Luke soon received Robb Stark's letter.
He took the letter, opened it, and scanned the neat handwriting. When he reached the line "I am willing to betroth my sister Sansa Stark to you," the corners of his mouth curved slightly upward.
Then he tossed the letter aside.
No reply.
What a joke.
As a transmigrator with every advantage in timing, location, and people, Westeros was destined to be his. He had no need to ally with anyone.
If Robb Stark was willing to submit to Draco and swear fealty to him, then he would consider helping the North.
Otherwise, no deal.
These past few days, during als, Sansa Stark's pretty face had carried the shy deanor of a young girl, hardly daring to look directly at Luke.
Her feelings were complicated.
She had received a secret letter from her brother and knew his intentions: to betroth her to this minor baron Luke and even have her actively "facilitate" the marriage.
Sotis she felt confused, sotis unwilling.
But more often, she felt joy.
She had strong feelings for Luke. The man who had crowned her Queen of Love and Beauty at the tourney. The man who had rescued her from King's Landing. The man who had brought her unprecedented happiness in Draco…
Yet her brother was too ruthless.
To achieve his political goals, he was willing to marry her off to a re baron? She was the daughter of the Lord of Winterfell!
And Luke was only a minor baron.
A maiden's heart was a tangled ss.
One day, as if she had finally gathered her courage, she spoke up.
"Lord Luke."
Luke looked up at her.
Sansa's pretty face flushed slightly, her voice soft. "Will you… help the North?"
By asking this question, she was really asking about Luke's feelings toward her. She was a lady, not a bold girl of the snows.
This question had troubled her for several days.
Luke looked straight into her eyes.
"Draco can help the North."
Sansa's eyes lit up.
"But—"
Luke paused.
"Robb Stark must willingly submit to Draco and swear fealty to ! All the nobles of the North must swear fealty to ."
Sansa's eyes widened.
Her mind went blank for a mont.
What had she just heard?
Weren't they "talking about love"? How had it suddenly turned into this… incomprehensible political issue of the North submitting?
Had Lord Luke gone mad?
Why would he think the North would submit at the feet of a re baron?
Although Sansa's political awareness was not particularly sharp, she was not completely ignorant. She understood the structure of Westeros.
The North had dozens of houses, tens of thousands of soldiers, and its own king… her brother Robb.
How could they possibly submit to a minor baron?
Luke watched her shocked expression but offered no explanation.
He simply said calmly, "Before long, I will declare myself king to the Seven Kingdoms."
Then he stood up and left.
Sansa remained seated, stunned for a long ti, unable to recover.
Several days later, in Draco.
An unprecedented "military parade" was being held.
On the newly completed "Draco Grand Plaza," banners filled the sky and the crowd was imnse.
Draco's current population had exceeded five hundred thousand. At least half had co to watch Lord Luke's military parade.
Because Lord Luke had declared a seven-day holiday across all of Draco!
Yes, seven days!
Residents from distant villages had arrived in the city early.
Sixty giant speakers had been set up around the plaza. The entire city was playing music. No matter where you were, you could hear those blood-stirring lodies.
It felt as if a grand "music festival" was being held.
There were currently one hundred and thirteen large screens across Draco, concentrated along Jaqenion Avenue and Luke Street.
At this mont, these screens were broadcasting live footage from the Grand Plaza.
Everyone was waiting.
Suddenly, all the music stopped.
The entire city fell silent.
A few minutes later, the majestic Jaqenion March began to play.
The host's voice rang out, steady and powerful, echoing across the city:
"People of Draco, brothers and sisters, fellow citizens, guests from all over the world, and devout followers of the Seven — greetings! I am Byron Fowler, Director of the Political Departnt of the Jaqenion Family Guard, with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel!"
The screens showed the main viewing platform.
The cara focused on a man in the uniform of the Jaqenion Family Guard. He stood before the microphone, tall and heroic.
Beside him was a row of seats. In the center, the largest and most luxurious seat was occupied by Luke — the Lord of Draco.
The others were high-ranking officials of Draco and special guests.
Everyone wore uniform "ceremonial attire." It followed the sa style as the regular military uniform but with different colors and details. It looked dignified and proper.
Luke's outfit, however, was unique.
He wore an imperial crown and a dark "xuán" colored imperial robe.
This was a style the natives of Westeros had never seen. But paired with Luke's handso, tall, and powerful physique, it looked extraordinarily heroic and domineering!
If anyone from Earth's Longguo had been present, they would have been shocked: "How dare you usurp the emperor's attire?!"
This was exactly the sa imperial crown and robe as the First Emperor!
Not the yellow robe, but the true dark imperial regalia! Red dragon patterns were embroidered on the robe. Luke's attire only used two colors: red and dark xuán.
When the cara focused on Luke, the entire crowd erupted in cheers:
"Lord Luke!"
"Lord Luke!"
"Lord Luke!"
The sound was like a tsunami, shaking the heavens.
The cara switched back to the host.
Byron turned sharply and faced Luke.
He raised his right hand straight up at a 45-degree angle — a perfect, flawless Jaqenion Family Guard salute.
After saluting, he turned back and continued:
"Honored Lord Luke, all parade formations are in position. Please give the order!"
The cara switched again to Luke on the main platform.
He stood up, took the microphone from a servant, and announced loudly:
"I declare the Jaqenion Family Military Parade officially open!"
The cara imdiately cut to the plaza in front of the main platform.
