagard

Festivities were over, and the host had gathered itself, ready to march to Highgarden first and then to Sunspear.

They would enter Reach through Stoney Sept, taking keeps north of Highgarden, whether by surrender or Ei bringing down the castle walls and taking the garrison by force.

The fleet, as it had been prepared for the invasion of the Iron Islands, which had become unnecessary, had sailed for the western shores of Reach, led by Ian Tarth, accompanied by Kage and the Thunder Dragon.

The Shield Islands, the Arbor, and the Oldtown made up the bulk of the Reach's naval might, and her patchwork fleet would be easy prey for them. The puppets, however, would be more than enough to wipe out any opposition Lord Ian and the fleet faced.

After Highgarden fell, her next target was Oldtown and the Starry Sept. The Faith Militant would have to be dismantled. A decentralized force of religious fanatics that drew men from all regions of the continent, which could be called to war quickly by the High Septon and had legitimacy in the eyes of the people, was an entity she would not allow to exist.

The High Septon had proven how dangerous it could be by calling forty thousand men to fight, mostly commoners, but hundreds of knights as well.

Lucenor Hightower, the current High Septon, was waiting in the Starry Sept, and either both orders would be disbanded with the Faith taking oaths to disarm entirely, or Ei would eradicate them until there was nothing left to rise again.

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Kingdom of the Reach

Shield Islands

For the Shield Islanders, seeing Ironborn ships near their shores was a regular thing. It did not happen every day, but often enough for them to be always ready for the reavers.

The fleet that had sailed past them to Weeping Town had given them quite the scare.

However, not seeing any Ironborn ships for close to a month meant two things. Either they were fighting someone else, such as the North, the Storm Kingdom, or the Kingdom of the Rock.

Or the reavers were preparing for an attack.

With the word that their fleet had sunk before even docking near Weeping Town, it was unlikely.

To see what the Ironborn were planning, the Shield Islands made a bold decision to send their fastest ship to Lannisport. The sailors would listen to the rumors, and if nothing of importance was discovered, sail around the Iron Islands to find out what the reavers were doing.

The dromon's journey to Lannisport was fast; its return, even more so.

Word was that the Iron Islands were devastated, with the only living thing to be found near its waters being monsters, sighted by the sailors, and not a single Ironborn vessel to be seen.

The reason?

Argella Durrandon had slain the Drowned God in single combat while carving the island of Pyke in half, and the enormous tidal wave caused by the death of a god had done the rest, drowning the Ironborn to the last person.

It would have been a reason for celebration to know that their ancient enemy had been sent to the deepest part of the seven hells, but one small issue had just made things worse.

King Mern's attack on the Storm Kingdom.

When House Chester had sent a ship to tell Highgarden of what had happened and to somehow convince King Mern to turn his host back, Lord Hugh Chester had discovered that it was too late.

Argella Durrandon had destroyed the seventy thousand strong host, along with their allies, the thirty thousand strong Dornish, and a part of the Red Mountains as well.

Hugh Chester, already old and ailing, had died of a seizure of the heart on the spot.

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Highgarden

"We must surrender." Lady Aveline Florent, the queen's sister, advised. The Reachlords had gone to war, with every man that could hold a weapon following them, so assured of their success, only leaving their wives, sisters, and daughters behind.

With all of them dead, there simply weren't enough men of proper age to make choices, and the women had to shoulder the duty.

There were no screams of refusal or name-calling, for everyone was mourning someone: a father, a husband, or a brother.

"And be ruled by the Durrandons?" Alyra Hightower, the youngest, unwed daughter of Lord Manfred Hightower, had been brought to court following her father and brothers' departure with King Mern.

Her nephew, Addam's youngest son, was too young to take Oldown's seat, and she was left speaking for House Hightower.

Her words did not have any bite to them, as she was merely weighing her choices.

Ceryse Tarly, wife of the late Lord Tarly, who was now speaking for her last grandson since his mother had fallen ill, grunted an answer. "Would you rather die by their hand?"

"My queen, what do you wish to do?" Olyssia Fossoway asked. Much like Alyra Hightower, she too was a regent for her nephew.

Queen Merina, whose swollen eyes had been carefully hidden with powder, was silent. Her husband, Mern IX Gardner, and three sons, Edmund, Gawen, and Eldric, had fallen at war.

Eldric, who had gone to battle, was merely twenty-two years old, and she had begged her husband to reconsider it.

Mern merely laughed it off, saying there would be no battle to put him in danger.

Now, only her youngest, Martyn, was left, and she wasn't the only one.

"We will seek terms to retain our lives, seats, and honor." Merina saw no other way forward. There weren't enough men to wage war, much less anyone seasoned enough to command a host.

"If the Storm Queen refuses?" Someone with the power to destroy mountains and slay gods—a god herself if the rumors are to be believed—did not have any reason to accept anything less than total surrender.

Ceryse, too old to care anymore, gave the answer they were all too afraid to hear. "Then our choices will be between choosing a dignified death and living in whatever way she allows us to."

