107 Chapter 107 - The Power of Magic

Athina soared away, and Asmodeus turned to the others. However, they were in a stupor.

"?"

Asmodeus looked at Tyrion and Daenerys, whose eyes were about to pop out, and at the hesitant Unsullied.

What were they hesitating about?

Using legilimency, Asmodeus could read their thoughts.

'Should we draw our weapons? But he has a dragon!'

'This is a dangerous ability! How did he pull the creature out of that small bag!! I need to protect the queen!'

"Um, guys. Didn't you hear when I mentioned that I'm a wizard? It's just an enchanted storage bag."

Tyrion decided to ask, "My lord, approximately how many things can fit in your bag?"

Asmodeus, hearing Tyrion's question, casually stuck his head into the bag and began to speak loudly,

"Well, currently, there's a three-year supply of food for ten people in there. Also, about 200 cows, 50 sheep, a couple of dozen rabbits, a few sets of clothing, oh, I forgot about Rovena's dress... Some construction materials for a house, a couple of tons of gold... Niffler? Get out of here, you sneaky thief! No wonder I occasionally lose things from my wallet!"

Asmodeus abruptly pulled his head out of the bag and caught the Niffler that was inside.

"You! Newt brought you! I remember! Alright, off you go to him."

Without hesitation, Asmodeus waved his hand, and a portal appeared behind him, on the other side of which Newt was currently feeding Unbroken. Newt also works at the academy, so he sometimes comes to feed this poor dragon.

"Newt, catch!" Asmodeus threw the unsuspecting Niffler into Newt's hands.

"Hit."

"Ouch, ouch..."

Newt didn't react in time, and the Niffler hit him directly on the head.

"Asmodeus! Who throws Nifflers around! Stop. Weren't you supposed to explore the new continent?"

Newt looked up with doubt and saw the chaos on the other side, as well as a new type of dragon!

"Asmodeus, you found new dragon species! Can I come to you?"

'Oh no, no.'

"Sorry, Newt. I can't take you on the Journey without Tina's permission. So, later!"

Asmodeus hastily closed the portal.

"Phew, Newt is too obsessed with magical creatures. We would spend the whole day traveling the world in search of new beasts..." he muttered quietly.

But what was strange was the silence around him.

"Um? What's wrong with you guys?"

Asmodeus turned around and asked.

"..."

In response, just silence and stares.

Of course, Asmodeus doesn't understand that people are astonished by magic. He has long been accustomed to using magic in everyday life, and for him, it's just instinct, like drinking water. You can't see anything strange about drinking water, can you ?

Moreover, knowing that this is the world of ice and fire, he completely relaxed and felt like he was on a nature hike. He didn't understand that his ordinary use of magic, for people who have never encountered it, looks like a god descending into the mortal world.

This time, Tyrion didn't speak; Daenerys asked herself, "Lord Morningstar. Is this...?"

"What? Ah, the portal spell, yes, a convenient thing. I struggled to optimize it for my Mana and magical system, but now it works flawlessly."

"No... I'm not asking about that... although that too. But... there, there was a dragon?"

"Ah, yes. Unbroken, a poor dragon. It was used by goblins to guard their bank; I bought him and trained him. Now he works as an exclusive means of transportation for exceptional students."

"...."

'Damn it, what's happening!? I can understand the Targaryens, but now there's some unknown person with at least two dragons. But this man in the ring said that Drogon is a new type of dragon. Could it be... Could there be so many dragons from where this man comes from that they classify them by species!?' - Tyrion's brain processed information at an unprecedented speed.

Not only did Tyrion come to this conclusion upon hearing the conversation, so Daenerys asked, "Mr. Morningstar, the place where you came from... What role do dragons play there?"

Asmodeus, not particularly considering the current situation, gave a serious answer, "Well, that's hard to say. Children love dragons; they consider them cool... Some druids use dragons to plow fields, some, like me, use them as a means of transportation... Some dragon species are also bred for meat for wealthy people, and let's not forget about magical wands! Many wands have a dragon heartstring as a conductor. In short, good pets, roughly like a large horse...?"

"...."

