Taechu said, "Braavos previously had no knowledge of His Majesty Stannis's plan for the battle of King's Landing, so I cannot comment on that.
However, regarding the Long Night and the Others, the Sea Lord, the archmaesters, and the keyholders have long reached a decision.
The Cold God comes from Westeros, the King of the Others was transformed from Benjen Stark, and the Long Night is a disaster that Westeros has brought upon the entire world.
As victims, we should have demanded compensation, but given the situation of the Seven Kingdoms, it is impossible for us to truly kick someone when they are down."
It was obvious that the Braavosi considered the matter unrelated to themselves and intended to watch from the sidelines.
Dany said calmly, "If Westeros ultimately cannot hold, do you think you can survive in a world without the sun?"
"Do you believe the savior is in Braavos?" Taechu countered.
"The savior in the prophecy of Asshai is His Majesty Stannis," Davos said immediately.
Taechu smiled. "Exactly. Westeros has both the King of the Others and the savior. This is clearly your own affair, so why should we get involved?"
"And you are certain the Others cannot cross the Narrow Sea?" Tyrion sneered.
"Unless someone deliberately throws the Others across the Narrow Sea, or the sea itself freezes." Taechu stared at the dwarf, speaking word by word.
"No one is that insane, but the last Long Night affected the entire world. Will this one be any different?" Tyrion said seriously.
Taechu frowned and looked toward the Dragon Queen. "How would the Others cross the Narrow Sea? Could it freeze? That is at least four hundred kilometers!"
"In the middle to later stages of the Long Night, there may be glaciers connecting the two continents. You know the Old Man of the River, right? He experienced the last Long Night."
Taechu nodded with a grim expression.
The Battle of Meereen had drawn nearly the entire world's attention. Its outcome would affect the future political landscape of Essos, so who could ignore it?
Naturally, they knew the Old Man of the River had sided with the Dragon Queen.
They had no reason to doubt him. After all, he truly lived through the previous Long Night.
In truth, even without his reminder, Dany had already guessed that icebergs would appear at sea.
Even the Atlantic Ocean has icebergs. Otherwise, how could the Titanic have sunk?
The Atlantic is far wider than the Narrow Sea, and the Long Night is far colder than Earth's winter. So while the Narrow Sea might not freeze completely, the appearance of continuous icebergs is inevitable.
Braavos lies at the northernmost end of Essos, at the entrance to the Narrow Sea, making it the most likely place for glaciers to appear.
After a long silence, Taechu sighed. "If the Others appear on Essos, Braavos will certainly join your 'United Front Against the Others.'
But for now, the danger has not reached us, and the climate is so harsh. What motivation would nobles and commoners have to travel thousands of miles to risk their lives in a foreign land?"
Davos said, "The common people may be ignorant, and nobles may be selfish, but those in power should have foresight. They should hear the cicadas and know summer's heat is coming, see falling leaves and know autumn has arrived.
The danger has not yet come, but its signs are so obvious. His Majesty the Sea Lord, along with the archmaesters and keyholders, are all people of great wisdom. How can they not understand that if a neighbor's house is on fire, failing to help will endanger oneself?"
Taechu's expression shifted, and his firm resolve began to waver.
He sighed. "Count Rainforest's words are thought-provoking. Unfortunately, I am only a representative of the Iron Bank. I cannot decide its policies, let alone those of Braavos.
But rest assured, I will relay the news of the King's Landing battle to His Majesty the Sea Lord."
Davos did not press further and smiled. "It only takes a few hours to fly from Dragonstone to Braavos. Let me send you back."
"Then I thank you," Taechu said with a smile.
Then the Onion Knight turned to the Dragon Queen and asked, "May I ask how much support Your Grace can provide for the battle of King's Landing?
Priestess Melisandre knows that you had some misunderstandings with the Lord of Light at Winterfell, but in the face of resisting the Others and ending the Long Night, everyone should set aside their differences and cooperate sincerely, should they not?"
Taechu was startled. "The Queen has a conflict with the Lord of Light? What exactly happened at the Battle of Winterfell?"
From his expression, it was clear that the persuasion Davos had just achieved was beginning to unravel.
Dany laughed heartily, waved her hand boldly, and said aloud, "What conflict? I merely complained that R'hllor failed at a critical moment and could not hold out until the end, causing the Battle of Winterfell to fall short of complete success.
I also have a bit of a temper, so I said a few unpleasant things at the time.
But it was nothing serious. Just minor friction between allies striving for higher goals and stricter standards.
Uniting all forces that can be united is the unchanging principle of the United Front Against the Others!
Our commitment to close cooperation will never change!
Our resolve to shed every drop of blood for every inch of land and to sacrifice everything to end the Long Night will never change!
And although I have few virtues, I am particularly mindful of the bigger picture.
Davos, go back and tell Stannis and Melisandre that I will certainly participate in the battle of King's Landing, and I am willing to face this hardship together with the Lord of Light."
The Dragon Queen's voice was sonorous and resolute. Her magnanimity was fully on display, and by the end, she radiated a fearless spirit of sacrifice that stirred the hearts of others.
At least, Davos and Taechu were moved.
Only Tyrion's facial muscles twitched.