—
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Kingdom of the North

Winterfell

The King in the North, Torrhen Stark, was worried.

The Ironborn attacks on his lands had ceased, and it wasn't because the reavers had suddenly desired peace.

No, it was because they were busy fighting the Storm Queen.

It did not explain why the Ironborn had disappeared entirely, so he sent Brandon, his baseborn brother, to see the state of their war against the Storm Kingdom.

It did not bode well for his brave brother, sometimes to the point of recklessness, to look so humbled.

"My king." Brandon knelt, his voice gruff and face weary beyond his years.

Torrhen waved his hand. "Brandon, get up; it's just the two of us."

His brother did as bidden, sitting on the chair, head still down.

"What happened? Were the Ironborn victorious?" If so, that would only add to their worries, because the Ironborn had one less enemy to fight.

Brandon shook his head, his thick brown locks covering his face. "The Ironborn are gone."

Torrhen raised an eyebrow, frowning. "Gone? What, did they find lands to settle and leave their islands?"

"Nay, as in, they are all dead." Brandon's grave face and tired eyes told the King in the North that his baseborn brother was not jesting.

"How is that possible?"

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"What do you wish to do now?" Brandon asked his king and brother. He had spoken of his findings, from the destruction of Harrenhal to the current state of the Iron Islands and the sightings of the flying wyrm, one that had sunk a three hundred ship strong Ironborn fleet in defense of the Storm Kingdom.

Torrhen looked at Brandon for a brief moment before resuming his contemplation.

"How sure are you about the Drowned God?" The King in the North did not know which impossibility to not believe. That the Drowned God existed, or that Argella Durrandon had slain it in combat, quite easily no less.

Brandon rubbed his head, unsure what to say. "I did not see it with my eyes, but thousands claim it happened. Even if all of it is a hoax, one thing is certain. Argella Durrandon led a fleet against the Iron Islands, and now, only monsters roam there."

His choice to sail to the Iron Islands was a risk, but after hearing the people of Lannisport talk, Brandon knew there was no other choice but to see everything with his eyes.

"Have you seen any of them?"

"Aye. One jumped into our ship and ripped three sailors to pieces before I put my sword through its head. I have the corpse, if you wish to see it." The creature was human enough; it had two legs, arms, and a head, but that was where it ended. A bloated body as if it had drowned, covered in gray and green scales, claws sharp enough to cut through thick leather, and it smelled like rotten fish.

Bringing it to the North was nothing short of torture, but at least they had covered it in snow and ice, stopping the body from rotting anymore.

"Later." Torrhen had to see it to make a decision.

"What of Argella Durrandon? Is the Sorceress Queen a conqueror or someone defending her lands?" Perhaps this was the most important part, because with her might, conquering the Seven Kingdoms would be a simple affair, as if she were fighting against children.

Torrhen did not wish to imagine it.

"She took the Blackwater Bay lands, including Duskendale, but I can't tell you if she intends to set her sights on the North or not." Brandon had learned so much, yet it was nowhere near enough.

"Leave me, brother; I wish to think alone."

"As you command."

—
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It has been a long time since Torrhen visited the godswood of Winterfell. Not that he was lacking in respect for the old gods, but he tended to journey a lot due to the Ironborn threat.

Torrhen sat beneath the weirwood tree, taking solace in its solemn face.

He did not know what to do.

There was no ancient wisdom his house could offer him, no precedent for the maester to cite, so he came to the old gods, seeking wisdom.

He had rarely done so before because the gods never answered.

Yet he had nowhere else to turn.

Closing his eyes, Torrhen prayed in silence and slowly fell into a state of sleep without realizing it.

The shouts and screams did not even faze him as the King in the North dreamt.

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"What is happening to him?! One of you fuckers answer me now." Brandon screamed at the top of his lungs, which usually would have roused the dead, but Torrhen continued to sleep, eyes milky white, as the weirwood tree wrapped around him.

The healer, an old woman who had been the head healer of Winterfell for tens of years, shrunk before the furious brother of the king. "I—I can't say; this has never happened before."

"The old gods must be speaking to him." One of the men-at-arms muttered, prompting Brandon to turn to him with narrowed eyes. "How can you know that?"

"What else could it be?" The man looked hesitant, but his idea made sense, unfortunately.

"They better fucking hurry then." Brandon grumbled to himself. If his brother was actually speaking to the old gods, it could not be good.

Torrhen gasped, the sound of it startling the healer tending to him as the branches and roots released him.

Brandon lurched forward, helping his coughing brother up. "My king, are you well?"

"Aye." The King in the North gasped, still coughing.

"Healer, do something." Brandon demanded, and the old woman approached the king, but Torrhen held out his hand, stopping her.

"Stop. I am fine."

"Your Grace, what happened? We feared the worst." Brandon asked. The sight of their king had frightened and worried everyone.

"The old gods, they spoke to me."

Brandon swallowed the bile in his throat. "What did they say?"

