"The King married Cersei Lannister, daughter of Tywin Lannister. Since then there's peace in the Seven kingdoms. The Ironborn rebelled in between, but they were swiftly dealt with. It wasn't much of a fight, I heard." Gareth informed to his saviour.

"Hmm. So this King, Robert Baratheon. He claimed the throne by conquest." Severus commented slowly.

It had been a day since he found himself with this old man. He and the deserter had started to regale tales. Well, it was actually the latter doing it. He was completely new to this world, new to this land. He didn't know enough to trade tales.

"Aye. They say he's the warrior reincarnate." Gareth said admiringly. Every old recruit of South told tales of Robert's fighting prowess. The ones who came after the rebellion, to join them. They left no tales to blame the new King. They were sent to Wall by him afterall. However one thing was clear and unanimous, Robert Baratheon was a terrifying warrior.

"Ohh."

Severus was surprised. To hear such praises about a man was astonishing. He knew what 'the Warrior' signified for the people. It was one aspect of Gods which focused on warfare and fighting. To hear that the man was the incarnation of 'the Warrior'. It spoke volumes about his fighting skill. The King must be a terrifying warrior if these tales were to be believed.

"Your majesty, is it really safe for us to go near the Umber lands?" Gareth asked fearfully.

The Umbers would catch him for being a Deserter. They would send him to Starks for execution or do it themselves. The latter sounded more plausible with each passing second. He didn't mistrust his companion. But the hammer would fall on him, not on his companion.

"I see your belief faltering Gareth. Trust me, it will work out in the end." Severus replied with a smile.

He was going to enjoy this charade of being the God's messenger. From what he gathered, people here worshipped Gods reverently. Him claiming to be a messenger, would give him huge following and backing. People didn't want to offend Gods. It would also give him an immunity which most didn't get from the nobility. All he had to do was talk wisely and with sense. Something which he always did.

He will be hailed as the Saviour of people. People would flock to him. He would be able to unite people better with his charade. It was the ultimate goal for him. To unite everyone under one banner, to battle the incoming threat against humanity. He didn't see any other reason than that for his arrival here. Perhaps the cosmos wanted him to deal with these things. It was the only sound option coming in his head. Otherwise why would they send a man like him here?

Even in his old world. Muggles worshipped their prophets. Christ, Muhammad, Buddha and many others. Everyone of them was revered and followed, even after their deaths. He was going to do the same here. He was going to collect a following like them. A following which would be united in a common cause. It was the only way to save himself and the whole world.

He had felt the difference in magic. The magic ahead of the wall was compressed. It was much free South of the wall. The wall was inhibiting magic ahead in the North. He had felt the difficulty in transmigration when he conjured the shoes. He hadn't thought much on the feeling that time. Alluding it to the whole new body and situation thing, he found himself in. The tales and the wall then slowly started to made sense. The Wall was meant to inhibit their magic and weaken them. It was the primary intention behind its construction.

"Aye, your majesty." Gareth replied obediently.

He decided to trust his majesty. It was what the prophet had asked to call him. His majesty had made clothes for them out of thin air. He had lit fire with his bare hands, made water out of thin air. He could even fly in the air. Gareth was a witness to this miracles. It was the reason his faith was strong in his majesty. He had seen impossible things. Things which proved that he was the messenger of the old gods. Even his words were wise and gentle. A quality which appealed Gareth to follow him.

The travel to Umber lands took a day with their slow pace.

As Severus made his way through the outskirts of Last Hearth, he couldn't escape the penetrating gazes of the farmers working in the fields. Their eyes followed his every move, their expressions a mix of curiosity and suspicion. It was clear that his presence was an unusual sight in this rural community, and he couldn't help but feel the weight of their scrutiny as he passed by, wondering what had drawn their attention in the first place.

Severus couldn't shake the memory of his unusual appearance – the silvery-gold hair, the striking purple eyes, and the otherworldly beauty of his body. As he felt the eyes of the farmers upon him, it suddenly occurred to him that it was these very features that had drawn their attention. His unique appearance was like a beacon in this otherwise ordinary setting. It made him realize that he was indeed a stranger in a land that was not accustomed to such otherworldly sights.

