"Monk, please help me. Look at my territory. There is nothing here now. I can only rely on myself to plan and design it bit by bit, but I don't know where to start. Please… I need your guidance!"
Gaimon's voice was earnest, tinged with a rare hint of desperation, as he stood in Brother Bass's study. He had approached the monk with all the humility he could muster. After all, when asking someone for help, it was not enough to speak politely; one had to approach with genuine respect. Brother Bass was no ordinary man. His wisdom, status, and ability were unmatched in the entire kingdom. Few dared ask him for anything, and even fewer received his assistance.
"Your Highness," Brother Bass replied, his tone calm but firm, "you need not trouble yourself further. It is my duty to serve the royal family, but my responsibilities here are vast. I have pressing matters that require my attention and cannot be delayed."
Gaimon's eyes lit up with hope as Brother Bass continued. "However, I can recommend a few capable individuals. They are scholars and architects with extensive experience in urban planning and construction. They can guide you and help bring your plans to life."
Hearing this, Gaimon's shoulders relaxed. Relief spread through him like sunlight breaking through clouds. "Truly? You would recommend people to help me? I… I would be forever grateful, Brother Bass. I will make the best use of their abilities, and I will ensure they are well-respected here."
Brother Bass shook his head slightly. "They are talented, but remember, ordinary talents are not worth recommending. These people are capable, but they must also follow your direction. You will need to make decisions; their role is to assist, not lead."
Gaimon nodded earnestly. To have Brother Bass's endorsement meant everything. Even if the monk himself could not aid him directly, the mere fact that such talented individuals were willing to come to his service was more than enough. With a grateful bow, Gaimon stepped out of the study, already imagining the possibilities that lay ahead.
Over the following month, Gaimon worked tirelessly to prepare everything for the upcoming land reclamation project. He gathered materials, coordinated with suppliers, and ensured that all arrangements were in place. By October of 79 AC, everything was ready.
At the port of King's Landing, four ships were loaded with five hundred of the city's poor—people Gaimon had personally recruited to help build his territory. Alongside them were supplies: food, farm tools, livestock, and other essentials, purchased at the cost of thousands of gold dragons. The fleet set sail under Gaimon's watchful eyes, heading toward the Wende River, where his territory awaited.
Gaimon rode atop Bahamut, the dragon soaring above the fleet like a guardian in the sky. Flying alongside the ships, he surveyed the sea below, his mind mapping out the entire journey. The route along the coastline was safer than venturing into open waters. The sea was calm, and the journey took only two days.
Upon arrival, the fleet's first task was to identify a suitable landing point. This would serve as the hub for future construction—a place for docks, warehouses, and other structures that would become the gateway to the territory. As the saying goes, "Strength lies in numbers," and this could not have been truer. With everyone working together, progress was swift.
By noon, the fleet had reached the chosen spot. Before sunset, a temporary camp of tents was established. In the open center, a makeshift stove had been erected, smoke curling into the sky as fires were lit. This camp, humble as it was, marked the first step in transforming an empty stretch of land into a thriving settlement.
Gaimon watched from above, Bahamut's wings casting long shadows over the camp. A sense of satisfaction filled him. "This is where everything starts," he whispered to himself, his gaze fixed on the bustling activity below. Then, without lingering, he urged Bahamut to take him back to the Red Castle. The territory, though his responsibility, did not yet have facilities or provisions to support him overnight. By commuting daily, he could save on expenses and ensure that Bahamut's needs were met. Feeding a dragon was no small matter, even for one as young as Bahamut.
In contrast, Baelon's dragon, Vhagar, would be a formidable challenge to maintain. At over one hundred meters in length with a wingspan stretching three hundred meters, Vhagar was a true titan. He consumed hundreds of goats or other livestock each month—and that was while resting. If active, his appetite could easily bankrupt a small kingdom. Gaimon's careful planning allowed him to avoid such pitfalls while still ensuring the project progressed.
The following morning, Gaimon returned to the territory, riding Bahamut through the crisp morning sky. Today marked the beginning of the actual work. The first priority was clearing a road toward the nearby forest, an overgrown and uneven expanse that would supply the timber essential for building. Wood was the lifeblood of civilization in this era. It built houses, walls, bridges, and furniture. It crafted farm tools, weapons, and furniture. Even leaves and branches could be utilized for food, medicine, or other necessities. Securing a reliable supply of wood was crucial.