There was no chance. This was a coincidence.

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The Riverlands

Blackwood-Bracken Border

Ei had intentionally avoided visiting Raventree Hall and Stone Hedge because of their ruling houses.

Visiting one keep first would mean that its lord would boast to the other, causing more friction between houses Blackwood and Bracken.

It would have been impressive to know that there were two houses stubborn enough to keep a dispute alive over thousands of years, but long-term enmity between kingdoms, nobles, lords, and even the smallfolk was prevalent on this continent.

"As you both agreed before, I will place the border markers, dividing the land in half, equal in wealth and size. Any disagreements will be brought to me, and I will remind you again, if I hear a single word of a raid, or that the markers had been tampered with, you won't like what I'll do." Ei warned again. She had kept both hosts on each flank and away from one another, but their lords did not stop glaring at each other during the entire march.

Mertyn and Hoster bowed. She wasn't like the Storm Kings of old, who did not care about the dispute, or the Hoares, who simply used it as an opportunity to extract more tribute from both houses. "Aye, Your Grace."

"Excellent."

"Psst, let me handle this." Saiguu came in, nudging Ei with her elbow.

Curious to see what her friend had in mind, Ei allowed it. "If you wish."

Saiguu cracked her knuckles, grinning. She had rested well enough in Seagard, and marching with the host was easy, as she had been granted a spacious carriage to use.

The power of the Shade of Life, even though she had a sliver of it, was more than enough for this task.

Closing her eyes, Saiguu brought her palms together, focusing. The air shifted, and she slowly pointed her palms out before thrusting them forward, as if she had just pushed something.

The nobles watched, wary and a tad excited, though none would admit to it, waiting for something to happen. They all looked around, thinking she had failed or that they had missed it.

The fertile land split open in an instant, and four trees grew up in the blink of an eye, each one large enough to cast shadows on a hundred people, cutting the disputed lands in half.

Mertyn Bracken captured one of the falling petals, feeling it. He watched Lady Saiguu with awe.

This was no illusion; she had just created four never-before-seentrees, all with some hand movements.

Hoster Blackwood was feeling much the same.

With reddish-brown bark and whitish-pink petals, they were easily the most beautiful trees any lords had seen.

"These cherry blossoms are the markers. May peace reign from now on." Her Excellency may have worded it as a wish, but both sides knew it was an order.

Hoster and Mertyn would never be friends or even stand the sight of each other, but in that moment, both lords agreed that their ancient feud must end, here and now.

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In the next chapter:

"A governor for the Reach? My, aren't you quite the cunning Archon?" Saiguu said, grinning as she put her chin on Ei's shoulder, looking at the setting sun from the throne room of Highgarden.



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The Kingdom of the Reach

The Ring

Lands of House Roxton

The host crossed into the Reach, entering the lands of House Roxton. Their seat, called the Ring due to the high walls circling the city like a ring, stood before them. Sparsely manned, the walls could stop any host attacking it, except the literal god standing before them.

The gates opened, and a woman with graying hair came out, surrounded by her men, most likely the lady of the castle.

"Queen Argella, I am Alerie Roxton, lady of the Ring. I wish to parley in my son's name." She bowed her head, knowing that resistance was futile. The Ring was close enough to Harrenhal that riders had seen what was left of the greatest man-made castle in Westeros.

The Ring stood no chance in a siege.

Ei appreciated the lady's willingness to negotiate and avoid bloodshed. "Lady Alerie, if you surrender now, you and everyone in the keep will be treated with dignity and respect. No one will be harmed in any way."

Her terms were generous, but seeing as everyone else that had a part in the invasion led by King Mern was dead, there was no reason to harm their families.

"Then what will you do?" These terms were nothing like what she had expected, something no victorious force would offer.

"You will swear loyalty to me, and half the content of your coffers and foodstuff will be taken in reparations for King Mern's unjust attack on the Storm Kingdom." Her army needed food, and Reach might as well pay for it.

"And the future of the Ring?" The Storm Queen could take the keep away from them, and there was nothing she could do.

"You will rule as its lady until you feel ready to abdicate for your son."

Lady Roxton knew these were extremely generous and merciful terms, and not even King Mern would offer them to the enemy.

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Starpike

Houses Footly, Shermer, Caswell, Kidwell, Rowan, Appleton, Green Fossoway, Ashford, Merryweather, and Red Fossoway had personally surrendered to her, while sizeable hosts commanded by Edmyn Tully and her father had been sent to the remaining houses, with Chiyo and Sasayuri supporting each host as a force multiplier.

Having succeeded in their tasks, the split-up hosts had rejoined her in the lands of House Peake.

The events at the Ring were repeated across the Reach until Starpike, where House Peake proved to be illogically belligerent. The reason became evident, as Armen Peake, along with most of his sons, was dead, leaving behind his last child, who was too young to rule.

The castellan of Starpike, Armen's one-armed uncle, had intended to surrender, but the local garrison had risen in revolt, instigated by the septon of the keep with the threats that they would all burn in hell if Argella Durrandon, the false god as they called her, took Starpike.

