Chapter 97 - Negotiations with Free Folk (IV)

Chapter 97 - 97 - Negotiations with Free Folk (IV)"Gods, demons or any entity of chaos, all will die on my sword. That is a fate I have decreed upon the Nexus of Time and Space." Aenar Targaryen.

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After listening to Aenar's explanation of what was about to happen, Jeor remained silent. On the one hand, there was the fight for humanity's survival; on the other, his responsibility as Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. In the end, being a cold and pragmatic man, he chose the obvious.

"I've prepared Castle Black to receive the... Savages." Jeor spoke with a bored tone, showing a slight touch of anger at the mention of the Savages. For someone who had fought against them for many years, he never thought that one day he would be preparing negotiations with these people.

"Thank you for being understanding, Lord Commander. We can't just let the Others get another hundred thousand almost immortal troops. Besides, with Mance holding the Horn of Winter, he would destroy the Wall with his people." Aenar was sincerely grateful to hear that Jeor had agreed to the negotiations.

When he announced that he would negotiate with the Wildlings to get them into the North, most of the men of the Night's Watch would be outraged. Not because they didn't care about the survival of humanity, but because they had spent so long fighting the Savages that they simply saw the act of breaking the oath as something completely unacceptable.

"Does Your Grace think they'll bend the knee?" Jeor asked in a calm tone. As someone who had fought against the Savages for many years, he knew very well what they were like and how their society worked. The so-called Free People was not just a title, but a way of life that had lasted for thousands of years.

It wouldn't be easy to get the Savages to let go of all their history and customs, even if it meant surviving. Many people would rather die than betray their own traditions.

Aenar certainly knew what Jeor was talking about. Looking into the eyes of the former Lord of Bear Island, he replied in a calm tone:



"I gave them the chance to enter the North and mingle with our society. If they ignore my act of kindness, prepare to kill all the leaders of the tribes and Mance himself."

"It's better that they die by my hand than turn into White Wanderers." Aenar concluded, his voice cold and chilling.

Jeor flashed an equally icy smile as he listened to the Targaryen Prince's cruel words. He hoped that the Wildlings really would refuse Aenar's offer. He had long wanted to decimate those arrogant enemies.

"Your Grace is truly a man of the North." Jeor commented with a satisfied tone, appreciating the prince's determination and ruthlessness. Kindness, although valuable, was not enough for a king. He needed to be cruel when necessary, especially against enemies.

Aenar rolled his eyes. He didn't think that being a decisive man had anything to do with growing up in the North, but he said nothing and remained silent. Looking away, he saw his great-uncle watching him with completely blind eyes. Obviously, the man wasn't taking the potions with rabbit blood.

"Our family is safe and reunited. Daenerys, Visenya, Rhaenys and Rhaella want to meet the old and powerful Aemon Targaryen." Aenar said with an amused tone, noticing a smile appear on the Old Maester's lips.

Jeor looked at the Old Maester and couldn't help but smile too. It had been a long time since he had seen Aemon laugh as innocently as he did at that moment. He knew that the man was happy to know that his family still cared about him. At the same time, the Old Lord of Bear Island couldn't help but miss his own family.

"By the way, Moonfyre has bonded with Rhaenys. The two of them are inseparable partners. If it weren't for the dragon being too big to enter the room, the two of them would sleep together." Aenar commented, making Aemon smile even more happily.

Although he couldn't claim his own dragon, he was still pleased to see that beautiful silver creature with purple scales find a partner he could trust when the time was right.

But Aenar's next words made Aemon smile even more.

"Daenerys, your great-niece, emerged from the fire intact and, with her, three dragons. Balerion, a small black dragon with reddish scales; he's quite arrogant and undisciplined. Syrax, a golden female dragon, so silent you wouldn't hear her flying. And lastly, Vermithor, a dragon with bronze scales and green eyes, the grumpiest of the brood."

Aemon couldn't help thinking that this year of 294 was truly magical. So many things had happened that he felt he could finally die without worries. Knowing that House Targaryen was stronger than ever was comforting and, with Aenar's efforts, he knew that the Targaryens would rule this entire planet for eternity - or until the universe was destroyed. At least that's what Aenar had told him.

Leda looked at the almost hundred-year-old man with a curious gaze. After undergoing the Baptism of Blood, her king had told her that she could live for thousands of years without any difficulty. But living a hundred years was still something she could never have imagined achieving in her lifetime.

Thousands of years seemed too far away for her. At that moment, even a decade seemed like a long time, let alone thousands of years.

Jeor, Aemon and Aenar talked about many things, mainly about the coming war - not the war of men, but the war against the Others. All three were worried about this, especially Aenar, who wanted to kill the Night King as soon as possible, although he knew that this wish would not come true so quickly.

The evil gods would not let the war end so easily. Both sides would invest divine powers like never before. It could be said that the Night King was no different from a demigod after receiving so much power from the Cold God.

However, Aenar discovered that these Gods of Evil didn't perform the Long Night just to satiate their desire to kill and destroy. Like him, all the gods could sense the Immaterium Dimension, and they all felt the gestation of the Chaos Gods. Even though they were gods, the Gods of Evil didn't want other gods to be above them.

So the Gods of Evil decided on something simple: to prevent humanity from spreading indiscriminately in order to avoid the birth of the Gods of Chaos.

That was the reason humanity had never advanced. Just as they were about to advance to the next stage of society's evolution, the Gods of Evil began the Long Night. The Gods of Good, who were on humanity's side, fought their enemies tooth and nail and the planet's current system of power was thus established.

Aenar didn't have to fight the Long Night, but also the Gods of Evil, and even though they were preventing the birth of the Gods of Chaos, he didn't agree with the method.

He would be the Emperor of Mankind, how could he see his people being killed indiscriminately. If the gods dared to touch humanity during his reign, he would kill every god and goddess in that damned pantheon if he had to. He would do even worse than Kratos did when he destroyed Olympus, he would cleanse the world of these filthy divine existences.

As for the Gods of Good, Aenar didn't quite know what to do with them, they had helped humanity and preserve the last spark of civilization in all the Long Nights that had happened.



Otherwise, humanity would still be in the stone age.

"Is there a problem, Your Grace?" Aemon couldn't see, but Jeor noticed the cold, thoughtful expression of the young prince who would become king if he won the civil war, which he thought was quite likely Aenar would win the war and become king.

It wasn't that he didn't have confidence in Robert, but after seeing the crimson dragon, he really doubted that the dragon could be killed, it was more likely that the king and all his allies would be killed instead.

"It's okay, I just thought of certain annoying faces I want to kill." Aenar certainly couldn't say that he was preparing to kill gods, he didn't want his allies to be frightened by such a terrible and frightening fact in the eyes of all the people on the planet.

Jeor looked at the young prince suspiciously, he noticed something deeper in Aenar's words, but seeing that he didn't want to talk, the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch didn't ask any more.

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