Tyrion, out of sheer curiosity, wanted to check the hearing of any Maester; he had heard some absurd nonsense for the second time. Who would breed dragons for meat!?

Daenerys took a deep breath and exhaled, as if she had lost support for her arrogance. Haha, someone grows dragons for meat...

The problem is that, looking at everything that happened in the last two hours, it's hard for her not to believe everything Asmodeus says. She saw Athena, and how Asmodeus treated her. He treats her like a dog or a cat! Not to mention the strange magic. A bag that holds a three-year supply of food for 10 people and a dragon. Strange gates to another place that can be opened with a wave of the hand...

Already tired of shocks, Daenerys still managed to force a smile.

"Lord Morningstar, let's go inside quickly. The sun is setting, and it's getting cold outside."

"Oh, okay. I'm happy to."

Tyrion also finally came to his senses and followed the group. Upon entering the pyramid, Daenerys ordered the Unsullied to send soldiers to the barracks and asked the cooks to prepare dinner.

"Your Majesty..."

The Grey Worm whispered to his queen that it was dangerous to stay with such an unpredictable person. Daenerys understood the concern, but she didn't believe the Unsullied could protect her from Asmodeus if he intended to harm her. She decided it was better to try talking to him without unnecessary eyes around.

"When you're done with the soldiers, join us for dinner. Missandei, Tyrion, I think we should dine together with our guest. Lord Morningstar, what do you think?"

"I have no objections. It would be nice to have dinner in good company."

"Then it's settled. I suggest you take a bath, and in an hour, the servants will escort you to the dining hall."

A couple of servants who had been following Daenerys since her entrance into the building separated and headed towards Asmodeus.

"Lord Morningstar, please."

"Oh, what a reception." - Asmodeus left, muttering

"Phew... I thought I'd soil myself when I saw his dragon staring at me. Damn it, why does the world seem less and less like the one I knew every day!?" - Tyrion couldn't resist making a few nasty comments. Walking further down the corridor, Daenerys asked Tyrion and Missandei,

"What do you think of Lord Morningstar?"

Tyrion initially wanted to express his thoughts but saw that Missandei spoke first, so he decided to hear what the ladies had to say.

"Your Grace, I have a strange feeling about him. It's as if he's confident in every action... It seems destroying a fleet to him is no more than a game. But there's no arrogance usually present in people of his status. He looks at people as equals... Besides that, he..."

"What?"

"He looks strong and handsome..."

Missandei almost switched to a squeal at the end of her statement.

"..."

"What about you, Lord Tyrion? What do you think of him? Do you believe he's our ally or an enemy?"

"I don't know. He doesn't seem hostile towards us, but I can't discern if it's because he genuinely wants to build friendly relations or if he simply doesn't take us seriously... But that's not crucial. Did you hear what a man named Newt said? He mentioned that Mr. Morningstar seems to have set out to explore a new continent... If that's the case, it means that for Mr. Morningstar, Essos is a new continent. I could assume Westeros might be too. But then, where is he from? Ulthos or Sothoryos?

But even if we assume he's from there, why do they call Essos a new continent? We're not that far from each other, and no one has ever seen anyone living in those godforsaken places... Moreover, they have dragons, and with dragons, you can go anywhere... Another detail, did you hear his accent... I've never heard people speak like that, neither in the Seven Kingdoms nor anywhere else. He articulates words too precisely, and some of them are longer than the ones we use...

Besides, the list of names he introduced himself with... Honestly, if any of them is true, such a person can't be unknown, no matter how hard he tries. But I've never heard of Lord Asmodeus or the Morningstar family... Or dark lords...

In short, I don't know. After today, all I want is to have a drink..."

"Now is not the time. We have another person in our castle who can ride a dragon, and we need to gather all the information we can about him. It's best to sway him to our side. I hate to admit it, but his dragon... She's clearly stronger than Drogon. By the way, do dragons have a gender? Why did he refer to someone so ferocious with a female name?"

Neither Tyrion nor Missandei answered. They didn't know how to respond.

"Alright, Lord Tyrion, let's meet in the hall in an hour. Missandei, let's go take a bath."

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