A Hundred Kingdoms Vie for Supremacy, Family Feuds Never End, Chaos Lasts a Thousand Years-Who Will Rule the Realm?

Late at night, all was silent.

Inside Suleiman's tent, candlelight drove away the darkness, but not the heaviness in the air.

Suleiman had summoned his closest subordinates.

Bryn, Bana, Toman, Lushen, and Roslyn.

There was no one else in the tent, only these core members.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on Suleiman.

"This time, when I go to King's Landing, I will take only Rosso and Brune with me."

Suleiman spoke first, his voice calm.

The people in the tent wore varied expressions.

Bryn frowned slightly.

Bana's face was full of confusion and worry, as though he were pondering the deeper meaning behind it. Toman, Lushen, and Roslyn exchanged looks but said nothing.

Suleiman's gaze swept across them, his tone allowing no doubt.

"You all need to stay behind."

He paused, giving them time to digest the news.

"The monks, the Sons of the Warrior, and the Poor Fellows—I will hand all of them over to you."

"This force numbers roughly more than twenty thousand men."

Suleiman lightly tapped his fingers against the tabletop, producing a dull sound.

"They are filled with unrealistic fantasies about remaking the world."

"They dream of creating an earthly paradise on the Westeros Continent."

"That is good. Very good."

"They have ideals, organization, and unwavering hearts. They are a force for change, and they can be put to my use."

Bana finally could not hold back any longer. His voice carried a trace of confusion. "Lord Suleiman, what do you intend to do?"

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Lushen, Roslyn, and Toman exchanged looks, each seeing bewilderment in the others' eyes.

Suleiman rose and walked to the map, turning his back to them.

His shadow stretched long in the candlelight, cast across the area representing the Riverlands.

"This war has completely overturned the power structure of the Riverlands."

"The West