Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

Chapter 133 Arrogant Opening – The End of the Drama

Euron's faint smile remained. He gently patted Princess Elia Martell's tense shoulder to reassure her, then stepped forward to stand in front of her and Lisa. His voice was still calm, even tinged with regret, as he asked again, "Are you really not going to reconsider Her Highness's suggestion? Leave now, and I can guarantee that everything will be as if it never happened. I will not seek revenge on you or the Frey family."

"A princess? Even if she really were, she'd still die in the sea after we brothers have our fun! This vast ocean is deserted; who knows what might happen?"

"Women have had their fill of sex, but this is the princess's first time, she'll definitely be incredibly juicy~~~"

His response was met with even more unrestrained, thunderous laughter from the Frey family, interspersed with profanities and the clanging of weapons, which sounded particularly jarring in the blood-red sunset.

Euron's smile vanished, replaced by a cold, solemn expression: "If you insist on a fight to the death—"

"A fight to the death?" Simon Frey seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He spread his arms, flaunting his absolute advantage. "Are you blind, you iron-blooded fool? Can't you see we have three ships surrounding yours? We have nearly a hundred warriors, and you? Eleven! And there are two women and a nursing baby among them! What do you call a fight to the death? This is slaughter!"

"Slaughter?" Euron sighed deeply, almost with pity, as if his last bit of patience had run out. "Very well," he said softly, his voice almost drowned out by the sound of the waves, yet carrying the weight of final judgment, "Since you insist on this—then, all of you, die."

The moment his words fell, the once calm sea suddenly boiled!

Several golden tentacles, resembling giant battering rams and covered with suction cups, suddenly burst from beneath the sea on both sides of the ship's side, binding the two nearest Frey longships with an irresistible and terrifying force.

Amidst the tooth-grinding groans and cracking sounds of the wood, the powerful tentacles twisted gently, like a giant snapping a child's toy—two longboats were instantly twisted in half, exploding into countless fragments and wood chips.

Almost simultaneously, an unimaginably enormous whale, as large as a small mountain, leaped up from the other side, obscuring the blood-red sunset and casting a shadow of death, before crashing down with devastating weight! The last intact longship was instantly smashed to pieces, turning into wreckage floating on the sea.

Even more despairing was the sudden emergence of the "King of the Nearshore's" terrifying, scarred head from the surface. With a swift, gaping maw, it swallowed dozens of people who had fallen into the water, along with the seawater. At the same time, countless shark fins, like the scythes of death, carved deadly trajectories underwater, frantically tearing and devouring the drowning victims, instantly turning the clear seawater into a deep, spreading crimson.

In an instant, the Frey family's overwhelming advantage vanished, leaving only desperate cries and horrific chewing sounds on the sea.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye; the arrogant Frey family's three ships and one hundred people were gone in no time!

Princess Elia Martell was not even mentally prepared—she held a dagger in her left hand, waiting to use it to end her own life if she were captured.

Euron coldly gazed at the scene before him, which had instantly transformed into a living hell. The floating wreckage and spreading blood on the sea surface seemed like mere dust he had casually brushed aside. Standing at the bow, he loudly commanded the near-sea kings, who were happily feasting, "Stop feeding the fish! Those two who were the most arrogant on board just now, don't let them feed the fish. Spare their lives, I still have questions to ask."

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The enormous sea monster known as "Red Slayer" was an ancient creature with intelligence comparable to that of humans. It accurately understood Euron's will, deftly probing into the boiling seawater and the sharks vying for food, precisely pulling two still struggling figures from the edge of death's sharp teeth, and then throwing them heavily onto the deck at Euron's feet, splashing up a spray of salty seawater.

Euron lowered his gaze, his eyes first landing on Simon Frey. The Marquis of Walder's son had lost his left hand; the severed wrist was a bloody mess, and he was trembling violently from the pain and fear. "It's alright, just a left hand," Euron said calmly, as if commenting on the weather. "You Freys, it seems, wield swords in your right hand; you should be fine."

His gaze then shifted to Tytus Frey on the other side. His condition was far more wretched—half of his face was torn apart, revealing his stark white jawbone, and one of his thighs had been gnawed away, leaving only the skeleton, the pale leg bone starkly exposed, appearing particularly horrifying as he twitched weakly.

"Heh," Euron uttered a short, cold syllable, a chilling smile playing on his lips. "That mouth of yours will probably never again utter words like 'the princess belongs to me.'"

Before he finished speaking, his raised foot slammed down mercilessly, precisely grinding between Tethos's legs! "As for this thing that shouldn't exist," Euron's voice carried a chilling calm, "I'll accept it on behalf of the Drowned God."

A dull cracking sound and a mournful wail, inhuman and shrill, echoed from the deck, followed by utter silence.

Behind them, the three once arrogant longships had completely vanished, with only the slowly spreading, fading bloodstains on the sea and the occasional greedy shadows flashing underwater as proof of their existence.

Those sharks definitely looked like they had been starving for a long time.

The stench of blood on the deck had not yet dissipated with the sea breeze. Euron pieced together the outline of the truth from the fragmented, painful, and fearful confessions of Simon Frey and Tytos Frey.

The source of it all lies in the spider web woven deep within the Red Keep of King's Landing.

