Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Chapter 5

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Jon slashed at another soldier.

About three days had passed since he arrived at the gates of Asabhad, the enemy soldiers attacked again and again.

Jon stopped them.

At their camp Sansa was in her tent, which she put up to heal the soldiers.

The boy watched as they retreated again.

There were constant attacks on them.

Not from big armies.

But small units that attacked, caused chaos and retreated.

It was a Dorne style attack, something the boy was not used to.

He cursed as the enemies retreated.

"Your Majesty?" asked a soldier.

-Regroup, this day there will be no more fighting- he said.

The soldier nodded.

Jon retreated to camp.

He made it to his tent and threw himself on the couch.

"Problems?" Sansa asked coming and sitting next to him.

"Many," he admitted.

Sansa gave her a little hug.

"Everything will be fine," she clarified.

Jon nodded.

The girl laid her head on his shoulder.

Jon felt relaxed at the head on his shoulder, his wife, she had spent a lot of time with him, getting used to her new position.

Jon was happy even if he didn't admit it.

Sansa was beautiful, but there were doubts in both of them, or at least at first.

Jon wasn't sure why.

His old self had openly refused to share a bed with her, but he wasn't that honorable man anymore.

The magic corrupted him just like Hermione said.

Power arrives but asks for a price to pay.

The price he pays is the unrestrainedness of his emotions.

In the past Jon Snow would have literally denied doing the things he's doing, the price for power.

The boy looked at Sansa, who was leaning over him, her eyes closed enjoying the moment.

He felt inhuman desires to possess her at that moment, tear off her clothes, throw himself on top of her, and possess her until there was neither moon nor sun.

He held back.

I loved sansa.

I wouldn't force her.

- She is my wife… They are my rights - he thought with lust.

Maybe the emotions of the battlefield were clouding his judgment, maybe he just wanted some love, or just sex.

He looked at the girl's dress, you could see the size of her chest, it had grown, Jon was tempted to touch it, but stopped.

- What am I doing? I'm thinking? - He asked himself before the temptation that the girl was.

I wouldn't have hesitated if it was Hermione.

He wouldn't even have hesitated to take one of the nobles' prisoners, which he caught or Yiti's slaves.

But not Sansa.

Not her.

I couldn't do that to him.

He looked away from her breasts or he couldn't control himself, and lowered more to her legs maybe that would calm him down.

He was wrong, he looked with pleasure at the white knees of his wife, and had to climb up to her fleshy thighs.

His hand moved on its own, squeezing her right leg hard and Sansa gasped but he didn't hear her.

He moved his hand up inside her skirt, feasting on the flesh of her thigh, Sansa gasped some more and kissed her neck.

The boy groaned.

I needed this.

Sansa authorized this when I gave her kisses.

She did it.

The boy raised his hands to her underwear, lowered it and got what he wanted.

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Harry Potter looked at the men in front of him a dozen well-trained wizards, his Mossovy target.

The boy gave the order and they complied.

-So it begins-

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The attack on the gates was lethal.

Jon on his horse attacked from all directions, an army of hundreds of men supported them.

Archers.

Swordsmen.

wizards

They attacked the gates of Asabhad mercilessly.

A large part of these fell before the dates that the enemies threw from the walls, but the boy gave it little importance.

Sansa came to the battlefield with him, supported by hundreds of soldiers for her protection as she used her magic to heal the most injured, she had leveled up, being level 2 with one skill point.

Jon meanwhile continued his attack, pressing the enemies mercilessly.

It destroyed everything.

Summoned eagles supported him causing confusion in the enemy, they attacked the eyes of the archers on the walls.

The boy watched the last soldier who attacked him fall and saw himself in the skill room, he went up to level 4 with one skill point.

He got out of there and continued his attack.

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Harry and Hermione's redheaded best friend Ronald Weasley was looking intently at the men and women in front of him.

Thirteen in all.

Eight men and five women.

-They know the mission, infiltration, negotiation, assassination- he told them.

The twelve people, highly trained spies for the Assai militia.

Capable men and women.

attractive.

Charming.

With great intelligence.

A good memory.

And very observant.

-West is the continent of our lord. We require all kinds of information- he said.

"James Dawn, Susan Tarat," he said.

A man and a woman came forward.

-Their objective is the west, they will arrive as merchants from Myrs, their alibi, marriage fleeing from bad investments after a battle between Myrs and Tyrosh, they will be supplied with enough gold to buy a house in Lannisport- he said.

-Erica Marsh and Harry Botty, the land of the storm, will arrive as nobles from Volantis, their alibi, two brothers fleeing from the tigers- he indicated.

"Mike Donoban, King's Landing, alt, close friend of members of the Iron Bank," he reported.

"Robert Barter and Mika Raven, the Dominion, alibi, marriage of the Summer Isles, winemakers," he said.

