As the blood of Asmodeus soaked into the contract, a dark burgundy flame-shaped seal appeared upon it.
Rovena didn't hesitate; a drop of her blood fell onto the contract.
Next was Valchar, and she said, "Well, the time has come to an end..."
Tyrion had already forgotten what Valchar was saying, but quickly remembered upon seeing Valchar and Kostos's skin start to resemble that of trees. Then, the pair of druids began to grow rapidly, 2 meters, 2.5 meters, until their height reached 4 meters, and individual branches protruding from their heads brushed against the room's ceiling.
For the wizards, this was commonplace, but for Daenerys and her people, it surpassed even their wildest fantasies.
"Haha, I told you there wouldn't be enough time."
Valchar's hoarse voice echoed through the room, and Tyrion, upon seeing this, began to mutter, "Talking tree, talking tree..."
The ents paid no mind to the astonished looks of Daenerys's people and, approaching the contract, made a cut on their own hands, from which flowed sap instead of blood.
The contract seemed indifferent to what liquid it absorbed, as it quickly disappeared, just like the blood of the previous individuals.
When the ents finished, the people turned their gaze to Grindelwald.
Seeing the intrigued look of the muggles, an idea occurred to Grindelwald.
"Guys, since the ents have shown their true form, maybe it's time for the rest to show them who they're making the contract with?"
Tyrion was the first to nod, supporting Grindelwald's idea. Today was the most interesting day of his life since the day he saw four dragons.
"Please, we're very curious."
Seeing the interest in the muggles' eyes, Grindelwald entered his combat stance.
Honestly, after what the ents showed... Grindelwald seemed a bit underwhelming. But they were still surprised when a third eye, also golden in color, appeared on the forehead of the man.
When Grindelwald finished, Dumbledore decided to support his initiative. With a phoenix cry, a bird appeared in Dumbledore's place, to be exact, a phoenix.
Dumbledore flew over and, pecking at his wing, let a drop of blood fall onto the contract.
Dumbledore's transformation this time caused as much of a sensation as the ents, and the desire of Daenerys's subordinates to see what the others could transform into only grew.
But disappointment awaited; Salazar refused to satisfy the muggles' curiosity, and Rovena too.
More than that, when it was Godric's turn and he seemed to be preparing to transform into something, Rovena approached and gave him a slap on the back of his head, saying discontentedly, "Are you an idiot!? If you return to your form, you'll crush this building!"
Godric had nothing left to do but obediently drip blood and step aside.
Neither Newt nor Vinda had any special forms, so they gave blood like ordinary people.
Lastly was Nicholas; when extra hands appeared on the man, Daenerys's group was stunned.
So, everyone finished giving blood.
"What abou you, your Majesty Asmodeus, what is your hidden form?"
Asmodeus smiled and replied to Daenerys, "You will see it later, don't worry."
Saying this, he pointed to the contract, indicating that it was now Daenerys's time to drip her blood, as well as Tyrion's, the Grey Worm, and Missandei.
Daenerys nodded and, cutting her finger, dripped her blood onto the contract, followed by the others.
When the last drop of blood fell, the contract soared into the air and burst into flames.
From the fireball that the contract turned into, small sparks began to fly out and land on each person's wrist.
For the council members, these sparks integrated into the council emblem, depicted as two new continents on the planet map under the table.
For non-magicians, this was a new experience; as the flames merged with their bodies, the emblem of House Targaryen appeared on their wrists. They immediately felt that it would disappear when they wanted it to and reappear when needed. Actually, it might be needed, as the entire list of contract conditions was contained in the emblem. By invoking it, they would see the contract they signed today before their eyes again.
Seeing that the flame created by the contract was still burning, Tyrion asked with doubt, "Will this thing always hang here?"
To which Asmodeus smiled and said, "You wanted to see my true form, didn't you?"
As his words fell, flames ignited around Asmodeus, or rather, he began to rapidly transform into fire himself, sometimes with dark burgundy flames, sometimes with bright red ones.
Strangely, his clothing remained untouched on his body, while he had already transformed into a mass of fire, humanoid in shape, but with no visible face as it was obscured by flames.