Ei, irritated at the profanities of the religious fanatics, was about to bring down the walls when Chiyo stepped forward.

"Hey, if Saiguu gets to solve a problem, so do I." Chiyo disappeared from sight and appeared behind the septon with Mistsplitter, given to her by Sasayuri, out, cutting his sentence and head off.

She was a deadly blur of grace and speed among the enemy, each swing of her blade taking a life and breaking the spirit of rebellion. The humans, who were definitely not green knights, were painfully slow and clumsy compared to the oni.

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Chiyo ducked under the swing, pivoted on her feet, and stabbed the blade back, piercing the knight's steel plate. Rising with a flourish, one last swing of Mistsplitter relieved the knight of his head, killing the final rebel in the keep.

Swirling her blade to clean the blood, the oni maiden sheathed the sword. Now that the rebels were dead, Chiyo opened the gates for Ei and the army. The only living souls in the castle were either the servants or the imprisoned knights and the castellan loyal to Armen Peake's last son.

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"Your Grace, I am Luthor Peake, castellan of the late Lord Armen, and now his son Roward's." The one-armed great-uncle of Armen Peake kneeled after he had been freed from the cells and treated by healers.

The rebels were not merciful, it seemed.

"Ser Luthor, as the only man of House Peake left to make a decision, I'll offer you the same choice I have offered to all the houses before you. Surrender and bend the knee; your grandnephew will be able to inherit when he comes of age, and your house will not face any punishment, except seizing half your coffers and foodstuff." Rather than tear the Reach apart and plunge the lands into chaos, she would play the long game and reduce their influence while ensuring their loyalty.

"Most generous, Your Grace, I accept."

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With Starpike pacified, their next destination was Highgarden, the seat of House Gardner, the Kings of the Reach.

"Your Excellency, forgive me, but there is a matter." Edmyn Tully seemed hesitant in whatever he had to report, and Ei knew it would be another bothersome problem.

"Speak."

"There are reports of septons causing unrest all over the Reach, the Riverlands, and even in the Storm Kingdom over your divinity."

"Prepare messengers for all the septs in my domain."

The message itself was simple and to the point. Every citizen in the Storm Kingdom was allowed to worship any god they pleased, whether the Seven, the old gods, or any other deity in the world, with the exception of the Drowned God and all the religions that had practices that went against the laws of the kingdom.

Any religion that practiced slavery, human sacrifices, cruelty in the name of their god, attempts to bar the citizens from practicing a different religion, and attacks on holy places such as septs, temples, and godswoods.

In the event that the law was broken, the perpetrators would be judged and punished, while the religion they belonged to would not face any retaliation.

If it was a coordinated effort by the authorities of the religion, then punishment would follow according to the weight of the crime, ranging from fines and executions to,in the end, banning the religion itself.

The decree was sent to all the septs in the kingdom, warning the septons to cease their insubordination before they faced severe punishment.

The fleet was already docked in the Shield Islands, ready to set sail to Oldtown and put an end to the religious problems by capturing the Starry Sept and the current High Septon, Lucenor Hightower.

If he proved to be belligerent, however, a new one could always be elected.

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Highgarden

The keeps at this point did not have enough men for defense, so each was left with a couple hundred men to garrison the castles and keep them from rising in defiance after peace had been achieved.

Claims of chivalry and honor or not, Ei did not trust her new subjects yet.

Months after the start of their march, Highgarden was in sight. When she had seen the castle years ago, conquest was not in her mind at all, yet the Gardners had brought it on themselves.

As the capital of the Kingdom of the Reach, Highgarden was defended much better than the keeps of their vassals, though, with their depleted numbers, it was a paltry sum compared to her host.

Queen Merina, upon hearing that the Durrandon host was approaching, waited at the top of the outer walls to negotiate.

"Queen Argella." Merina had to shout to get her voice across, and Ei decided to spare her the trouble by flying to her level, scaring the queen and her men in the process.

It was one thing to see the effects of magic, another to see it with their eyes.

"Queen Merina."

"What are your terms?" She asked the woman that had killed her husband and sons. Even if it was in war, one instigated by Mern no less, it still felt bitter on her tongue to ask for terms, a sentiment shared by the ladies of Reach currently in Highgarden.

"Three quarters of your coffers as compensation for King Mern's unjust attack on my kingdom. You will surrender your son's crown and titles as king, but he will stay as the Lord of Highgarden."

"However, Highgarden itself will not be the ruling keep of the Reach anymore. That title will be given to whichever house proves to be most apt in ruling their lands for exactly ten years."

"That is unprecedented."

"A lot of my actions are unprecedented. I value merit, and both your husband and his father made foolish decisions that resulted in their deaths."

"Will House Gardener be given that right as well?"

"Of course. If your son proves to be a good ruler of his land, he too will have the chance to be the Governor of Reach, a ruler appointed based on merit."

