(Third person)
"What do you mean by 'You feel Summer will be very long'?"
"I can't say for sure how long it will be, but I'm sure it will be several years. The fire element in the air is really strong; it gets stronger every single day, even if only a tiny bit."
He lit the fire in his hand and said.
"As I grow stronger, my connection with the elements strengthens. Now, I can accurately predict the weather for a day, and as for the seasons, I can discern them from the fire element in the air. When Winter comes, the fire element needs to weaken. When the fire element begins to weaken, it marks the changing of the seasons. I don't even fully understand how I can tell that the fire element will continuously strengthen. It's just a feeling within me, but it lasts for years."
Aermir clenched his fist, and the flame within it went out. Lord Stark said.
"I don't think they'll accept the release of their slaves; they'll basically hand themselves over to me."
"If it were anyone else, they wouldn't accept it, but if the one making the oath is Eddard Stark, they'll believe it. Everyone knows you'd rather die than break your oath."
Aermir muttered to himself.
"You're basically a Boy Scout."
But Lord Stark still heard what he said.
"What are Boy Scouts? Sometimes what you say is really strange."
(Male protagonist's perspective)
After transforming into Druid, I returned to the camp to heal the wounded. Every time I saw this scene, I felt a chill run down my spine. Seeing a grown man crying for his mother while clutching his internal organs was heartbreaking. I tried to heal them, but with such large open wounds, even if I healed them and boosted their immune systems, it was usually not enough to fight off infection.
I tried using herbs. Sometimes they worked, but usually they were too weak. I needed to figure out how to make better medicine, but that was in more peaceful times. After saving as many people as possible, I was preparing to leave. But a soldier knelt before me and said...
"Oh, blessed ones. Please help us in this war. With your help, our losses in this war will be reduced."
"I'm sorry, I can't actively participate in the fight. I'm doing my best."
"Why, why won't you help us!"
I raised my staff and slammed it to the ground, causing a slight tremor around me.
"Soldier, don't forget who you're talking to."
After I said that, his face turned pale, and he immediately knelt on the ground and began to beg for forgiveness. I said loudly.
"I cannot actively participate in the battle for the Seven. The King is the protector of faith, and the Faith of the Seven is not our faith. If I fight like you, it will serve the Seven, not the Old Gods. The only reason I am here is..."
To achieve a dramatic effect, I paused for a moment, then began pointing at the soldiers.
"Because you are all here. I will continue to heal you and open the city gates, but I cannot fight them unless they challenge the Old Gods."
I'm talking nonsense, but what can I do? I need Aermir Drasil to make a name for himself in this battle; the Druid are famous enough already.
After treating all the male descendants of House Volmark as "guests," we continued on our way. We treated them formally and respectfully, of course, but did not let them leave the tent. After Volmark, I informed Lord Stark that the Harlaw had brought several hundred soldiers outside the Citadel, which appeared to be an ambush force. Lord Stark decided to establish a buffer force to keep them in place in case the Harlaw and other families decided to attack us from the rear. We had nearly two thousand men used for this buffer force. The rest of the army began its march towards House Kenning's territory.
After destroying the Citadel gate as Druid, I rode on Sith's back as Aermir towards the destroyed Citadel, but before I reached it, I saw a white flag waving atop the Wall. It's understandable that the House Kenning no longer wants to fight for the House Harlaw, as they were once House Harlaw enemies.
They had lost more than half their soldiers, and after their failed attack on the North army, they had also lost Lord Kenning, who was on one of the ships sunk by the Wave. We captured two of the five Citadel on the island without losing even 100 men, and thanks to my reconnaissance, our buffer forces ambushed and routed the 900-strong House Harlaw army.
Lord Stark was very pleased with our victory, and our losses were negligible. Afterwards, the army attacking House Myre also quickly won, not because they were weak, but because they were stupid. These idiotic fanatics rushed out of the Citadel and engaged us in an open battle, which I mowed down like grass, thanks to the Sith.
In this battle, my halberd was soaked in blood, its color almost changed. I had to spend hours washing away the blood and flesh clinging to it. They took 500 of our soldiers; if I hadn't come to heal our soldiers after every battle, our losses would have been at least four times greater. Especially in the battle against the House Myre, they didn't collapse. They fought almost to their last man.
After the battle, when we captured the Citadel, they still had about 500 men left. One of the crazed members of the House Myre leaped from the Wall onto Sith's head and chopped off three of Sith ribs with an axe. Of course, the force of the impact left his body a bloody mess, and he died a few minutes later, but he had managed to pull Sith out of the battle. I couldn't heal her immediately, so I retreated for an hour, pretending to be treating her.