Game Of Thrones: The God-Emperor of Planetos-Chapter 192 - Conspiracy Against a God (I)

"Death is inevitable, pain indispensable and love a blessing." Visenya I Targaryen.

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After the conversation between the two kings ended, the war didn't stop. The trabucos and cannons fired non-stop day and night, the sounds of booms resounding in the sky that could be heard miles away.

"My king, it seems Robert doesn't want to leave Harrenhal for battle." Tyrion spoke, looking at the king who was wearing more comfortable clothes as he sat on the main seat of the tent.

"It's normal that he doesn't want to leave, the longer we drag out this war, the more our army will consume resources and we won't be able to sustain the war for long." Aenar ate an apple and spoke in a calm tone.

Of course, he knew Robert and Tywin's thoughts, they both wanted to extend the war until House Targaryen's army could no longer sustain the enormous war machine that was the army.

And Aenar had to agree, that was the weakness of having such a large army in a medieval world, even he could do nothing to correct that weakness, for it was the innate flaw of agricultural civilizations, only industrial civilizations can sustain huge armies.

"What are we going to do?" Tyrion, who had a large beard around his face, asked with a deep tone. Unless the king used Caraxes, he saw no way of forcing Robert to fight on the battlefield.

"Don't worry, My Lord Hand; they're going to attack whether you like it or not." Aenar spoke with a nonchalance. Although using food as a weapon was indeed effective, this was a double-edged sword that could hurt the enemy as well as itself.

If Robert wanted to starve his army, Aenar could do the same, but unlike Robert, Aenar had the resources of a continent to feed his armies while Robert was stuck in Harrenhal, with the risk that his logistical lines could be destroyed at any moment.

However, Aenar wondered if Tywin was so foolish to think he could drag this war out for so long. He could see that Tywin was behind this strategy, which confused him. The Lord of Casterly Rock didn't seem like someone who would use such risky tactics with a high chance of failure, especially at such a delicate time.

Aenar tapped his finger rhythmically on the arm of his chair and then his eyes glowed with a phosphorescent light. Lines of time unfolded before him like gigantic, endless tunnels with infinite branches.

Aenar's eyes swept over countless timelines at once, but he wasn't looking for anything to do with this war.

Aenar was looking for something else, something more specific and divine.

"Found it." Aenar murmured as his eyes sharpened on the timeline, it was small and just one branch among millions of them, but it was what he was looking for.

Turning off his Prescience, Aenar pulled an obsidian dagger from the holster at his waist and looked at the dagger with a smile. On the dark obsidian blade, his reflection could be seen, but it wasn't the reflection that caught his eye, but the Valyrian Runes.

"When the army is about to lose, he'll come down to help Jaime again, but this time, it won't be Kinvara who's dealing the blow, but myself and my attacks aren't so easy to heal." Aenar muttered to himself, his eyes narrowed with a deep, penetrating gaze.

The key to ending this war more quickly was to kill the God of the Seven Faces or force him into a deep sleep, only then will the continent of Westeros be his completely. At the same time, the Faith of the Seven will be severely damaged without their god.

"Tyrion, call Kinvara." Aenar spoke, stowing the knife back in its holster.

"Yes, Your Grace." Although he didn't know Aenar's thoughts, Tyrion knew that the king was beginning to plot again. He just didn't know who the target of the conspiracy was. Even with all his intelligence, Tyrion never imagined that Aenar wanted to kill a god.

Kinvara didn't take long to arrive and knelt before him. Aenar simply held out his hand and Kinvara kissed it as if she were doing something extremely sacred. Which was in the eyes of everyone in the red religion. Who other than Aenar's wives could touch him?

So Kinvara was flattered to be allowed to touch Aenar again, the last time was when the Messiah was six years old and she met him at the River of the North.

"You've done a great job, the God of the Seven Faces has been successfully wounded and his divine blood has stained the dimension of the gods." Aenar spared no praise for his favorite priestess, he was more than satisfied with Kinvara. The woman had been a great help over the years.

A fanatical look reflected in Kinvara's eyes, she simply continued to kiss Aenar's hand more fervently. The praise of her god, king and messiah was more effective in making her happy than anything else.

Aenar didn't mind the woman's behavior and continued talking while his hand moved from Kinvara's lips to her hair and he began stroking the silky soft hair, as if he were stroking a cat.

To make Aenar more comfortable, Kinvara propped her head on his lap and allowed him to do as he pleased.

"This time, The God of the Seven Faces will try to help Jaime again, so I'll either kill him or force him into a deep sleep." Aenar stroked Kinvara's hair and spoke in a calm tone. Looking at the woman with her head in his lap, enjoying the caresses, the king's lips lifted in a smile.

As she enjoyed her king's caresses, Kinvara's eyes lit up; the death of a god was a rare event. As far as she knew, the last god to die was more than four hundred years ago, when the Doom of Valiria began.

Although she didn't know the reason for the destruction of Ancient Valiria, before the civilization was destroyed, the dragon gods went mad and killed countless gods before perishing.

Now, another god may die in the near future, and she was closely linked to that god's death. It could be said that her name will go down in history for taking part in such an event.

"What do you want me to do, Messiah?" Kinvara asked with a gentle tone as he narrowed his eyes comfortingly, finding the caresses in her hair incredibly good.

"Attack Harrenhal directly with a huge fireball, make it clear that the castle walls will never be able to protect them." Aenar spoke with a malicious sneer. He really wasn't going to use Caraxes, but that didn't stop him from using magic, especially magic as frightening as Kinvara's.

"My power is not enough to destroy the wall of Harrenhal, my king." Kinvara looked apologetic and spoke with an embarrassed tone. In her eyes, if she couldn't fulfill the Messiah's orders, it was because she was incompetent.

"Don't worry, my beautiful priestess, I didn't ask you to destroy the wall, only to make the morale of the enemy army plummet. Let them know that they have no hope." Aenar certainly knew that Kinvara didn't have the power to destroy the walls of Harrenhal, but he didn't want to destroy the walls, more the morale of the enemy army.

So he forced Tywin and Robert out onto the battlefield to try and win a few battles to boost the army's morale.

Honestly, Aenar could have chosen another option, like spending months laying siege to Harrenhal and disrupting House Lannister and Baratheon's logistics lines, but that was too time-consuming and he couldn't take too long with an army of Undead knocking on his door.

Aenar had no doubt that the Night King would be able to break the Wall when he got strong enough, and when he did, it wouldn't be the North that would be the battleground, but the entire continent of Westeros.

Kinvara nodded and smiled happily, as long as she was useful to the Messiah, she would be happy. Useless people are discarded and replaced, especially with Aenar who didn't tolerate incompetence in his Court.

The future didn't allow for incompetence, so Kinvara always tried her best to be useful and succeeded for almost ten years. She was proud to say that without her, the Red Legion or the Sardaukar might not exist.

The amount of gold, time, blood and sweat poured in was not something an ordinary person could achieve, so she was proud of her achievements for Aenar.

"Go on, make our enemies afraid to the extreme." Aenar spoke with a gentle tone.

Kinvara looked reluctant to part, but stood up and kissed Aenar's hand once more, before leaving without a second thought. freewebnσvel.cøm

Gradually closing his eyes, Aenar muttered to himself. "It won't be long now."

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