"I accept your terms."

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"A governor for the Reach? My, aren't you quite the cunning Archon?" Saiguu said, grinning as she put her chin on Ei's shoulder, looking at the setting sun from the throne room of Highgarden.

"If nobles start fighting for the right to be the governor of the Reach, then they are too divided to plan any uprisings. If they don't and leave it to House Gardner out of respect for their ways, which is unlikely because Mern's mistake almost led them to ruin, then their lands won't advance to challenge the Storm Kingdom." She explained Ei's plan as she saw it. For all of Ei's willingness to deal with troubles with the use of Musou Isshin, the Reach had surrendered, and slaying a surrendering enemy was not in her books.

The solidarity between the lords of the Reach was an enemy that required cunning to defeat.

"And if neither option works, you can always appoint a different ruler over the Reach." Sasayuri added. Politics, such as it happened in the Electro Archon's court, was not her field, but neither was she lacking in it.

Ei smiled. The lords of Reach may figure out this plan too; it's not like it was such a grand idea, but the greed of the nobles was a monster not easily satisfied.

Being the rulers of Reach, even for a decade, would be too much for them to ignore. "Indeed. I intend to do the same to Dorne. Over time, both kingdoms will lose their unity in the face of a common enemy and shared history."

"Still, we need to deal with the matter of the High Septon. The Faith Militant might be defeated, but if he calls for a new crusade, then there will be more bloodshed in the future." Inazuma was sparsely populated compared to Westeros, and she had already seen more death here than in her previous life.

Sasayuri might be a warrior, but there came a point when you just wanted the killing to stop.

"As soon as the letters are sent and a proper garrison is put in place, we'll march for the Oldtown. In the meantime, ensure the soldiers do nothing they are not supposed to." Ei ordered, suddenly in business mode.

"Understood."

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When the Storm host marched again, it was with Lady Alyra Hightower joining them to surrender Oldtown, having left her nephew in Highgarden.

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The Shield Islands

When the word of Hugh Chester's death reached home, the Shield Islands were quick to choose his son, Tomwell, as their next speaker and leader.

It was a good thing too, as the Storm Kingdom's fleet was sighted in the distance. Known for their speed in setting sail, the famous dromons were ready to defend the Shield Islands.

But not against the wingless dragon that had summoned a storm and sunk three hundred ships.

Nor the Storm Queen, who was seated on the dragon's head, taller than the stories, with four ethereal arms, a giant one on the right side and three smaller ones on the left, and two hands keeping her afloat.

She looked both terrifying and awe-inspiring.

When she demanded their surrender with one word, the Shield of the Reach broke like wet paper.

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Once the dromons had docked and the crews landed, Ian had taken several of his ships to the docks as well to speak to the Shield Islanders. He had never imagined himself here, speaking as the leader of a conquering fleet, but Queen Argella had made it possible.

"I am Lord Ian Tarth of the Isle of Tarth, speaking in the name of Her Excellency, Argella Durrandon. As you surrendered without a fight or duplicity, per her orders, you will not be harmed and will be treated with respect worthy of your stations." Any other ruler, and there would have been raids, lootings, and rapes.

None would dare disobey the God of Thunder's orders.

"My thanks in the name of the Shield Islands, Lord Ian, but won't Her Excellency speak?" Tomwell didn't know if he wanted to talk to a god, but not being worth her attention stung.

Ian sneaked a glance at the puppet as she sat on the dragon's head, watching the sunset. "She is Lady Shadow, a creation of Her Excellency in her own image. Queen Argella deemed that it would be better if we spoke lord to lord." It still unnerved him to know something created out of wood had the power to crush these islands to dust.

"As she wishes." Tomwell's head could not grasp the idea, but Lord Ian had no reason to lie.

"Until Her Excellency decides otherwise, your ships will stay in the docks to avoid any misunderstandings while we sail out. Half of your coffers and supplies will be taken, but there will be no further punishment. Her Excellency does not wish to incite chaos."

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Once the Shield Islands bent the knee and kept their ships chained in the docks, the Storm fleet sailed once again as directed by Lady Shadow to arrive in Oldtown at the same time as the host.

Ian's previous thoughts and beliefs on magic were hard to shake, but to speak to someone leagues away in an instant? It was doing wonders to change his mind.

A small garrison had been left in the islands, but the rest of the men had quickly sailed the next day.

The plan now was to surround the Oldtown on both sides to stop any escape attempts, not that the High Septon Lucenor could attempt something like this without destroying the reputation of his station.

And Lady Alyra Hightower had already bent the knee, as Her Excellency said when she spoke through Lady Shadow.

Still, it was best to be cautious, because any mistake could drag this conflict further. Most of the Faith Militant were dead, but the idea of rewards in the heavens could convince many men to raise their weapons against Her Excellency.

Now, it was time to see what the High Septon would do.

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In the next chapter:
"So, Kage, tell me, how do you feel?" How close to an actual person, regardless of mortal or divine, had Ei made her to be?

