King's Landing, somewhere within the Red Keep.
Tyrion Lannister's curly brown-gold hair covered his forehead. He wore a soft leather jacket embroidered with a roaring lion. Standing just over a meter tall, his head was large compared to his small body, with a prominent forehead and an odd gait.
"Hey, big brother, didn't notice me? Where are you off to? Has our dear sister appointed you as her personal messenger?"
Jaime Lannister shrugged and slowed his pace.
Tyrion caught up with him. "Jaime, you really should learn to approach me more often. My most important role in House Lannister is to stand by your side, making your greatness all the more apparent."
Jaime sighed helplessly. "Fine, you win. I'll confess—it's true, I'm delivering a letter."
Tyrion immediately put on a grin. "So, our lonely sister couldn't resist sneaking around? Quick, let me see it."
Jaime's lips twitched as he raised the sealed envelope. "Unfortunately, it's already sealed with wax."
As Jaime waved the envelope, he deftly dodged Tyrion's jumping attempts to snatch it. "It's not a secret. I can tell you what it says."
"Oh? Looks like I guessed wrong."
"Don't always assume the worst of Cersei. She's your sister."
"Aha—should I expect a loving kiss on my cheek, then? Unless the Seven are asleep, that's not happening."
"Tyrion, don't blaspheme the Seven."
"The old gods of the Faith won't care what I say."
Tyrion patted Jaime's thigh. "Come on, tell me."
"It's about a minor baron from the Crackclaw Point. Cersei plans to bring him along for the royal hunt."
"What a surprise. Seems our dear sister is in a good mood?"
"The little baron wrote to her first. He's quite the flatterer."
"Haha, Jaime, you don't seem to like this little baron. Afraid he'll steal sisterly affection from you?"
"You and I for once agree on something. I'm not that petty. Young men should focus on their swordplay, not sucking up."
"Well, isn't that perfect? As a Kingsguard, you could take the chance to teach him a lesson—a valuable one."
Tyrion paused for a beat, then added, "Brother, Crackclaw Point is a miserable backwater. You're a Lannister—you'll never understand what it's like to be broke. When you're starving, who has time to practice swordsmanship? Crackclaw Point has a tradition of pledging directly to the Queen—it's their family craft."
"Brother, this is a good thing. At least the little baron isn't stupid—he knows the Lannisters have coin, doesn't he?"
Jaime looked a bit embarrassed. "You always have the better arguments. I'm better suited to being a courier."
Three days later, under a clear blue sky.
Inside the bow-making workshop in Whispering Town.
Green picked up a finished longbow from the wooden bench, about two meters in length. He drew it slightly to test the pull… around 110 to 120 pounds.
For survival, most of the residents in the Claybo (Clyburn) territory had to both farm and hunt. As a result, most of them were skilled with bows and arrows. This level of draw weight (around 110–120 lbs) could serve as an entry point and would be easy for them to adapt to.
With systematic training, the long-term plan was to introduce bows with even higher draw weights—130 lbs, 150 lbs, and so on.
The longbow was modeled after the English longbow from Green's previous life. Its craftsmanship was relatively simple, yet its range was considerable.
[In the territory, hunting was an important means of livelihood, so there was a constant reserve of bow materials.]
"Milord, I can make three of these in a day now."
"So can I!"
"Me too."
...
The responses came from the carpenters—about ten of them—who had originally been bow craftsmen by trade.
Green had initially planned to divide the longbow crafting process into several stages to create a simplified production line and improve efficiency.
But he later dropped the idea. The first challenge was the lack of suitable factory managers. Without proper oversight and organization, both quality and productivity would suffer.
Since there wouldn't be a sudden spike in longbow demand in the short term, the current production rate was sufficient. So Green decided to let them continue crafting bows the traditional way. The craftsmen were gathered in the same place, where they could observe each other's work speed—creating a natural sense of competition. It was a small step forward.
Green reminded himself not to overreach; he had to proceed step by step. Taking too big a leap could easily strain the weakest link.
Overall, Green was satisfied. After casually testing a few of the longbows and giving some final instructions, he officially announced the name of the weapon: the Clyburn Longbow.
Meanwhile...
Knight Pell, renowned across the territory, had completed his mission quickly.
The 100-man Recon Corps had already begun basic formation training.
Most of the soldiers in the Recon Corps were former hunters who came equipped with their own bows and short swords.
This aligned perfectly with Green's plan: the standard weapons for the Recon Corps would be shortbows and shortswords.
Green envisioned the Recon Corps as light infantry in leather armor suited for mountain warfare, with primary duties being reconnaissance and ambush.
Since most of the soldiers brought their own weapons, it significantly eased the burden on the lightly-stocked armory of Whispering Town.
But there was one issue—Green noticed that the arrows the hunters brought varied in quality, as most were self-made.
Their arrowheads lacked sufficient killing power. So the town's blacksmith workshop was now fully focused on producing high-quality arrowheads.
Green felt like there was always more to do.
First, helmets were another issue.
There were no spare helmets left in the armory. Equipping the 200 house guards had already drained every last one.
Green then thought of the pirate-style headscarves.
The warehouse had an abundance of grey linen cloth. Cut into towel-sized strips and wrapped around the head, they served as improvised helmets.
All 100 men wore matching grey headscarves—giving them something of a formal, uniformed look.
[Recon Corps Cohesion +1]
Next was armor.
Green's long-term goal was for every Recon soldier to wear chainmail layered with leather armor.
But for now, that was out of reach.
The warehouse had plenty of leather stock, but most of it was soft leather. There was only a limited amount of hardened leather.
Since hardened leather was the primary material for crafting protective armor, Green mobilized every available person in town to help make leather armor—at least ensuring the Recon soldiers had basic protection.
Time was tight, so details and aesthetics had to be sacrificed.
Cut, punch holes, add straps—and a basic leather armor set was done.
Green couldn't neglect Aemparro's Thorn Corps either. As lord, he couldn't show favoritism.
But if he used the same method as before, there wouldn't be enough hardened leather to go around.
After thinking it over, Green made a decision: the new Clyburn-style leather armor would no longer include back plates, and would instead only protect the chest and abdomen. This way, production could nearly double—enough to barely equip the Thorn Corps.
But what about the unprotected back?
As long as you always face your enemy, is there any reason to worry about your back?
Green's house motto suddenly gained a new line — "Never Turn Back."
.
.
.
🔥 The Throne's Last Flame — A Song Forged in Ice and Wrath 🔥
📯 Lords and Ladies of the Realm, heed the call! 📯
The saga burns ever brighter—30 chapters ahead now await, available only to those who swear their loyalty on Patreon. 🐉❄️🔥
Walk among dragons, defy the cold, and stake your claim in a world where crowns are won with fire and fury.
🔗 Claim your place: www.patreon.com/DrManhattanEN👤 Known on Patreon as: DrManhattanEN
Your loyalty feeds the flame. And fire remembers.