Gaimon organized the workers efficiently. He arranged them in two parallel rows, five meters apart, and instructed them to clear two isolation belts about a meter wide toward the forest. Each worker was responsible for a section, ensuring the work progressed swiftly and systematically.
Once the workers cleared the ground, Bahamut took to the task, carefully breathing controlled flames along the cleared path. Gaimon had instructed him to modulate the fire, preserving the soil while incinerating weeds and underbrush. The resulting ash would serve multiple purposes: as fertilizer for future crops and as a component for filtering water, ensuring a safe drinking supply.
Water safety was paramount. Many land reclamation projects failed not due to a lack of manpower or resources, but because of disease. Stagnant water, mosquito infestations, poisonous insects, snakes, and hidden hazards in the weeds posed constant threats. Gaimon took every precaution to mitigate these risks. Drinking water was filtered and boiled before consumption, while livestock received clean, safe water to prevent disease from spreading.
The weeds cleared from the forest edge were sorted and preserved. Not all weeds were useless; many had practical and cultural significance. Some could be used as dyes, others for medicinal purposes, cleaning, or food during times of famine. A few had symbolic or cultural value, making them essential for maintaining traditions. Gaimon instructed his workers to handle each type with care, understanding that these resources, though small, could significantly impact the settlement's survival and prosperity.
By mid-morning, the logging camp was operational. Axes and saws rang out in rhythm as workers felled trees and prepared timber for construction. Gaimon oversaw the operation from Bahamut's back, ensuring that every effort was coordinated efficiently. The air was thick with the smell of burning underbrush and fresh-cut wood, a heady mix that spoke of progress and industry.
Lunch was a brief affair. Temporary tables made from wooden planks were set up, and simple but hearty meals were shared among the workers. Gaimon ensured that everyone ate well. A well-fed worker was a productive worker, and he understood that morale could be just as important as manpower.
As afternoon fell, the labor intensified. Teams transported timber from the forest to the camp, where it was sorted by size and purpose. Larger logs would be used for building essential structures such as warehouses, docks, and defensive barriers, while smaller branches and twigs would serve as fuel, construction material for furniture, or even as feed for livestock. The system was meticulous, and Gaimon personally oversaw the distribution to maximize efficiency.
Despite the exhaustion that came with such labor, the workers remained motivated. They had been poor and desperate in King's Landing, but here they had a purpose. The reclamation project offered them not only work but also a chance for a new life. Gaimon recognized this, and his leadership inspired loyalty and dedication in return.
By evening, the camp was quieter. Fires burned low, and the workers settled into their tents for the night. Gaimon rode Bahamut above the camp one last time, watching the glow of the fires from a distance. He felt a profound sense of satisfaction, tempered by the knowledge that this was only the beginning.
"This is just the start," he thought. "One day, this empty land will flourish. People will live here. Crops will grow, timber will be harvested, and a thriving community will rise where none existed before. It all begins with these first steps."
And so, under the setting sun, Gaimon made his way back to the Red Castle. Each day would follow a similar rhythm: fly to the camp in the morning, oversee work, manage logistics, and return to the castle to rest. It was a grueling schedule, but one that promised great rewards. Bahamut's wings beat steadily against the wind as they flew home, carrying Gaimon's thoughts skyward, filled with plans and possibilities.
The reclamation project was no mere construction effort. It was a statement of intent, a promise that even barren land could be transformed through careful planning, hard work, and vision. Every step taken—whether clearing weeds, felling trees, or ensuring clean water—was a step toward building a lasting legacy. Gaimon understood the magnitude of what he had undertaken, and he embraced it fully.
For the first time, he felt the true weight of leadership—not just as a prince or dragon knight, but as a creator of life, a builder of civilization, and a protector of the future. Each log placed, each path cleared, each drop of clean water secured, was a testament to his resolve.
And so, with the dragon soaring high above and the workers below, the land reclamation began in earnest. From the smallest weed to the largest tree, from the humblest tent to the future grand city, every action contributed to the dream that Gaimon had nurtured in his heart: a thriving, self-sufficient territory, built from the ground up, with nothing but determination, intelligence, and human ingenuity to guide it.
The first day ended not with completion, but with promise. And in that promise lay the foundation of a future that would transform an empty stretch of land into a beacon of hope and prosperity—a future that began with a dragon, a prince, and the tireless efforts of those willing to follow him into the unknown.
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