Kage, assuming that the question was about her status, reported as she would to her creator. "I am fully operational."

Not the answer she was expecting, but perhaps a bit of candor would be more useful here. "Hmm, do you have the capacity to feel emotions?"

"I have not been fitted with the ability."

Pinching the puppet's cheeks, Saiguu pulled and pushed, marveling at how this supposedly wooden creation moved so much like flesh. The puppet did not resist, once again assuming falsely that the kitsune was checking her frame for any damage.

Having the powers of the Shade of Life, things could be very interesting with this puppet.




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The Oldtown

Oldtown.

The sole center of learning in Westeros.

While the Citadel's history is not exactly clear, it is believed that Prince Peremore the Twisted, the second son of King Uthor of High Tower, invited wise men, teachers, priests, healers, singers, wizards, alchemists, and even sorcerers to Oldtown in his curiosity. Following Peremore's death, his brother, King Urrigon, granted land to "Peremore's pets."

Which became the center of learning that was known as the Citadel.

Another important part of Oldtown was the Starry Sept. Built by Lord Triston Hightower in honor of his mentor and regent, Septon Robeson, the Starry Sept was the seat of the High Septon, the leader of the Faith of the Seven, and the one who speaks for the Seven in the mortal realm.

Speaking of the Seven, Ei was beginning to think they did not exist.

The Andals, who had brought the Faith of the Seven to Westeros, were believed to originate from Axe of northern Essos, though there were also claims they came from south of the Silver Sea.

While septons and septas teach that the Seven promised Hugor and his descendants great kingdoms in a foreign land, the maesters believed that the Andals migrated due to the expanding Valyrian freehold, which was a threat to them.

After arriving in Westeros, they warred against the First Men and the Children of the Forest in the name of their god.

Ancient history did not concern Ei as much as the future, but it gave valuable insight into how the Faith of the Seven came to be, though it still did not explain the lack of any reaction from the Seven Who Are One.

Either they were bound to the lands the Andals had originated from, hence why she could not detect any sign of the Seven, or they did not exist in the first place, perhaps created by humans to unify the Andals and create a lawful society.

Though their morality system apparently did not tolerate other religions, and knighthood, an order meant to be chivalrous and protect the innocent, devolved to the point where oaths did not mean much to some.

Lady Alyra had ridden ahead to open the gates and waited for the host.

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Once the host had settled in, her fleet was allowed to dock, and Lord Ian came to report that the Shield Islands had surrendered peacefully and had not encountered any dangers during their patrols along the coast.

The men were glad to be ashore after spending so long at sea.

Lucenor Hightower, the High Septon, had been summoned to Hightower with all haste to discuss the recent unrest caused by septs across the four kingdoms.

The council room of Hightower had been quickly prepared for the talks, and Lucenor had been brought in.

"High Septon Lucenor." Ei looked at the old man, who was walking with a cane yet had so much hatred in his eyes.

Was it truly because he believed the Faith of the Seven was under attack, or because she had weakened his position?

"Sorcerer." Lucenor responded, his gruff voice not hiding anything.

"I want you to put an end to the unrest caused by the septs across my domain. Tell them to stop inciting the people to rebel." The Martells had yet to be pacified, and she could not leave embers of rebellion behind her and cross into Dorne.

"We will never stop resisting the false god that is you."

"I do not need people's beliefs to be a god, just my power." Lightning crackled outside, loud enough to be heard through the thick stone walls of Hightower. "I will not have rebellions in my territory. You will order them to stand down, or I will hang each one of them like common brigands."

Lucenor did not back off, however, too old to be intimidated. "Your threats do not scare me."

I would actually have to agree with that, because Lucenor was far past the average age of living among the more well-off populace of Westeros.

Saiguu, however, was not going to let an old man think he could do as he wished toward gods. "I find it quite weird that the Seven did nothing to protect the Faithful. I mean, she just killed over a hundred thousand people with one swing of her blade, but the Seven did not even make a peep. Why is that, High Septon? I am sure you, as the voice of the Seven Who Are One in this world, can shed light on this."

The kitsune goddess' tone was innocent, as if she was actually seeking to understand and not mock the holiest man in the Faith of the Seven.

"The Crone did not share her wisdom with me." Lucenor hid behind a convenient excuse, and Saiguu nodded sagely.

"Quite understandable, since you sent thirty thousand people to their deaths with nothing to show for it except a hole in the Red Mountains." Her words shocked Lucenor, as if he was suddenly burned, and left the High Septon speechless.

"Your Excellency, if I may?" Lady Alyria, who had been watching silently so far, requested to speak. Ei gave her permission, and she approached the High Septon, glaring at him in the eyes.

"Lucenor, the war is over, and if you drag this out, we will elect a High Septon. Do not forget who rules Oldtown." She reminded the High Septon. With her word, the Starry Sept would find itself quickly running out of donations, and Lucenor would quickly be replaced.

The idea of being replaced and left in obscurity scared Lucenor more than dying in the name of the Seven Who Are One did.

