Chapter 151: The Dothraki Cavalry’s Submission

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

~ Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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Hillel commanded the prairie cavalry in fluent Dothraki.

"I need you all to go."

Hearing this, the cavalrymen trembled all over and raised their heads in disbelief.

The other party could speak their language?

"Go, and submit to a girl named Daenerys."

Hillel said indifferently. "She is the Khaleesi chosen by your Khal, and she is my believer. Your Khal did not respect her god today, which is why he ended up in this state!"

"Submit, and you will live."

As his voice fell, Hillel’s figure vanished into thin air.

The remaining Dothraki cavalry knelt dazedly in the pool of blood.

...

Illyrio’s mansion.

Daenerys sat alone by the window, her face full of sorrow.

Khal Drogo had already come.

It wouldn’t be long before she was treated as a piece of merchandise and married to that crude prairie barbarian king.

And the deity she believed in did not manifest.

Just as Daenerys was feeling disheartened and grieved.

Inadvertently, she caught sight of a figure standing quietly behind her from the mirror on her vanity.

"Who is it!!"

Daenerys cried out in alarm and whipped around.

Hillel was still wearing a cloak playing the mystic.

"You will have an army of several thousand."

Hillel ignored her panic and spoke directly. "Next, let this army spread miracles for me."

"On the grasslands, in the lands of those slave masters, in the city-states of those free folk..."

"Faith! Will exchange for everything gained!"

Hillel’s voice carried a mesmerizing power.

"And you will become my proxy, enjoying supreme glory."

Daenerys wore a look of confusion.

"But..."

She hesitated. "You promised me an army? But Khal Drogo is going to marry me tomorrow!"

"You will understand!"

"Before that, I am going to stay here for a period of time."

As his voice fell, Hillel’s figure faded away once again.

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The next day.

The Dothraki army unexpectedly returned.

This time, they certainly weren’t here to marry the Khaleesi.

Over a thousand surviving prairie cavalrymen knelt in unison before Illyrio’s mansion, pressing their foreheads deep into the ground with an incomparably humble and pious posture.

Illyrio rushed over upon hearing the news, looking utterly dumbfounded.

Th... What is going on here?

Where is Khal Drogo?

Why would these proud and arrogant prairie people treat people like them with such a posture?

Viserys, however, misunderstood the situation.

He stepped forward proudly, spreading his arms.

"They are submitting to the wrath of the waking dragon!"

Viserys laughed loudly. "Rise, my loyal servants! Rise!"

No one on the scene answered.

They didn’t even raise their heads.

Amidst this awkward atmosphere, Daenerys and Hillel walked out of the mansion one after the other.

"Now, you can accept the god’s grace!"

Daenerys took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and walked toward her army.

"Dany! Step back!"

Seeing this, Viserys immediately rebuked harshly. "This is my army! It’s not your turn, cheap little girl, to show off here!"

In the past, Daenerys would definitely have shrunk her shoulders like a frightened rabbit and retreated to the side immediately.

Her brother’s majesty always terrified her.

But this time.

She instinctively turned her head and glanced at Hillel.

She straightened her body and shouted to the group of cavalrymen.

"Rise!"

The Dothraki cavalry slowly raised their heads, but their faces were filled with nothing but panic, especially upon seeing the cloaked person behind Daenerys... That bone-deep fear made them kneel for a long time without getting up.

Daenerys was somewhat at a loss and looked back at Hillel.

"They... They won’t listen to me."

"That is because of the language barrier."

Hillel said in pure Dothraki. "Asa fan, shafan ke! Meaning... All rise!"

Daenerys imitated the unfamiliar pronunciation and recited it word by word.

"Asa fan, shafan ke!"

Hearing their familiar mother tongue, the Dothraki cavalry trembled all over again. They looked up at Hillel, whose hood moved slightly, as if indicating consent.

Only then did they stand up.

It worked!

In Daenerys’s violet eyes, an unbelievable brilliance burst forth for the first time.

She truly possessed an army!

Belonging solely to her!

"Daenerys! What the hell are you playing at!"

Viserys rushed over in exasperation, grabbed Daenerys’s arm, and even forcefully pinched his own sister.

"And what kind of thing is that fellow draped in rags? How dare you defy me! Defy your king!"

Daenerys turned her head, her gaze complex and unfamiliar.

"Viserys! You should submit to our god!"

"The person chosen by the god is me! Not you!"

"You are not a true dragon!"

Her voice became increasingly firm.

"I am the true dragon!"

Daenerys had completely submitted.

Such a fierce prairie army actually yielded beneath her feet; across the entire Westeros, whose god would respond so to a believer’s wish?

"You, damn little bitch!"

Viserys was completely enraged.

He raised his hand, intending to give Daenerys a fierce slap across the face.

But the moment his hand was raised, it struck heavily against a layer of transparent barrier.

No matter how much he exerted all his strength, that hand remained an inch away from Daenerys’s cheek, unable to advance even a fraction further.

"What... What is this!"

Viserys widened his eyes in terror.

Hillel didn’t even look at him, simply waving his hand casually.

An invisible force instantly sent Viserys flying, crashing him into a distant pillar.

Viserys was already unaccustomed to exercise; this hit almost knocked the wind out of him.

Hillel didn’t kill him.

Viserys’s life had to be left for Daenerys.

If House Targaryen doesn’t kill kin, what kind of dragon family are they?

At this time, Daenerys was still too tender and far from the Mother of Dragons she would become in the future, but Hillel had given her extra education; in the original work, the Dragonmother had almost no political savvy.

Compared to Cersei, she was no different from a naive sweetheart.

Of course, Cersei wasn’t much smarter either.

Illyrio made the wisest choice almost instantly.

His fat body actually knelt down directly.

"Illyrio Mopatis is willing to pledge allegiance to the Dothraki Khaleesi!"

This shrewd merchant abandoned Viserys in an instant.

Daenerys slowly shook her head. "Not the Dothraki Khaleesi, but the god’s believer!"

"I am willing to offer everything I have to my god!"

Draped in a cloak, Hillel stood quietly in the Shadow.

Faith began to spread.

The power of the World was being shaken, and Hillel clenched his fist.

He was about to possess his first Small World!

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