While Tyrion and the others were in shock, Daenerys bitterly thought, 'Unburnt, what a joke. He's fire itself... well, it's for the best. Now I'm his vassal, but I remain the queen!'
While they were pondering, the flame in the center of the room, like a puppy seeing its mother, flew into Asmodeus's hands and merged with his body in an instant.
Asmodeus did not remain in his elemental form, although he hadn't fully completed it, as his body still had a completely human shape.
When it was all over, non-magicians looked at Asmodeus as if he were a god.
Transformation into a tree or a bird is at least a transformation into something tangible, but to become a mass of flames, isn't that the privilege of the Lord of Light, R'hllor?
That's what they thought, but no one spoke it in the presence of wizards.
They all noticed a large number of clauses aimed against religion, and from this day forward, all religions in Meereen would slowly be suppressed until the wizards completely eradicated local beliefs.
The non-magicians couldn't understand why so many clauses were concerning religion in the subordinate territories, but if they knew what was happening now in King's Landing, they wouldn't think so.
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At this time, the entire King's Harbour was mired in chaos.
His Sparrowness didn't return to the forefront but quietly recounted what Cersei had done in the slums to his followers, inciting them to stand against the Lannisters.
The city, resembling King's Landing, was full of instability and internal problems. It was like a powder keg, light a match and it would explode. Well, the fuse had already been lit, and the explosion was imminent.
The beggars on the streets had already begun to attack the city guard, some out of hatred for those who served the one who blew up the main church on the continent, others simply wanted to eat.
Overpowering a knight with a crowd in a narrow alley where he couldn't draw his sword was a simple task. And many began to take advantage of this: since we can't afford food, we'll eat your soldiers!
Cersei is now standing in the center of the Red Keep, in the throne room, looking at the corpse of her son, Tommen.
She thought that by killing everyone in the Sept, she would help Tommen, but that bitch Margaery, she bewitched him so much that he betrayed her, his own mother! How dare he!? I gave him life, I!!!
Cersei gradually began to lose her mind. If before she was simply cruel, now madness was increasingly revealed in her eyes.
"Show me."
"Your Majesty..."
"Show me!"
Qyburn nodded and showed Tommen's body. All the bones in his face were broken, and there was little left of his head since he jumped headfirst...
The entire body was covered in indentations, open fractures, the eye leaking from its socket, and a very distinctive smell emanating from the body...
Moreover, due to the chaos with the Sept, Tommen's body was found almost a whole day later, especially since it's not easy to find a body among bushes...
Tears welled up in Cersei's eyes.
After some time, ordering to bury him at the site of the Sept, she asked Qyburn, "Have we not scared the fanatics enough?"
"Your Majesty, none of the Septons survived, including His Sparrowness and the Tyrell family..."
"Then why do new Sparrows keep appearing!?"
Displeased, Cersei turned around, approached the Mountain standing at the door, and said...
"Find everyone causing unrest, and kill them! Avoid the central streets of the city!"
The Mountain nodded and left.
Cersei turned to Qyburn and said, "Ignite wildfire under all the busiest and central streets of the city. If the people don't want to obey nicely, we can only act forcefully."
"But, Your Majesty, I'll need a lot of materials. There's almost no wildfire left in stock, and production takes time..."
"Do it! I'll provide all the necessary resources, people, and gold, but I want to have enough wildfire to burn half the city and scare the other half to shitting themselves within a month!"
Qyburn quickly left; it didn't matter to him. His task was to carry out the queen's orders, and for that, she allowed him to conduct his experiments.
When Cersei left, she headed to the barracks.
Arriving there, she quickly found one of the commanders and ordered him to clear all the streets of the city of Sparrows, trying not to check the central streets too much.
This way, she wants to gradually bring most of the Sparrows to a state where they can only operate on central streets, and then kill them all.
After some time, when a large army marched out of the Red Keep towards the city, she smiled contentedly.
"I am the queen, and no one else! No one dares to defy the queen! Why do these wretches dare to rebel! Jaime, where the hell are you, when I need you !!!?" - she thought.