Indeed, it was no wonder they gawked at him; Severus's extraordinary appearance was a stark contrast to the familiar faces of the rural community, leaving the onlookers intrigued and, perhaps, slightly bewildered by the sight of someone so different in their midst.

As Severus and his companion continued their journey through the land, they passed by fields where people were diligently harvesting their crops. The villagers were hard at work, laboring to store as much of the bountiful harvest as they could for the coming season.

Barely a kilometer into their journey, Severus and his companions found themselves intercepted by Umber guards and soldiers. It seemed that their presence had attracted the attention of the local authorities or the ruling house, and the sudden encounter raised questions about the purpose of their visit and the potential consequences of venturing further into this territory.

"Halt! Both of you. Identify yourselves." The giant of a man ordered looking at them.

"I am Severus, a traveler passing through. This is my companion Gareth." Severus replied calmly. He had faced death at the hands of Dark Lord. Some huge guards didn't scare him.

"A deserter from the Night's Watch." The man slowly exclaimed after looking at Gareth's clothes.

"I am a messenger of the Old Gods, and Gareth has chosen to follow me on this sacred mission. We are not here to cause trouble, but to fulfill a divine purpose." Severus said softly. It was time for the bullshit which he had practised so hard.

Severus emphasized the spiritual nature of their journey, hoping that this revelation would lead to a more understanding and less confrontational response from the Umber guards.

Their reaction told their acceptance to his words. The guards weren't ready to hear such a thing. The head of the group looked amusedly at them, before he threw his head back in a roaring laugh.

"You two are fools." He commented with a laugh.

The soldier's laughter made it clear that he dismissed Severus's explanation as nothing more than nonsense. It was becoming evident that convincing these guards of their identity wasn't going to be easy.

Severus, having anticipated this kind of reaction, was prepared to handle the situation differently. He had already planned to navigate through this whole skepticism and ensure their safe passage.

"Your name's Dess. You have a son named Bott. He's the only one who survived frostbite. You with the spear, Chett; you have no children, but your wife Serra's pregnant with child. You, your name's Jon. You are an orphan and bachelor. Shaen, Dana, Fenix. . . Should I elaborate on your families too?" Severus asked looking at each person he named.

"Holy shit!" The Head of the group swore loudly. He got off from his horse and looked at Severus with a frown. He took out his sword and pointed it towards Severus immediately.

"Tell us. Who are you? Are you some kind of intruder to harm our Lord!" The man loudly demanded. Besides him, the other soldiers followed his actions.

Severus slowly got down from his horse. The simple act of being on solid ground for a moment provided a welcomed break from the discomfort of the saddle. His ass really hurt after all these horse riding. How did the mediaeval people even dealt with this?

"My name is Severus, and I am the messenger of old Gods." Severus proclaimed. For added dramatic effect, he looked at him and slowly floated in the air infront of them.

The soldiers were in absolute shock; they had never witnessed anything as extraordinary as Severus defying gravity and floating in mid-air. Their disbelief was palpable, and fear mingled with their astonishment. They had never thought to deal with someone like that.

Severus landed gracefully in front of the soldiers, and with a subtle use of his supernatural powers, he sent mental probes that conveyed his intentions and suggestions to them. It was a silent and powerful way to guide their actions and ensure their cooperation.

Severus's incredible display left a profound impact on the soldiers, and their initial skepticism turned into belief. They now saw him as a messenger of the Old Gods, convinced by his otherworldly abilities.

With Severus's mental guidance, the soldiers put away their weapons, fully convinced of his divine nature and intentions. It was a remarkable transformation from their initial confrontation, and it seemed that they were now ready to follow his lead.

"M'lord Severus. Forgive us!" The Head of the group begged desperately.

"We beg for your forgiveness, Messenger of the Old Gods. We were ignorant and acted in haste." The Head soldier spoke up desperately. He was learned in courtesies and knew how to apply one

"Please, show us mercy and guide us in your divine wisdom." Chett requested pleadingly. He was a little learnt from his time as an assistant to the Maester. He knew they would have to plead and make him happy.

The soldiers implored Severus, their voices trembling with remorse, as they sought his forgiveness and guidance.

Severus smirked inwardly. This was really going better than he thought.