He could not be seen as bowing to the threats of a false god, but the Regent of Oldtown was a different matter. "As you say, Lady Alyria, but do not think the Seven will forget your compliance."

"And do not think I will forget your rebellious nature, High Septon." Ei reminded Lucenor as he was escorted out of the room.

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Riders were sent with the word of High Septon Lucenor, calling the local septons and septas to stop their efforts so peace could be achieved. Coupled with her previous decree, things should settle down on the religious front.

Now, it was time to march to Dorne.

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She had left the Thunder Dragon to patrol the Reach, flying all over the land, making sure to be seen by the keeps while the host marched to Dorne, staying in Oldtown to prepare for the desert conditions.

Water had been stocked fitting for Dorne, and in addition, Ei would create clouds to give shade to the host. Saiguu was not coming, having been left behind with Kage to survey the situation of the Reach, especially where they stood with harvests.

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Highgarden

Once Ei had left Oldtown for Dorne, Saiguu and her retinue made their way back to Highgarden. As the only person Ei could spare that could manage an entire kingdom, she was appointed as the Regent to address the issues the Reach faced.

But she had something more interesting in her sights now.

"Fascinating." Saiguu scratched her chin, examining the puppet created by Ei. Ever since she had learned just what the talented hands of her friend had created, she wanted to see them but only had the chance to examine the kagemusha now.

To a stranger, and to most people familiar with her, seeing which one was Ei and which one the puppet would have been impossible.

"So, Kage, tell me, how do you feel?" How close to an actual person, regardless of mortal or divine, had Ei made her to be?

Kage, assuming that the question was about her status, reported as she would to her creator. "I am fully operational."

Not the answer she was expecting, but perhaps a bit of candor would be more useful here. "Hmm, do you have the capacity to feel emotions?"

"I have not been fitted with the ability."

Pinching the puppet's cheeks, Saiguu pulled and pushed, marveling at how this supposedly wooden creation moved so much like flesh. The puppet did not resist, once again assuming falsely that the kitsune was checking her frame for any damage.

Having the powers of the Shade of Life, things could be very interesting with this puppet.

"Would you like to feel emotions, then?" She asked. This would be a very interesting gift for Ei and an even more interesting way of using her powers.

Could she use her powers on a puppet? Then again, seeing as humans were creations too, even if it was in a wildly different way, there was no harm in trying.

"I am unsure." Kage saw no reason to have emotions; after all, if her creator did not give her any, then they must not have been important.

Saiguu cupped Kage's face, drawing the well of power inside her. "Well, I am sure Ei will be fine if I tinker with you a bit."

"My body is not meant to be-be-be-be-be….." Kage began to glitch, her head stuck moving left to right in a loop while Saiguu's powers flooded the divine construct.

The puppet began to emit a golden glow that soon blinded the whole room.

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Eyes snapped open, and Kage sprang to her feet, the replica Musou Isshin at the ready. Seeing no danger in the room, she sheathed the sword and began to pat her body for any changes done to her.

Finding nothing out of the ordinary, she sighed in relief.

Kage had been worried that the meddlesome kitsune goddess had done something to her.

Alarmed, she stiffened again. Ei did not create her with the ability to feel worry. Any damage done to her body could simply be repaired, and even in the worst-case scenario, her consciousness could be preserved and transferred to a new body.

She should not feel worried for any reason.

"Morning. How are you feeling?" The one responsible for this, Kitsune Saiguu, entered the room without so much as knocking and started inspecting her face again.

This time, Kage slapped her hands away, gently, of course.

"What did you do to me?" She demanded, detecting something within her that made the puppet wish to inflict violence on the kitsune.

Saiguu clapped her hands, as if getting ready to explain everything. "I have no idea, but I think I gave you emotions and more autonomy over yourself."

"Why?" The puppet asked. She had not requested this, and the logic behind the kitsune's actions escaped her.

"Why not?"

Kage was taken back by the question, unable to find any reason to refute it.

It was strange to feel these things, emotions, well up inside her, but they also felt good? She wasn't sure what good felt like. The terminology existed in her memories, but the experience was nonexistent.

"Come on, we have work to do, and I am sure you can use the experience."

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"How is Reach as a whole doing on the harvests?" Saiguu, sitting at the head of the table, asked the ladies acting as regents for their children. Having so many ladies ruling at once was just another part of the string of unprecedented situations Ei had caused.

Now that peace had been achieved, their greatest problem was harvest, and as the current governor—another foreign word uttered by Queen Argella—everyone looked to Merina for a solution. "Due to the losses at the Battle of Summerfield, the late King Mern had drawn more levies than usual, leaving farms across the land in need of manpower."

"Simple then, we'll have farming machines brought to Reach and reduce the need for manpower." Saiguu declared. When she learned of Ei's reforms in farming, it made her ask.

Why would she do that? Surely, after eight thousand years, the Seven Kingdoms would know how to farm enough to feed themselves, right?