-Jenifer Alga, the valley, alibi. Lorath's widow, horse breeder- the boy clarified.

"Percy Swan and Laura Paez, to the land of the rivers, married to Meeren, trying to escape from slavers, dealers," he said.

-Nardi reader, iron islands, pirate, trying to escape the justice of Yiti- he clarified.

-Christian Solo, Dorne. Mercenary, you escaped from the Bravso authorities after eliminating a target- he indicated.

-Marshal Turpin, the north. Former citizen of Ibben, you escaped after savages attack your family- he finished.

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Jon went on the attack.

In front of him a squad of men tried to stop him.

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But he was prepared.

He saw as his men.

Hundreds of horse riders arrived from Assai.

They were not witches but mercenaries.

These supported Jon.

Not using burgs was perhaps a disadvantage for the boy, but he considered it better, warlocks attacked more from a long distance, they were not as skilled with weapons as they were with magic, and their magic was limited.

The mercenaries on the other hand, drawn from the corners of Assai a support Ronald Weasley sent him, were more adept with physical weapons, better defenses.

The Yitians fell one by one.

And Jon was ready.

The gates of the city were set on fire by a hundred incendiary arrows, shot by the mercenaries.

These were made of wood, not stone or metal.

So the fire towards work.

Little by little these weakened more and more.

The mercenaries fired dozens of arrows at the walls, but they still did not fall.

But Jon saw that more and more screams were heard from within the city, he knew that even the Yitians knew what awaited him.

I watch intently as the doors begin to crack and hold up a hand.

The men on horseback moved away from them, stood behind them.

The soldiers on the walls almost shouted with glee at what seemed like a strategic retreat.

But they were wrong.

Jon raised his hand and pointed at the half-broken door.

-BALL OF FIRE !- He launched.

The eight-inch sphere flew out of his hands at high speed, hitting the door.

This one was blown to pieces.

And Jon gave his orders.

-Take the city!- he finished.

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Harry Potter watched intently the conquest of the city.

He could see through his crystal ball how everything was unfolding.

He had reached the outskirts of Mossovy, cleared out a few cannibal camps, but nothing dangerous.

Meanwhile in his tent he watched the decisions of Jon Snow his king.

Mossovy's conquest was authorized by him.

Supervised by Snape.

And made by himself.

But Harry was more focused on the evolution of his king.

No, your emperor.

I've been waiting for this for a long time.

Since his parents fell at the hands of Tom Riddler.

His training, and battles taught him that power alone could not get what he wanted.

The prestige of taking Assai to the top of the world.

It required a king.

When her visions showed her Jon Snow a few years earlier in the final battle against Tom Riddler.

He knew his goals would be met.

That's why I hope.

And now the king attacked.

Yiti was conquered little by little.

The small islands around him conquered in a few weeks.

Yin was the first to fall.

About two weeks after the king arrived.

Many nobles changed.

Soldiers married into those families for control.

He saw freed slaves.

The king gave a speech to calm the citizens but nothing more.

If he freed slaves without offering them something or getting something from them, it was something without profit for them.

They had to get something in exchange for freeing them, it was something basic.

But his King still did not take advantage of it.

That changed in Assabhad.

Harry Potter could again see a dozen executions and slavers who tried to buy his freedom by giving him slaves.

The situation changed for the better.

Jon Snow freed the slaves and handed over the slavers. Even from his crystal ball, the boy could hear their pleading cries as his own slaves pounced on them.

Harry Potter nodded.

Everything was going well.

With each battle Jon Snow gained more experience.

More magic.

More power.

And more desires of conquest.

It will take a few years, but Assai will rise.

They will take control.

No more rebels.

No dark wizard like Riddle would return.

He would take care of that.

There were many things to change.

Yiti was good training for the emperor.

It did not have very strong cities.

Not great soldiers.

And it gave him experience in commanding.

Harry would have chosen not to do some things.

Their king burned several houses of nobles as an example to others.

He would have simply executed the nobles and taken their resources as prizes of war.

But that's just because he had the experience of what it's like to go hungry, Jon Snow didn't.

"All in good time," he muttered.

Emperor Haruno had hidden in Tiqui with his most experienced generals.

The last city will be the challenge of its king.

-Its doors are made of stone this time, the fire won't do as well- he mused.

There were of course dozens of ways.

Magics of another kind.

Or even without magic.

Siege machines.

Infiltration.

Harry knew that Yinqui had a pair of catapults capable of using, but Jon didn't bring them with him.

A small mistake.

Potter shook his head, this was his king's war.

Not yours.

If his king wanted help, he had only to ask for it.

Plus he had to take Mossovy.

Or at least most of it.

-Now that I think about it, Emperor Haruno has a daughter the same age as the king, it would be a good reward for him- he mused.

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