Game of Thrones: King of Magic

Chapter 53

Solomon. King's Landing.

I was in one of the rooms of the Great Sept of Baylor, looking out the large glassless window that overlooked the entire southeastern part of the city, and waiting for guests.

The High Septon, nicknamed "Fatty," in view of his large belly and the amount of fat in his body, as well as the rule that forced him to renounce his name because of this position, did not speak out against my actions. He turned out not to be a particularly spiritual and cowardly person that when he saw my magic, he began to bow to the floor. In addition, it was quite interesting that Solomon's seal, which had the appearance of a six-pointed star, almost matched the symbol of the Seven, which unlike the seal had seven ends.

Though, it wasn't just magic that influenced this, but my appearance with the aura of the original Solomon's presence. As the Supreme Septon himself put it, I was supposedly a messenger of the Seven themselves and combined a part of each of the gods. He even began to sing dithyrambs in my honor, which was very familiar because of the Red Faith.

The precepts of faith in the Seven were more or less the same as those preached by the prophets of the One God, and he broke almost all of them. Of course, the Supreme Septon is far from the most honorable and decent man, but his influence could still play a hand, just like Kinvara said.

In fact, I already had tremendous power now, for faith in this era had tremendous power and influence. But it was preferable to limit myself to more subtle methods rather than direct action and intervention.

At my request, the High Septon began to slowly spread rumors about the supposedly unknown and invisible threat, and to channel the accumulated wealth to improve the lives of the Seven Kingdoms. This would indirectly raise the country's fighting ability and also not attract too much attention.

Returning to the present, I was alone in the room. Lavena, on the other hand, wanted to see the Flour Street where most of the bakers worked, and Kinvara went with her at my request, who was obviously displeased but did not cross my word. I did so for the reason that they needed to find common ground, well, or at least try to, and only time spent together, but without me in their company, could contribute to that.

At one moment the door to the room opened and the guest I had been waiting for entered, accompanied by the High Septon.

- Lord Messenger, he has arrived," he said, and I turned to greet the guest, who was Varis, Master of the Whisperers.

He was a full, bald, middle-aged man, dressed in a loose robe with wide sleeves. He had soft-looking hands, a smooth face, and a pampered appearance that could be characterized as slightly effeminate, but given his history and reputation, that was to be expected. My impression of him, on the other hand... he was extremely secretive and soft-spoken, it seemed to me.

When Varys saw me, aside from surprise, for a tiny moment I noticed fear in his eyes. He quickly concealed it, returning a humble and obliging expression to his face, but the emotion that slipped through was no illusion. What caused such a reaction? I suppose magic, for according to Kinvara, he hated and feared it because of the incident with the uneducated mage.

- Lord Varis, have a seat, we have much to talk about," I said in a calm tone, turning around and taking one of the couches in the room. - Thank you, High Septon.

- In the name of the Seven, I am glad to be of service to you," he bowed and left. Varis thought for a moment, examining me, and then slowly made his way inside, but remained standing.

- I can tell by your reaction that you know about me, Lord Varis, and I assure you that you are in no danger. I only wish to talk, and to discuss the future of the Seven Kingdoms.