Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 277 - But Not Overstepping the Limits
Time flows.

Winterfell enjoyed several days of peace.

The faith in the Old Gods had long been rooted in this land, and now it was simply growing faster and more efficiently than before. More temples, more weirwood trees, more praise, more prayers. And beyond that, there were the numerous ravens that emanated from Winterfell, reaching every noble territory in the North, demanding that they bring their armies to Winterfell.

Everything is functioning normally.

Everything was under Jon's arrangement and control.

Every step he took was effortlessly easy, far beyond his expectations. Sometimes he even felt as if he were still in a fantasy dream, and that he might open his eyes at any moment to find himself back in that cold, cramped watchtower on the city wall, or even in the dilapidated little compartment bed in Caster Fortress.

He hoped that was the case.

However, soon, on an ordinary morning, a raven carrying bad news appeared atop the tower of Winterfell. The news it carried was only slightly better than the worst-case scenario.

"How dare they! They actually dared to imprison Lord Ed!"

Jon clenched his fists and delivered the letter from the raven to his family and men—even if the world hoped for self-preservation, some pent-up tensions would eventually erupt—King Robert had died in a hunt, and Hand of the King, Eddard Stark, had been imprisoned for knowing the secrets of the royal bloodline. Of course, unlike the original history, the mentally unstable young king didn't recklessly execute Eddard in public. Instead, he imprisoned the Warden of the North and demanded that the Stark heir come to King's Landing to swear allegiance to him.

Therefore, the conflict was not fully aroused.

King's Landing remains shrouded in the uncertainty of war. Even though Lady Catherine has not fled south and several key members of the Queen's family have not been arrested, the succession claims from the deceased king's brothers continue to cause headaches for the current rulers. Therefore, they desperately need the support of forces from the north.

pity……

"Take King's Landing! Rescue Lord Eddard!"

"Let them see what we're made of!"

"The Old Gods protect us; the false king deserves only to bow before the banner of the North!"

In Winterfell, the lords and nobles were in a state of turmoil. While the coup leaders in King's Landing had chosen a more righteous path, they had underestimated the nature of the Northerners. They didn't understand the meaning of unyielding integrity, and therefore, they would ultimately face the ravages of war from the North.

"Prepare the army!" Jon's decisive action shattered the chaos and commotion in the hall. His position was steadily and slowly transforming him, gradually shaping him into the persona of a ruler.

He raised his sword.

"Winter is coming, never give in!" he roared.

His voice resounded far and wide, even his worried foster mother and brothers found solace in it. His resolve became a banner, allowing the vast army gathered around Winterfell to move smoothly. And naturally, the sword he had raised high eventually fell towards King's Landing.

"Pick up your weapons and prepare for battle!"

His will was fulfilled.

When the bad news from King's Landing spread, countless warriors from the North joined his ranks. They were blacksmiths, hunters, lumberjacks, shepherds and farmers dwelling in the wilderness and fields. Now, they chose to fight for the Starks, for the honor of the Old Gods.

As a result, the army grew stronger.

Resources for the march were being prepared in earnest. Amidst the escalating flames of war, Jon Snow wandered alone on the highest level of the castle.

He saw that man again—as expected.

Even though he was at least ten times stronger than before, the stranger's power and hidden secrets remained as deep and profound as mountains and abysses. The gap in combat strength between the two sides would not decrease, but only increase.

"Your Majesty," the king bowed to absolute force. "I want to know, if I go south, what are my chances of successfully rescuing Lord Ed?"

“Not many,” the man replied. “You can definitely conquer King’s Landing, but you may not be able to save your foster father. Your opponent is not one that can be understood by common sense. His madness and unreasonable behavior are enough to destroy the most elaborate schemes and render the most profitable contracts useless.”

The new king of King's Landing is named Joffrey Baratheon, a twisted and deranged noble monster. He acts entirely on whim and whims. However, compared to his twisted and bizarre nature, he possesses none of the authority and demeanor a king should have.

He is unworthy to be king—that's what many people think. And those who are thinking this are also looking to other family members who still have power.

"So you don't think I should send troops?"

“The decision is yours, not mine,” the stranger replied. “You can go south, you can fight. You even have a chance to reunify the seven kingdoms. And whatever you choose, you have the freedom to do as you please.”

silence.

A turbulent undercurrent was brewing within Jon Snow's heart.

“I have a feeling.” He pursed his lips slightly and spoke in a deep voice. “I was chosen by you to complete a certain mission. And this mission is closely related to the North… Should I not leave Winterfell?”

He still remembered the majestic high wall, the arduous battle, the suffocating fear that pressed down from behind it, and the blazing light that nearly blinded him when he tried to observe it.

“That’s a possibility.” However, the stranger was unwilling to give a definite answer. “The power of unity is always stronger than that of going it alone. If you can become the King of Westeros as quickly as possible, then even if the walls of Despair fall and evil from the outside world pours in, you will at least still be able to provide protection for the entire kingdom.”

"If you choose not to go, the resources will still be in your hands. Perhaps you will become the last line of defense for the Northerners. But the real future remains uncertain."

That's all for now.

Jon now understood the predicament these two 'tourists' were in. He knew they would never take responsibility or make promises. Ultimately, it was up to him to decide what to do.

“I’m going south,” he said, his tone firm and full of determination. “I need to go save the people I know first.”

“Then, before you set off, you must learn how to properly use this spell.” The stranger raised his hand.

In his hands, the radiance of magic was shimmering.

"This is something that only you Starks can understand and use."

"Now it's just right to return it to its rightful owner."

(End of this chapter)