Wrong.

The proposition had Maralyn Rowan interested, for just like the other houses, House Florent, under her husband's rule, was trying to acquire these machines. "The machines used in the Storm Kingdom? Will Queen Argella agree to that?"

"She appointed me as the regent; my word is her word."

"That is wonderful to hear, Lady Saiguu." At least, the harvests would not rot in the fields, and Merina could breathe a sigh of relief.

"How soon can we get the machines? The farmsteads of Reach are the largest on the continent, and we will need as many as possible." House Gardener's lands fed half the realm, and the loss of so many levies had thrown the harvest plans into chaos.

"Kage, any idea how many can be made per month?" The finer details escaped Saiguu since she didn't have the time to learn more, but hopefully the puppet did.

Kage, who was watching the horizon as if she were seeing it for the first time, jolted at being addressed, quickly composing herself to answer. "With both Iron Works working, a hundred of each should be possible a month; however, they will only need threshers and reapers, so a hundred and fifty."

"What about the farmers in the Storm Kingdom? Their harvests should have been gathered by now. We can take their threshers and reapers to use in the Reach and then give them new ones over time, which should not be an issue by the next harvest." That way, the immediate need of harvest machines could be met.

Running the numbers in her mind, Kage approved the idea. "Probability of success is deemed to be acceptable."

"Now I just need messengers and workers to bring the machines here."

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Dorne

Where the Reach had cut their losses to survive, Dorne had chosen to resist.

Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.

However, they were also very well aware that they could not face the God of Thunder—as Argella Durrandon was named so now—and survive.

Which is why they were not going to fight at all.

The noble houses of Dorne would hide with supplies and men, lying in wait until Argella Durrandon left, striking when the garrisons she would no doubt leave behind had lowered their guard.

If they could not defeat Argella Durrandon, then they would make any invasion too costly to be worth it.

Already their coffers and everything of value had been removed to deny the Storm Kingdom the chance to loot. Taking as much food from the harvests as they could, the rest had been given to the smallfolk.

Water wells have been hidden, and what they could not hide was poisoned. Ships had sailed out; docks were damaged, not enough to make them entirely useless, but definitely troublesome for any invading force to make use of.

People of Dorne would be harmed by these precautions as well, but they would endure.

Supplies would be stolen from the enemy while wounding and killing as many as possible to reduce enemy numbers.

Patience was the key, and the people of Dorne were right at home.

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In the next chapter:
Chiyo flashed her a thumbs up before ripping Starfall's steel gate off its hinges. Pieces of stone from the wall flew around, and the top of the gate wall came down. Spinning around, she launched the gate, turning it into a deadly projectile, straight at the middle of the tallest tower.

The jagged metal beams pierced through stone, and the gate was lodged there, while the oni looked around for something else to throw.

The soldiers had stopped when the metal gate was torn off the wall and cheered when the Crimson Maiden tore through the wall. They had seen too many miracles from Her Excellency to be astonished by this.




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Where the Reach had cut their losses to survive, Dorne had chosen to resist.

Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken.

However, they were also very well aware that they could not face the God of Thunder—as Argella Durrandon was named so now—and survive.

Which is why they were not going to fight at all.

The noble houses of Dorne would hide with supplies and men, lying in wait until Argella Durrandon left, striking when the garrisons she would no doubt leave behind had lowered their guard.

If they could not defeat Argella Durrandon, then they would make any invasion too costly to be worth it.

Already their coffers and everything of value had been removed to deny the Storm Kingdom the chance to loot. Taking as much food from the harvests as they could, the rest had been given to the smallfolk.

Water wells have been hidden, and what they could not hide was poisoned. Ships had sailed out; docks were damaged, not enough to make them entirely useless, but definitely troublesome for any invading force to make use of.

People of Dorne would be harmed by these precautions as well, but they would endure.

Supplies would be stolen from the enemy while wounding and killing as many as possible to reduce enemy numbers.

Patience was the key, and the people of Dorne were right at home.

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How is that not fighting?

You think Ei would spare you if you just turtle up when she's near?

 

[ATP]

Idiots.They try ti hide from goddess.Well,it was nice to knew Dorne,becouse it would cease to exist.Or maybe only noble families? i hope,that Daynes would be smart enough to surrender.

P.S Great Septon who fear loosing power more then death - i could belive that.And his gods probably really do not exist.

 

[CILinkz]

well thats a bit obvious. if Argella marches into Dorne and sees nobody is there, its kinda obvious they will try a guerilla war.

if they dont want to have all their towns and walls and palaces, maybe just destroy it all and bury it into the Sand. wipe the slate clean. if they want to play Nomad so bad, they can do it forever. if the tech lvl falls to nothing, they become nothing but sand bandits. that happens when you leave all your infrastructure in the hands of the enemy.

 

[Zelgan]

And if you look out the left window, you will see the Great Dorne Sea, a vast stretch of sand and rock where absolutely no evidence there has ever been a civilization here ever been discovered.