Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Wooo... Woooo... Woooo...

The shrill sound of the flute echoed continuously across the entire sky.

Like the melodious and resentful wails, crying to the cold, angry waves; like the ferocious and terrifying hisses, screaming towards the Rain House City on the shore.

All the warships simultaneously activated their lights, and Broken Boat Bay under the dark night instantly became as bright as day.

Large schools of fish, attracted by the light, curiously surrounded them, crowding together in dense masses in the sea, almost filling the deep waters.

The humans in Rain House City, however, fearfully lit beacons, rang alarm bells, and summoned the sleepers.

"Someone is invading!"

"Hundreds of ships are coming from the sea! A fleet, the fleet of King's Landing!" The terrifying light allowed them to see the enemy's numbers and majestic appearance.

"Stop sleeping!"

"All men to the city walls! Put on your armor! Take up your weapons!"

The shouts of the night watchmen, accompanied by the clanging of bells, spread from the watchtowers, but the terrifying, drawn-out cries from the sea sounded like thunder, and the eerie tones made people's hearts tremble and their souls stir.

Human shouts could not even carry ten steps.

The guards quickly realized that they were simply doing useless work, but fortunately, the enemy's alarm also served to remind everyone, and with even better effect.

Lights successively lit up in the towers and houses within the city, and many people went out to investigate without even dressing properly.

The watchtower's beacon fires and the guards' postures finally conveyed a clear signal to the city: enemies were invading from the sea, and they were very powerful!

The pirates of the Stepstones? The squids of the Iron Islands? The royal fleet of a petty king?

After climbing onto the city walls, people saw the answer.

Countless warships emitted bright white light, and the flags on the sails and masts were all uniformly black crowned stags on a gold background.

The royal fleet!

"How could there be so many ships!?"

The knight who uttered the exclamation was carrying a shiny helmet under his arm, the top of the helmet inlaid with the blue-green whirlpool sigil of House Wilde.

"Lord Casper." The guards respectfully saluted the master of Rain House City.

Everyone stared at Casper Wilde, their eyes filled with unease and anticipation, as if the fate of everyone rested on Casper Wilde's next words.

Casper Wilde's expression was serious, and he was rapidly calculating the current situation in his mind.

For various considerations, he did not personally lead troops to respond to Storm's End, but instead allowed his uncle, Ser Mond Wilde, to lead the team to participate in the war.

However, later information made him somewhat regret his decision.

The support of the Northern Three Kingdoms for the Iron Throne was less than expected, while Highgarden's performance was more firm and generous than anticipated.

Victory seemed beyond doubt.

At that time, what if His Majesty Renly misunderstood the loyalty of House Wilde?

Casper Wilde then gathered more troops and prepared more supplies, intending to personally lead the army north to reinforce them.

The scheduled departure was tomorrow.

But now... Casper Wilde gazed at the fleet on the sea, which was so bizarre that it seemed like a mythical story, and the scales in his heart couldn't help but swing again.

Could it be that those outrageous rumors coming from King's Landing were really not rumors?

And those descriptions that seemed absurd even when heard as stories were all realities that King's Landing was currently experiencing?

At least, the powerful fleet in front of him was real.

Casper Wilde stared at the fleet, and together with everyone in Rain House City, listened to the almost endless cries, guessing the meaning and power it symbolized.

After an unknown amount of time.

The soul-stirring cries finally subsided and stopped, replaced by a calm declaration that resounded throughout the castle:

"By the order of His Majesty King Joffrey I of the Houses Baratheon and Lannister, to punish the rebels and cleanse the coast.

House Wilde blindly serves the usurper Renly, fueling the arrogance of the rebels, disregarding peace, ignoring the people, and betraying the king to whom they swore allegiance. The crime is enormous, how can it be tolerated?

Now we come across the waves to clarify the truth, to correct the public's perception, and to warn others.

Listen:

Rain House City is given one quarter of an hour to raise the white flag and welcome the King outside the city with all its members. You may still be pardoned for your sins, retain your fief, and be allowed to be the vanguard for the King.

Otherwise, the time when men and horses fall, the castle collapses, and the family name is ruined will arrive immediately.

Don't say you weren't warned."

The emotionless, flat tone of the male voice announced the intention that Rain House City feared and worried about the most, announcing a terrifying disaster.

No one could ignore these invisible and intangible words.

The fleet in the sea emitted a strange light, standing still in the angry waves, giving the words the heaviest weight and the most dazzling color, becoming a decree symbolizing authority.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the Earl.

Casper Wilde held the helmet in front of his chest tightly, his expression grave.

Who will win the throne?

What choice should House Wilde make? Is now the moment to make a decision?

Casper Wilde was in a state of confusion.

This war should not have been a disaster for House Wilde.

House Wilde only needs to follow tradition, firmly pledge allegiance to its liege lord, fulfill its duties faithfully, fight hard, and abide by honor and oaths, surrendering or surrendering with dignity.

Then, whether successful or defeated, at least they can continue to exist under the new king and keep the family's castle.

However.

Surrendering now, even in the face of an irresistible fleet, can it be considered loyalty?

He knew the answer.

Now, the war has only just begun, and after Massey's Hook, Rain House City is likely to be the second piece of land to welcome the flames of war.

Surrendering at this time will never be understood by the lords, let alone tolerated by Storm's End.

If Storm's End achieves final victory, and His Majesty Renly happens to remember this incident, House Wilde will face a crisis of decline and even destruction.

Compared to such a risk, even having the castle razed to the ground by the royal fleet is more acceptable.

Dying to be loyal to the liege lord, the family's reputation will be more glorious, the lords will all admire and praise it, and the king cannot openly accuse it.

After everything is settled, the new king will definitely not harm the feelings and traditions of the nobles, and House Wilde will be reborn, and will continue to pass down the fiefdoms, taxes, and titles of thousands of years.

"Lord, time is almost up." His servant couldn't help but remind him.

"I know."

Casper Wilde stroked the familiar sigil a few times and firmly put on his helmet.

Moreover, Rain House City is a fortress carefully built by generations of the family, at least it can hold out for a while, waiting for reinforcements, a great storm, or the withdrawal of the royal fleet.

Casper Wilde was still quite puzzled by the fleet's attack.

Why is the royal fleet so eager to occupy this rainforest of Cape Wrath, making such a big fuss? Go to Storm's End, go to the Eyrie.

Why waste precious time in Rain House City?

There was no time to think about it any further. Casper Wilde immediately instructed the scholar: "Release the raven to report the news, to Storm's End, to Stonehelm."

The black bird circled the tower a few times and flew far north, without any obstruction.

A quarter of an hour arrived.

On the 'God's Grace', Joffrey sighed.

"All troops, bombard."

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