It was a secret letter delivered by Varys the Spider, reaching Leh River. The letter was extremely tactful, first expressing false condolences for the "unfortunate deaths" of the Frey family members at the Crossroads, and then, in a royal tone and bearing some vague seal, strongly condemning Euron Greyjoy's "disregard for the law and cruelty."

However, the most lethal core of this letter is cleverly concealed beneath these bureaucratic formalities: it clearly outlines Euron's sailing route after leaving Dragonstone, his expected stopping points, and his course towards Dorne. This seemingly casually mentioned information is, in fact, a sharp blade used to kill.

But Euron astutely grasped the most crucial point—both Simon and Tethos's testimonies clearly showed that the letter never mentioned Princess Elia Martell or Princess Rhaenys.

Varys provided the bait, precisely feeding it to the vengeful Frey family, but concealed the crucial fact that the ship carried the royal wife and daughters—a fact that would make any family hesitate to act rashly.

Euron's lips curled into a playful smile as he chuckled, "Perhaps that spider really didn't know Her Highness was also on the ship?"

Princess Elia Martell's face instantly turned icy. She gave a cold snort, her voice laced with a knowing sarcasm: "No, he must know. Varys is never one to act on his own; this letter must have been sent by Aerys II." Her sneer was laced with bitterness and anger. "280 AC, after Rhaenys was born on Dragonstone, Rhaegar brought her back to the Red Keep. Her grandmother, Queen Rhaeira, embraced the infant, while her grandfather—the King—refused to touch the child, even complaining with disgust that she smelled of Dorne. In his eyes, we were never truly family, merely strangers from Dorne. Rhaenys—never received his recognition."

Her self-glow was cast towards the distant, rolling waves, as if gazing upon those unbearable memories: "He never even acknowledged me as Rhaegar's lawful wife. Shortly after our marriage, he impatiently sent his cousin Stephen Baratheon and his wife Cassandra Ismon to Volantis, attempting to find a new queen of ancient and noble lineage to replace me for Rhaegar!" She paused, a hint of fateful irony in her voice, "Unfortunately, fate did not seem to be on his side."

Their ship sank near Storm's End on its return journey and eventually went to sea.

Euron fell silent. He wasn't good at comforting people, and in the end, he only let out a soft sigh: "Maybe—things aren't as bad as you think. Never mind, let's not think about that now. We should go to Tass Island." As he spoke, he seemingly casually raised his foot and kicked the slumped Simon Frey off the ship's side.

The "King of the Near Sea," which had been waiting nearby, suddenly emerged from the water, opened its massive jaws, and with a sickeningly loud cracking sound, only a ring of ripples remained on the surface of the sea, quickly dissipating.

Euron's gaze shifted to Tytus Frey, who lay dying on the deck. He turned to Princess Ilya and asked calmly, "What do you intend to do with this man?"

The foul language Tytos Frey had hurled at the princess still echoed in her ears. Princess Elia did not answer, nor did she hesitate for a moment. A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and with a flick of her wrist, a sharp dagger shot out like a silver snake, precisely piercing the mouth of Tytos Frey that had uttered countless insults.

Euron bent down and deftly pulled the dagger from the mouth of the now lifeless Tytos Frey. The bloodstains on the blade did not obscure its dark patterns and sharp gleam. He casually tossed the corpse into the sea, completing yet another feeding of "Broken Red."

He wiped the dagger clean and handed it back to Princess Elia Martell. However, the princess merely glanced coldly at the gleaming weapon, her eyes filled with nothing but deep disgust, devoid of any lingering affection.

"Throw it away." Her voice was like the cold wind of a Dornish desert night. "This was a wedding gift from Aerys II. He told me—" She paused, a chilling sarcasm in her voice, "that if any villain were to humiliate me and tarnish the royal reputation, I should use this to end my own life, to preserve 'the last vestige of Targaryen dignity.'"

Throw it away!?

This is Valyrian steel!?

Euron's fingers tightened almost instinctively. This was an unparalleled treasure that every warrior dreamed of, its value enough to bankrupt any nobleman, yet she spoke of it so casually, saying she would throw it into the sea?

Princess Ilya noticed the fleeting surprise and barely concealed fervor in his eyes. She understood what a Valyrian steel weapon meant to a warrior. The frost on her face melted slightly, transforming into a weary yet sincere smile. She gently shook her head: "Since you can't bear to part with it, then I'll give it to you. Consider it—repayment for saving your life today."

Upon hearing this, Euron's face immediately broke into an undisguised, almost pirate-like, frank smile. He clenched his fists, his fingers tightening almost instinctively. This was an unparalleled treasure that every warrior dreamed of, its value enough to bankrupt any nobleman. And she spoke of it so casually, saying she would throw it into the sea?

Princess Ilya noticed the fleeting surprise and barely concealed fervor in his eyes. She understood what a Valyrian steel weapon meant to a warrior. The frost on her face melted slightly, transforming into a weary yet sincere smile. She gently shook her head: "Since you can't bear to part with it, then I'll give it to you. Consider it—repayment for saving your life today."

Upon hearing this, Euron's face immediately broke into an undisguised, almost pirate-like, frank smile. He clenched his fingers and firmly grasped the heavy gift in his hand.

"Then," he said readily, his tone filled with the joy of having found a treasure, "I will gladly accept it, Your Highness."

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