Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

Chapter 324 An Oddity – The Favon Family Father and Daughter

Gilbert Fawin's gaunt face revealed little emotion, only his deep-set eyes gleamed with an unfathomable light. His voice was low and clear: "I wonder, sir—are you interested in that far western sea west of Lonely Lampburg?"

Euron, upon hearing this, stared into Gilbert's eyes as if he could see into the deepest, most hidden thoughts of a person, and slowly said, "Why do you ask that?" He countered calmly, and before the other could answer, he seemed to have thought of something, and instead asked, "Rather than making baseless guesses, I'd like to hear your insights. Can you tell me, what discoveries has your Fawin family, which has guarded the West for generations, made in your exploration of that sea?"

Gilbert slowly shook his head, stepped aside, and turned his gaze to his three daughters. His tone carried an undeniable certainty: "When it comes to a true understanding of that sea, they know it better than I do."

As he spoke, Rachel, Neytyl, and Zoea all stepped forward simultaneously, their movements mirror-like. Six calm, profound gazes focused on Euron, as if their eyes had witnessed all the secrets of the world's ends.

Rachel, Nydia, and Zoia exchanged a knowing glance and nodded slightly, as if they shared the same thought.

Rachel spoke first, her voice like distant sea mist: "It's a wondrous sea."

Nitil continued, her tone carrying a certain mysterious rhythm: "It's a miracle from beyond the Sunset Sea."

Zoia finished the cycle, her tone firm: "Our Fawin family has been dedicated to exploring those more distant seas for generations."

Then, Rachel's voice carried a hint of helplessness: "But our capabilities are limited."

Nitil began to describe the specific predicament: "West of Lone Lampburg lies the raging Convection Sea."

Zoia clearly explained the obstacle: "Any ship that tries to cross will be relentlessly pushed back to its original position by the opposing currents and whirlpools."

Rachel continued the geographical description: "If we can break through that barrier and continue forward—"

Nitil's tone turned serious: "Then we will enter a wider, but also more desolate sea. There is no wind, and no waves."

Zoia pointed out the perilous state of the voyage: "The sails of the ships are useless there, as if they were mere decorations."

Rachel gave the area a name: "We call it the Calm Belt."

Nitil lowered her voice, tinged with awe: "And in the depths of that desolate sea, countless enormous sea monsters lurk."

Zoia concluded, looking intently at Euron: "Like those sea kings you ride, they are enormous and ancient."

The three of them spoke in rapid succession, their words flowing seamlessly together, as if each person had three mouths narrating simultaneously, creating a unique and interesting rhythm.

As the last syllable fell, six clear, bright eyes simultaneously focused on Euron, their expectant light almost tangible. Their intentions were clear: they silently and earnestly hoped that the lord of the sea monsters before them would grant their request.

Euron's lips curved into a slight smile, a mixture of interest and understanding. His gaze slowly swept over the three identical, expectant faces before him. "I think I understand what you mean," he said in a deep, steady voice, smiling, "You want to invite me to explore with you that wondrous sea at the edge of the world?"

He had barely finished speaking—

Rachel nodded vigorously immediately, letting out a short, clear nasal sound: "Mmm."

Nitil followed suit, affirming with more formal language, "Yes."

Zoia, with a hint of cautious probing, asked softly, "You—agree?"

Three pairs of clear eyes stared at him intently, as if his next word would determine the course of an ancient dream.

Euron smiled, his eyes gleaming with the light of an explorer: "To be honest, I'm very interested in the sea area you described."

Before he finished speaking, the three sisters almost simultaneously let out a short, crisp gasp, their faces instantly breaking into joyful smiles, their excitement and elation undisguised.

However, Euron shook his head slightly. "But—" He glanced at the three faces that had suddenly become tense, his voice steady and firm: "But before setting sail for that completely unknown world, I must first explore and take control of—the entire known world."

After a brief silence, Rachel spoke first, her voice soft yet firm: "We can wait for you."

Nitil immediately replied, her tone carrying an undeniable promise: "I will definitely wait for you."

Zoia finally asked the most crucial question, a hint of barely perceptible worry in her clear eyes: "But how long will we have to wait?"

Six pairs of eyes focused once more, waiting for Euron to give an answer that might determine his fate for decades to come.

Euron spoke softly, his voice carrying the clarity of a sea breeze, and he chuckled, "It'll take a long time."

