There was a slight ripple in the air as the Invisibility Cloak vanished, revealing Adrian sitting casually on the chair. The magister was too engrossed in his documents to notice the sudden appearance of a man in front of him.
"Magister," Adrian's low voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
The magister looked up, and for a moment, his mind failed to register what was happening. Then everything clicked.
He was about to shout, but Adrian moved swiftly, placing a sword against Iklis' throat. The Gryffindor's sword. One wrong move and the blade would pierce straight through the throat.
"It would be better if we kept things quiet," Adrian whispered. "We would not want to alert the people outside."
"Are you a Faceless Man?" the magister blurted out. With how easily Adrian had infiltrated his room, and was now sitting there so casually before he could even notice, he could not think of anyone else capable of such a feat.
Adrian chuckled but offered no direct answer. This only confirmed Adrian's suspicion.
The magister was about to say something more when Adrian slashed his sword. It barely nicked the back of the magister's arm, drawing a thin line of blood. But more importantly, the skin around the cut began to turn purple. Poison.
Under Harry's control, the Gryffindor sword had absorbed many toxins over the years, including basilisk venom. It was entirely up to him whether any poison would take effect.
What Harry had just used was a simple toxin that did nothing more than turn the skin purple and cause a few itches. But the magister did not know that.
The magister's eyes widened in horror as he stared at the purplish skin.
"Magister," Adrian said calmly, "if you do not want to die, you will have to follow two simple instructions."
"After that, I will give you the antidote and you will live."
Though trapped in despair, the magister still felt a flicker of hope.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked.
A grin appeared on Adrian's face.
"First, call all the unsullied under your command," Adrian said shocking Iklis. "And, secondly, I want you to write a letter to all the other magisters of the city."
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(Black Dog POV)
It was a strange night for me. I am an unsullied and the commander of all the forces under the First Magister of Lys.
We had completed our usual drills by evening, and most of the men had retired to their barracks. I too was about to retire when I received an unexpected command from the First Magister.
He had ordered me to gather all the Unsullied men under my command in the compound of the mansion. Not only that, he also instructed me to have the Unsullied take over the complete security of the mansion. All the free soldiers, as they were called, were to be relieved of their duties and sent home. Yes, home.
Since they were free men, they had families, and most spent their nights with them unless assigned to guard duty. Now, whatever few remained in the mansion were all sent away.
My mind was racing with thoughts. A rebellion? Perhaps the magister was counting on the unquestionable loyalty of the Unsullied to secure his position or protect him if matters turned dire. I did not know what was happening.
I only knew that I would fulfill all commands given to me without fail. I did not have to wait long before I saw the magister emerge from inside the mansion.
Although he tried to walk steadily, it was easy to notice the trembling in his legs. I did not waste time speculating further, knowing that whatever was about to happen would soon reveal itself.
Then another man stepped out of the mansion. He was tall, over six feet, with a handsome appearance that did not resemble an inhabitant of Lys. He looked Westerosi.
His steps were calm, and an aura of confidence radiated from him. A sword was strapped to his waist, and by his mere presence, my grip on my spear instinctively tightened. That man was dangerous. Very dangerous.
(Third POV)
The magister, followed by Adrian, arrived and stood on a raised platform before all the Unsullied.
Adrian was genuinely impressed by the discipline of these men. The legends about them were neither exaggerated nor in vain. A glance at them and he could tell that, they were really impressive.
"Men," the magister shouted, though there was a slight quiver in his voice.
Adrian had told him he would lose all his Unsullied in exchange for his life. The magister was wealthy, but this was a loss that would be hard to recover from. It would severely weaken him, and he did not have nearly enough wealth to buy 900 Unsullied at once again. He would become an easy target for his rivals.
But keeping his life was worth more than anything.
"I have made a deal with the person standing next to me," he boomed. "I have decided to sell all of you to him."
With that, the magister pulled out the whip hidden beneath his robes, the very whip used to command the Unsullied, and handed it to Adrian.
Adrian took it without a moment's hesitation, and just like that, the fate of 900 Unsullied was sealed.
Black Dog's eyes widened in shock. Never had he expected this. All of them. Sold in a single moment.
It felt like a deep humiliation. He had served this magister for more than sixteen years, standing by him even when he was just a modestly wealthy merchant. Over those years, Black Dog had put his life on the line countless times to protect him.
Though he always knew he was nothing more than a slave, a certain dignity and pride had crept into him because of the loyal service he had rendered. But all of that was now trampled underfoot.
Adrian raised the whip in his hand, his voice echoing across the compound. "Step back."
The Unsullied obeyed instantly, and even Black Dog, despite the sting in his chest, stepped back with them. He had no choice. He was trained for this. Conditioned to obey the man with the whip, beyond any hope of resistance.
Seeing this a smile crept up on Adrian's face. He was going to enjoy this.
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