LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 17: Whispers
In the lavish chambers of his temporary estate in Braavos, Illyrio Mopatis paced back and forth, his fingers clutching a goblet of spiced wine. His usually composed demeanor had been replaced by frustration and anger. The theft of his dragon eggs and the disappearance of Daenerys Targaryen weighed heavily on him. He had sent out whispers, spies, and messengers to every major city, instructing them to search for the stolen treasures and the girl.
His most trusted couriers had already left for King's Landing, tasked with delivering a message to Lord Varys, the Spider of the Red Keep. Varys was his oldest ally, and Illyrio knew that if anyone could track down the thief and Daenerys, it was him.
By the third week, Varys finally received Illyrio's message in the confines of his secret chambers within the Red Keep. The scroll detailed the theft and described the mysterious man who wielded strange, deadly weapons.
Varys read the message twice, his usual enigmatic smile slipping into a rare frown. "A magician," he murmured to himself, his mind already racing through possibilities. "Or something far more dangerous."
Because the things that Illyrio described in the letter, he has never heard or seen it before.
He wasted no time in dispatching his own agents to Essos, instructing them to gather information on the whereabouts of the dragon eggs and Daenerys. If these treasures were truly lost, it could disrupt years of careful planning.
On the other side
Far away on the endless plains of Essos, Khal Drogo rode at the head of his khalasar. His bloodriders followed closely, their faces grim from days of relentless travel under the blazing sun. The scorching temperatures had slowed their progress toward Braavos, and an unexpected skirmish with a rival Dothraki clan had further delayed them.
Though victorious in battle, the delay meant they were now weeks behind schedule. However, Khal Drogo remained determined. The promise of a new bride, gifted by Illyrio, and the political power she could bring to his khalasar, drove him forward. He would reach Braavos in another 2 and hald weeks and he would have a beautiful bride.
By the end of the third week, Illyrio arrived in Pentos. His opulent litter, carried by eight strong slaves, was greeted with bows and murmurs from the city's merchants and guards. He made his way to his estate, unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface.
As one of the wealthiest and most influential magistrates of Pentos, Illyrio's arrival was a significant event. However, he was too preoccupied with his losses to notice the subtle changes in the city's, whispers of unrest among the merchants, and a certain foreign man gaining influence among the people. As Illyrio came to Pentos, how could Viserys stay by himself, past few weeks has been really bad for him because all his dreams were crushed 3 weeks ago by an unknown man. And than it turns out that Illyrio was planning to give dragon eggs to Daenerys for her marriage as a gift. Which made him even more mad because He was the Dragon and he deserved his own dragons under him. He argued with Illyrio about it but because years of foot licking experience Illyrio managed to trick him and cool his anger. But deep down Illyrio sneered at him for being so incompetent.
Meanwhile, in the reclaimed warehouse, Alex was sitting in a secluded corner, scrolling through the System Store. His fingers hovered over the Soldiers section, his mind reeling at the possibilities. The system displayed a vast array of soldiers from different worlds and fictions.
He clicked on the Naruto section, marveling at the options:
Genin (Basic Ninja): 10,000 credits
Jonin (Basic Ninja): 100,000 credits
Kage (Average Leader): 1,000,000 credits
Shaking his head, Alex moved on to the One Piece section:
Marine Grunt: 5,000 credits
Vice Admiral: 500,000 credits
Admiral: 5,000,000 credits
Finally, he scrolled through Bleach, his curiosity piqued:
Shinigami (Basic): 200,000
credits
Captain-Class: 1,000,0000
credits
Vasto Lorde: 10,000,000 credits
The prices were astronomical, far beyond what he could afford. "Damn," Alex muttered. "Even if I had a hundred years, I couldn't get enough credits for these guys.
Setting aside the unattainable options, Alex focused on the soldiers he could afford. He noted that modern armed soldiers and unsullied remained his most viable choices for now. However, the doubling cost of non-native units made him hesitant to rely too heavily on them.
Alex closed the store and turned his attention to the map of Pentos. He had already bribed several merchants and established contact with the puppet prince. With the festival of the Maiden of the Sea approaching, he knew his opportunity to strike was near.
The Calm Before the Storm.
As night fell, Alex stepped outside the warehouse. His forces though small were growing more disciplined each day. Daenerys was training alongside the freed slaves, her determination to reclaim her birthright shining through her exhaustion. The two knights, Leon and Raven, supervised the drills, while Victor and Mark the two armed soldiers trained a select group in advanced tactics.