Euron's smile didn't fade, but it gained an undeniable solemnity. He didn't give them a chance to interrupt, his gaze as firm as a rock, his voice calmly stating the unshakeable reality: "You should understand my situation. I cannot abandon the Greyjoy name, abandon my duties in the Iron Islands, abandon my wife, children, and family to embark on an unknown journey with no end in sight, one that will take a long time to explore."

He readily acknowledged the uncertainty involved: "I cannot give a definite answer as to how long it will take."

However, the moment he finished speaking, Euron changed his tone, his voice firm and resolute: "But I can tell you with certainty."

"No matter how many years later—ten, twenty, or even longer—after I have completed all my journeys and responsibilities in the known world, I will surely turn my ship around and set sail for the seas you have described!"

"This is a promise."

This is not an excuse, but a weighty agreement that transcends time.

The four members of the Fawin family exchanged a silent glance, their eyes meeting briefly in the air before they slowly nodded, a consensus based on intuition already reached between them.

Gilbert Fawin's face betrayed no emotion, only a calm honed by the passage of time. He gazed at Euron, his voice low and resolute: "I believe what you say."

Behind him, the three sisters, Rachel, Nydia, and Zoia, nodded in unison, their clear voices resonating harmoniously like a trio: "We believe too."

This simple and direct trust made Euron's expression more serious. He bowed slightly and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Gilbert said no more, and simply bowed slightly: "In that case, I'll be going back."

Having said that, the patriarch from the ends of the earth turned around without hesitation and walked steadily toward the exit of the hall.

Just then, soft footsteps came from the stone corridor on the side of the hall.

Lady Alanis Harlow walked out arm in arm with Asara, both of them still wearing the warm smiles of their private conversation. Alanis, who already had four children, had just been in the room carefully imparting many precautions and childbirth experiences to Asara, who was pregnant for the first time.

Euron's gaze swept over them, then returned to the three Favourite sisters, who remained standing motionless in their original spot. A question arose in his mind as he looked at Gilbert's retreating figure disappearing down the porch: "They—aren't they going back with you?"

Gilbert Farwin paused at the doorway. He didn't turn around completely, but merely turned half of his withered face to the side, his voice calm yet as unwavering as the deep sea: "From this day forward, they will remain with you. Until the very end—to the far west with you."

Rachel, Nydil, and Zoea stood silently like three exquisite living statues sacrificed to the future, all six eyes fixed on Euron, awaiting the beginning of their unknown destiny.

Upon hearing this, Youlun raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a mixture of surprise and confirmation: "Them? From now on, they'll be by my side?"

"Hmm." Gilbert's response remained calm and even, as if stating a perfectly natural fact. "Besides being shapeshifters, they each possess considerable strength and can lend you a helping hand in many matters."

Euron gave a wry smile, attempting to politely decline: "These three are such beautiful and lovely girls; having them by my side for too long might hinder their development."

Upon hearing this, Gilbert actually lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly, as if agreeing with Euron's point of view: "You're right. It's indeed impolite and inappropriate to follow you without any official title or status."

Hearing this, Euron secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the other party understood his concerns.

However, Gilbert's next words caused the air in the entire hall to freeze instantly: "In that case, from now on, they will be your salt concubines."

Euren: "————"

Ashara:

Alanis:

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A deathly silence descended, as if the three of them were simultaneously frozen by an invisible spell, with only the faint sound of waves lapping against the shore outside the window, a reminder of this sudden and astonishing decision.

The three were still reeling from the shock of those words, standing frozen in place. Gilbert Fawin, however, had already taken advantage of this momentary lapse in concentration, quietly turning around and steadily leaving the hall.

When Euron suddenly realized what was happening and chased after him along with Ashara and Alanis, who had also been awakened, the withered, tall figure was already standing atop the steep cliff outside the castle.

Under their watchful eyes, Gilbert did not hesitate for a moment and plunged into the churning, inky sea below, stirring up a fleeting white spray.

The next moment, what emerged from the waves was not a human figure.

It was a seal with slick, wet fur and bright, intelligent eyes. Floating on the water, it raised one of its pectoral flippers and waved to the people on the cliff in a remarkably human-like gesture, as if it were a human making a final farewell.

At the same time, the three sisters Rachel, Nydia, and Zoea, who were standing quietly behind Euron, also raised their hands and waved in unison into the distance.

Their voices rang out one after another, clear and calm: "Father," "Goodbye,"

"Be careful on the road."

The seal took one last look, then turned and gracefully disappeared into the deep sea, vanishing into the boundless blue.