"You really intend to take part in the battle of King's Landing? It is indeed an opportunity. If you do not go, you will surely face criticism, even resentment from the world.
But if you do go, what if R'hllor interferes? Can he still be trusted?" Tyrion asked after Davos and Taechu left.
"I will definitely go. I will just be cautious," Dany said indifferently, though inwardly she thought that she must not repeat the mistake she made when plotting against the Black Goat, where she revealed everything, even her thoughts.
She did not want to hide things from the dwarf, but in a world where prophecies were everywhere, it was far too easy to touch and窥视 the river of fate.
Before Tyrion could ask more, she immediately sent him away. "Go tell Sansa to prepare for the arrival of a large number of refugees from King's Landing.
Stannis will soon attack the city, and there will surely be many fleeing civilians."
After Tyrion left, Dany immediately summoned Maester Pycelle, who managed the rookery, and had him send a message to the Great Sept of Baelor.
Then she transformed into the Holy Mother and began searching for Matthew, the High Septon of King's Landing.
"King's Landing is about to become a battlefield of the gods. It is not a place for ordinary believers. You will follow the example of 'Saint Moses' and lead the people of King's Landing away from a meaningless and tragic death!"
In a world filled with peaceful white light, Holy Mother Dany spoke to the kneeling believer Matthew.
They were already familiar with each other, having met before.
"Holy Mother, your compassion is boundless. But who is this 'Saint Moses'? I have never heard of him, nor is he recorded in the Seven-Pointed Star," Matthew asked in confusion.
"'Saint Moses' was born five thousand years ago. He once led a group of enslaved Andal believers to escape the pursuit of the barbaric First Men.
At that time, the Andals had only recently crossed the Narrow Sea and had not yet formed powerful kingdoms. They still fought as tribes and clans.
Although the First Men were steadily retreating, the Andals were not always victorious.
In the Riverlands, in the region of the three rivers, there was a First Men king named 'Egypt.' Though cruel, he possessed extraordinary military talent. Over twenty thousand Andal believers were captured and tortured.
Among the captives was a prophet named Moses. Blessed by me, he split the raging waters of the Green Fork with a single strike of his sword and led his followers back to the Vale, which had already become the foundation of the Andals."
Holy Mother Dany spoke with complete fabrication, yet High Septon Matthew listened with fascination and burning excitement, eager to follow in the footsteps of this ancient figure and lead the entire city to escape King's Landing.
"The faithful once recorded and sang of Moses's deeds, but as time passed and kingdoms changed, everything faded into history. Only the teachings of the Seven Gods endure," Holy Mother Dany said with a sigh.
"Holy Mother, I will not fail your trust. I will complete the mission of saving the people of King's Landing," Matthew declared passionately.
"Some will follow you, and some will stay. You may persuade them, but do not force them. Leave quickly. Do you understand?" Holy Mother Dany said.
"I understand. The Holy Mother has given them a better choice, but how they choose is up to each believer," Matthew replied, quoting scripture.
"Very good. Go," said Holy Mother Dany, her figure gradually fading.
Matthew, having experienced such summons many times, knew he was about to leave the "realm of the Holy Mother." He quickly called out, "Holy Mother, you have not given me the 'Sword of Moses' to part the Green Fork!"
Dany almost lost her composure.
"This is a different time. On this journey south, you will not encounter any river blocking your path, nor will there be a King of Egypt chasing you with his army."
"Holy Mother, have mercy! King Stannis of the Red God is even more brutal than the King of Egypt. He burns statues of the Seven and slaughters cities!" Matthew complained.
"With Saint Dany present, no one will dare to slaughter the followers of the Seven without cause," said Saint Dany, still wearing the guise of the Holy Mother.
"Holy Mother, Saint Dany is good in every way, but she is too soft-hearted, too much of a saint…" Matthew froze in horror.
Seven Hells, what nonsense was he spouting!
He hurriedly corrected himself. "Holy Mother, mercy and generosity are virtues of humanity and are upheld by your teachings. But Saint Dany is too tolerant toward heretical kings.
When facing the blasphemer Stannis, she should employ the thunderous methods of the Warrior. At the very least, she must not allow him to take King's Landing. It is the holy city of the Faith of the Seven!"
It was no wonder he lost his composure. Ever since Stannis began besieging the city, and due to Saint Dany's inaction, Matthew had been anxious. He had sent ravens to Dragonstone multiple times and prayed repeatedly for guidance.
But Dany had been focused on her training and never responded.
Now that he had finally encountered the Holy Mother and was entrusted with the role of a "saint," he was so excited that he forgot himself and began reporting Saint Dany's shortcomings.
"Matthew, have you forgotten the lesson of the High Sparrow?" the Holy Mother said.
She was not angry, but her gentle tone turned cold, making Matthew tremble.
"Holy Mother, I have not forgotten that the Faith must not interfere in politics. But the blasphemer Stannis is ruthless and is about to capture King's Landing…" he explained weakly, prostrating himself.
Holy Mother Dany resisted the urge to "enlighten" him on the spot. After a sigh, she decided to guide him with profound teachings of the Faith.
"You still have not understood the true meaning of compassion."
Matthew looked up. "Holy Mother, what is the true meaning of compassion?"
(End of Chapter)
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