Alex took a deep breath. Illyrio had no idea what was coming, and neither did the magistrates. In just a few weeks, Pentos would change forever.
(SKIP ANOTHER 6 DAYS)
THE D DAY
ON THE WAY TO BRAAVOS
The Dothraki horde was halfway to Braavos when a lone messenger from Illyrio reached Khal Drogo's camp. The Khal sat on a makeshift throne of furs and bones, his bloodriders surrounding him. The messenger bowed deeply, trembling as he handed over the message.
Drogo's piercing gaze scanned the parchment. It bore Illyrio's plea for him to turn toward Pentos instead, citing an "unfortunate accident." The vagueness of the message and the disruption to his plans enraged the Khal.
Without hesitation, Drogo stood, his towering frame casting an intimidating shadow over the messenger. "You bring me this insult? You dare disrupt my march?" he growled.
Before the man could respond, Drogo ordered his bloodriders to strip him. The horde watched in silence as the Khal personally skinned the messenger alive, his fury displayed for all to see. With the man's agonized screams fading into the night, Drogo turned to his khalasar.
"We ride to Pentos!" he declared, his voice thunderous. "Let their walls fall, and their people bow before the strength of the Dothraki!"
The horde erupted in cheers as they redirected their course, their fiery determination mirroring their Khal's wrath.
The city of Pentos was alive with celebration. Streets were adorned with lanterns, and people danced in preparation for the Maiden of the Sea Festival. Merchants sold exotic goods, children played, and the air buzzed with joy and anticipation.
But beneath this festive facade, the city's fate was already sealed.
2 days ago Alex found out that Illyrio and Viserys has returned to their estate and word on the streets were that they were looking for someone or something. So, Alex decided to end their lives same time with the magister because he doesn't want to be bothered by them in future.
Inside the dimly lit warehouse, Alex stood with his team, finalizing the plan. The room smelled faintly of sweat and oil as his armed soldiers, Victor and Mark, inspected their AR M4 rifles, now equipped with silencers.
Alex addressed them, his voice steady. "Tonight, we end it all. We take out the magistrates, Illyrio, and Viserys. Remember, precision is key. No civilian casualties unless absolutely necessary. The chaos we create will distract the public, but we must remain unseen."
He handed each soldier a grenade. "Use these to create diversions. Once the magistrates are down, the puppet prince will spread the story that it was the fury of the gods. The people will believe it. They already resent the magistrates."
Victor smirked. "Got it, boss. Clean and efficient."
Mark loaded his rifle. "This will be a night they'll never forget."
"Stupid, they won't be alive to remember anyway" said Alex.
Unaware of the storm brewing, Illyrio and Viserys were at the magistrate's estate. Illyrio, still reeling from the theft of his dragon eggs and the disappearance of Daenerys, was indulging in his usual feast, trying to calm his nerves.
Viserys, on the other hand, was restless. "Where is my sister?" he snapped, pacing the room. "You promised me a crown, and instead, you lose her to some phantom thief!"
"Calm yourself, my prince," Illyrio replied, his tone laced with irritation. "We will find her. The city is already on high alert."
Viserys glared at him but said nothing.
As night fell, Alex and his team moved silently through the shadows of Pentos. The streets were crowded with celebrants, making it easier for them to blend in.
They reached the estate of the magistrate, where they were all gathered, Alex used his Stealth drone to check if all the targets are there and than gave the green flag. Victor and Mark took their positions on the rooftops, their silenced rifles trained on the guards. Alex gave the signal, and within seconds, 4 guards collapsed silently, their bodies slumping to the ground.
The group entered the estate, methodically taking down guards as they advanced. When they reached the magistrate's chambers, Alex didn't hesitate and used his 9mm pistol to end their lives. He didn't listen to any of their pleas, ot should I say there was no time given for their please because it was all to quick. Specially with the help of Victor and Mark and due to their precise marksmanship.
Using the grenades, Alex created controlled explosions in the estate's courtyard. The sound sent shockwaves through the city, drawing the attention of the celebrating crowd. Panic spread like wildfire as people screamed and scattered.
Victor and Mark fired more shots into the air, creating further chaos. After taking the silencers off the guns. In the distance, bells rang as guards scrambled to address the emergency alert.
After the chaos ended. Soldiers found the dead bodies of all the magistrates and Viserys as well. As planned, the puppet prince announced to the panicked crowd that the gods had struck down the magistrates for their greed and corruption. The people, already disillusioned, accepted the explanation. Although it was the first time it happened in the history of pentos, put these peasant people choose to believe that they were sinners that's why God strike them to death with the mysterious explosion.