Chapter 107: The Dragon-Making Plan
Tyrosh, the Purple Palace, Throne Room
Several days had passed since the last drafting session. During this time, Sarene's mood had been somewhat low, and she had lost to Sarella almost every time.
The Throne Room was quite lively today; almost all members of the Spellbreakers were present.
The members of the Spellbreakers Alliance in Tyrosh had basically all become advisors to the Round Table Council. With the support of these infiltrators and defectors, Tyrosh's reform plan was proceeding smoothly.
The reorganization of the City Watch and the army was also steadily progressing. While absorbing new blood, Jon also reassigned some veterans into the City Watch.
"Alright, everyone!"
As the last person took their seat, Jon spoke at the appropriate time, asking everyone to quiet down.
"After studying the relevant history and materials, I have decided to initiate the 'Dragon-Making Plan' belonging to our Spellbreakers!"
"The Dragon-Making Plan!?"
"Are there still dragons in this world?"
"Isn't Lord Aegon a dragon himself?"
"Could it be that Lord Aegon has already found a way to breed Valyrian dragons?"
…As Jon proposed the plan, the advisors present became excited. They chattered amongst themselves. Although they, lacking the bloodline of the Dragonlords, would never be able to ride dragons in this lifetime, if Jon could truly resurrect the great dragons, they might restore the glory of the Valyrian Freehold.
Although the Valyrians of that era ruled their colonies with terrifying cruelty, if the roles were reversed, many here would gladly become the rulers instead.
"Salladhor Saan!"
"Yes, my lord!"
Upon hearing Jon's call, Salladhor Saan instantly stood up from his seat, his body held perfectly straight, as if he had undergone military training.
Ever since Jon had asked him for nautical charts of the Basilisk Isles, this pirate-born man had already anticipated such a development.
In some records of the Saan family, there were indeed mentions of fools who tried to tame long-winged dragons, but those individuals either perished in the beasts' bellies or died from unknown plagues.
There were rumors that the continent of Sothoryos was cursed. Most pirates only treated it as a place to plunder supplies; they dared not even establish resupply points there, because every blade of grass and every tree could easily claim a person's life.
"You will be fully responsible for this fleet operation. I need you to establish a resupply point in the Basilisk Isles. If those pirates refuse to cooperate, I will let them taste what 'dragonfire' truly is. As for the rest, I will hand it over to Narsas and the others to manage. By then, you only need to prepare to receive the 'goods.' Understood?"
"Yes! Lord Aegon, I will certainly complete this mission."
After listening to Jon's arrangements, Salladhor Saan immediately responded.
"My lord… that…"
"Whatever it is, speak plainly."
Seeing Salladhor Saan's hesitant look, Jon knew this man wanted to bargain again.
Although he was somewhat greedy, Jon trusted his ability to execute tasks. The establishment of the Spellbreakers Alliance would not have been possible without his negotiations and threats.
"Speak. Do you want to become one of the Gifted?"
"Hehe, Lord Aegon understands me best!"
Upon hearing Jon's words, Salladhor Saan's eyes narrowed into slits, and the flesh on his plump, dark face quivered slightly. He was clearly excited.
After concluding this matter, Jon continued discussing political affairs of Tyrosh with the advisors of the Round Table Council.
When the meeting ended, about an hour had passed.
Afterward, Jon brought Tyrion and Bronn to the Golden Scriptorium.
"Lord Aegon, it seems you have something very important to arrange for us; otherwise, you would not have asked Ser Barristan Selmy to guard the door."
Bronn still wore his usual half-smiling expression, and Tyrion also seemed to sense something, looking at Jon with a trace of anticipation.
"This Dragon-Making Plan is not just about capturing long-winged dragons. I have already spread word that our fleet is going to attack Ibben, but that is not my true objective."
"Uh… and then?"
After hearing Jon stop, Bronn—who had been waiting for him to continue—finally blurted out the question.
Jon did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Tyrion.
At that moment, Tyrion, prompted by Jon's words, also looked back at him.
"Do you still remember the first assessment question you encountered?"
Upon hearing Jon's reminder, Tyrion fell into deep thought, quickly retrieving the memory.
"Those three regions?"
"Yes. I hope you now have a clear understanding of where we stand and what must be done next. I will hand over command of the Kingsguard to you. You will continue serving as my advisor as well."
"Understood, Lord Aegon. This is my first time serving as a war advisor, and I will not disappoint you."
After receiving Jon's hint, Tyrion already seemed to understand what was expected of him.
"Bronn!"
"Uh… yes, I'm here, Lord Aegon!"
After listening to their cryptic exchange, Bronn's mind had gone blank. Only when his name was called did he snap back to attention.
"Your special operations unit will also join the Kingsguard this time, under Tyrion's unified command."
"Yes, Lord Aegon."
After dismissing them, Jon retrieved a book from the shelf titled The War Records of the Nine Copper Kings. The maester who wrote it had been extremely meticulous, even recording many minor details of the war.
Although Jon already possessed immense power and an army, it was far from absolute. To conquer this backward medieval world completely—and ultimately defeat the Others—he still had much to learn.
"Knock, knock, knock…"
A crisp knocking sound interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in."
The door creaked open, and a cloaked Narsas stepped inside.
To ensure Narsas's loyalty, Jon had invested a significant amount of power into him.
Narsas was now a formidable figure, though not suited for direct combat. However, in intelligence gathering, he was unmatched.
Jon had also invested enormous resources into granting him an ability called Transformation, allowing him to assume identities similar to the Faceless Men of Braavos—only more advanced.
In theory, Narsas could imitate almost any system class except Jon's own Dragonlord abilities, replicating up to eighty percent of their strength.
"How is it?"
Without looking up from his book, Jon asked the question.
"According to intelligence gathered in Myr, Sarene was indeed bought out of a pleasure house in Lys. However, her background is far too ordinary—so ordinary that it does not match her at all."
"Oh? Why do you say that?"
Jon closed his book, now fully interested.
"Her mother was a prostitute, and her father a drunkard. After paying them a single gold coin, they revealed everything—including when Sarene was sold, and even details of her personal life."
"And what is strange about that?"
A faint smile appeared on Narsas's face.
"Her bearing… and her temperament."
His tone carried certainty.
"A person raised in such an environment could not possibly develop such composure. Even the finest bed slave in that pleasure house only managed to become the mistress of a magistrate."
"Leave it for now. If someone is backing her, they will eventually make contact. By keeping her close, I can control what information reaches them."
Jon was slightly surprised by the possibility that Sarene might be a spy, but not unsettled.
The reason he had promoted her to captain of the relief team was because he had sensed a faint trace of dark magic emanating from her.
Although Jon now possessed the power to overturn the established order, dragon-related resources were limited and consumed with each use.
Expanding his own forces was just as important.
He needed to treat such power as something precious—used carefully, never wasted.
Now was the time to rapidly expand the strength of the Spellbreakers, and then proceed methodically.
Only after securing full control over the Three Daughters could he move against the Seven Kingdoms without restraint.
The groundwork for the other two Free Cities had already been laid.
The rest depended on Tyrion.
If Tyrion failed to meet expectations, he would remain only an advisor.
Jon would not allow him to rise too quickly—lest it provoke dissatisfaction among the merchants and governors who already served him.
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