The host's voice rang out:
"Now approaching us is the Jaqenion Family Recruit Company. They…"
One formation after another.
Recruit Company, Infantry Company, Archer Company, Reconnaissance Company, Cavalry Company, Chariot Company…
They marched out from the central area, passed in front of the main platform, circled the plaza once, and returned to their starting positions.
The formations were perfectly uniform.
Every soldier's step was synchronized, every interval exact. The discipline, the precision, the imposing aura — it was sothing Westeros had never seen.
As they passed the main platform, all soldiers extended their right arms forward at a 45-degree angle.
They all looked spirited, their eyes sharp and bright. In their gazes toward the man on the main platform, there was nothing but devout reverence.
They shouted in unison:
"Jaqenion rules with virtue!"
"Lord Luke receives the Mandate of Heaven!"
"By the will of Heaven, may his reign be eternal!"
The sound was like thunder, shaking heaven and earth.
The natives of Westeros had never witnessed such a grand military parade.
The soldiers were impeccably uniford. Except for the Recruit Company, all units wore magnificent full-plate armor, helts, white cloaks, and carried gleaming silver swords or steel spears.
They looked like heavenly warriors descended to the mortal realm.
The cavalry's horses were fully armored, the riders holding long silver lances. They radiated killing intent and awe-inspiring power, as if a single charge could crush any enemy.
The most terrifying was the "Chariot Company."
Soldiers stood on "magical chariots." These magical chariots needed neither horses nor oxen — they moved on four wheels by themselves!
Combined with the earth-shaking speakers, the stirring background music that set the blood on fire, and the host's passionate voice, it left everyone's hearts pounding.
No one who attended would ever forget what they saw and heard today.
A total of 9,000 mbers of the Jaqenion Family Guard participated in this parade. Except for the 6,000 stationed at White Ridge Pass and Grey Glen Town, almost all soldiers had co.
Draco's security during the parade was temporarily handled by the Unsullied. The 5,000 Unsullied ensured no incidents would occur.
This military parade would later be known in history as the "Divine Revelation Ceremony."
Finally, all formations completed their circuit and returned to their positions.
A drone gave an overhead shot of the entire plaza. The magnificent scene appeared on every screen.
Then the cara switched back to Luke on the main platform.
He held the microphone, his voice echoing across the city.
"Today is destined to be a day recorded in the history of Westeros!"
"This is not only the first military parade of House Jaqenion, but also the day I, Luke Jaqenion, announce the 'divine decree' to all the people of the Seven Kingdoms!"
His voice was passionate and stirring.
"The Seven Gods love the world!"
"I, Luke Jaqenion, am the son of the Seven Gods. I carry the noblest magical bloodline in the world. By the will of Heaven, I have co to this world to save mankind and drive away darkness and eternal winter!"
As he spoke, he released the microphone.
It floated automatically in front of him.
He opened his arms in an embracing gesture toward the front.
Under the power of his spiritual storm, wind began to rise across the plaza.
The wind grew stronger, whipping everyone's clothes. The black dragon on red banners fluttered wildly.
This was a special application of powerful spiritual power that Luke had recently developed — "weather control." By creating low pressure in one area, wind would form!
Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of eyes, his body slowly rose into the air.
One ter, two ters, five ters, ten ters…
He was flying!
The entire crowd gasped in shock!
"He… he's flying!"
"He really is flying! It's true!"
"A god! This is a god! Lord Luke is a god!"
"Luke Jaqenion is the son of the Seven Gods! The incarnation of the Seven on earth! It's real!"
Luke's voice continued, carried by the microphone across the entire city:
"The ice demons of the eternal winter in the far North have begun moving south! Hundreds of thousands of wildlings beyond the Wall are assaulting the Wall!"
"And the Wall is the line separating the 'living' from the 'dead' — the lifeline of all living beings in Westeros!"
"The Night's Watch's duty is to guard the Wall. They are 'the sword in the darkness, the watchers on the Wall.' They do not participate in the internal conflicts of the Seven Kingdoms and swear fealty to no king. Their only goal is to resist the threat from the North."
At this point, Luke had risen more than ten ters into the air.
He continued:
"The Night's Watch should be the heroes guarding humanity! Yet this glorious and irreplaceable position is filled by exiles, criminals, and bankrupts from across the Seven Kingdoms! How can a few hundred evil criminals possibly hold that place!"
"These southern lords — every single one of them — are foolish, shortsighted idiots! The Others have already appeared, yet they continue to fight among themselves, killing each other and wasting Westeros's strength! They show no concern for the demons beyond the Wall!"
"These nobles are heretics bewitched by evil gods!"
"The Seven Gods love the world!"
"That is why I have co!"
"I will lead all living people to defeat the Others from the lands of eternal winter! I will lead all the common people suffering in misery to create a brand new era!"
His voice, like a divine decree, echoed over Draco.
In the crowd, Sansa Stark gazed up at the figure floating high in the sky.
Her eyes were wide open, her mouth slightly agape. She was completely stunned.
She finally understood.
She finally understood why Luke had said he would make all the nobles submit at his feet.
This man… really did seem like a god.
She rembered their first eting at the tourney, where he had been invincible. She rembered his gentle smile when he placed the crown on her head. She rembered his determined eyes when he rescued her from King's Landing. She rembered all the happy days she had spent in Draco.
And now, he was flying in the sky like a divine being.
Her heart beat faster.
Her cheeks flushed red again.
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