Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

"I understand, Your Highness."

"Thanks to your discerning eye, otherwise I would have continued to make this foolish mistake."

"Please rest assured, after the meeting, I will privately request the King to allow me to resign from my position as Chief of Intelligence and return to my hometown to become a farmer."

Otto understood that he and his daughter were doomed.

Even with three children by his side, Baelor was the eldest son, so Aegon had no chance of taking over.

After what happened today, Viserys will definitely conduct a thorough investigation of the entire Dragonstone, and as the chief intelligence officer, he will inevitably be the first to be targeted, becoming the king's outlet for venting his anger.

It would be better to resign voluntarily, at least then one can preserve personal honor.

Baylor wouldn't let him have his way. "To err is human, to forgive divine, Lord Otto."

"However, private approval takes too long. It would be better to discuss it directly in a meeting and approve it on the spot, so as to avoid any unforeseen complications."

The Glutton responded to Beller with a dragon's roar, slightly raising its fangs with its hideous, god-like dragon head.

From Otto's perspective, he could clearly see the green flames within the dragon's kiss, which were gradually approaching as time passed.

"I will grant your wish, Your Highness!" Otto

For a good politician, patience and the ability to assess the situation are essential qualities.

Having received the answer he wanted, Beller, displaying the magnanimity of the king's eldest son, stepped aside to invite Otto into the carriage.

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"Otto, you said you're going to resign from your position as head of intelligence?"

At the royal council meeting, Viserys looked at the former prime minister, who loved power more than life itself, with disbelief, as if he had heard a joke.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"The wizards of the Shadowlands infiltrated Dragonstone and nearly assassinated Prince Baylor, and I, the chief intelligence officer, was completely unaware of it."

"I am ashamed of the trust you placed in me. Please allow me to resign from my position and return to the old town to enjoy my retirement."

Otto placed his hand on the other side, bowed slightly, and respectfully and sincerely requested the king's presence.

The expressions of the royal ministers, led by Leonor, were the most interesting.

Or rather, no one knew the former prime minister better than them; the words "delegation" and "returning home" seemed like a dream to Oto.

Not to mention, it was brought up by him himself.

Damon sat to the side, looking at Baylor with a rather amused expression.

He was very curious about what his good nephew had said that would make that old bastard Otto willingly resign from his most cherished position in front of everyone.

Viserys tapped the table with one hand, his gaze sweeping over the assembled ministers before settling on his eldest son and daughter, thus getting a general idea of ​​the situation.

"Since you insist on leaving, I won't keep you any longer," Viserys sighed, feigning regret.

Although Otto was indeed very talented, compared to his eldest son and daughter, any decent minister of the court would have to be ranked last.

After the royal council, Viserys decided to redeploy a large force to Dragonstone and ordered the acting lord to conduct a thorough inspection of all ships that land on the island, starting that day.

Detain any suspicious individuals immediately!

Allison had been preparing for the banquet and was stunned for a long time upon hearing that her father had been removed from his position as head of intelligence.

How is this possible?!

Baylor clearly had no evidence, and even if he exposed the matter, Viserys would not remove him from his position.

What happened in just one morning?

Allison felt helpless because she couldn't express her feelings.

Baelor is the king's eldest son and the future crown prince; Dragonstone will be granted to him as his territory sooner or later.

The opportunistic knights and maids on Dragonstone completely disregarded her status as a queen and refused to reveal even the slightest bit of information.

The more Alison thought about it, the more nervous and flustered she became.

From the moment Allison first saw Baylor, she felt a deep sense of dread towards him.

Because his way of speaking, his methods, and his style of doing things didn't resemble that of a six-year-old child; rather, they resembled those of a seasoned executioner...

If the Heitel family hadn't been secretly watching him in the old town, everyone would have thought that the prince had been switched by some foreigners.

The luncheon began soon after.

Viserys sat at the head of the table, raised his glass of red wine, and watched the lively dancing and playing, mingling with his ministers.

Allison stood beside him, considerately playing the role of a virtuous wife, serving him food, refilling his wine, and wiping away the wine dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Viserys held his wife's hand, his eyes filled with relief and gratitude.

Watching her beloved father and best friend exchange flirtatious glances, Renilla turned her head away speechlessly. To look at them for even a second longer would be an insult to her spirit.

"My dear sister, isn't their flirtatious exchange a must-do at every family dinner? Aren't you used to it yet?"

Beller calmly sipped his juice, savored the freshly baked roasted lamb chops, and enjoyed the delicious cream cake, seemingly unaffected by the food.

"If you put yourself in my shoes, you'd be too disgusted to eat either." Renilla picked up the cream cake in front of her and forced down a bite.

"Because you're overthinking it, because you're still concerned about this matter."

"But I won't, no matter if Allison becomes my stepmother or anything else."

"In my eyes, she's just an old woman who manages the Red Keep, a maid who takes care of my father, nothing more." Baylor spoke softly, so that only he and Renilla could hear him.

However, his extremely sharp comments and decisive attitude earned Renilla's great admiration.

She put down the cream cake, wiped her hands with a handkerchief, cupped her younger brother's face in her hands, and carefully compared the two sides.

"What's wrong, sister?" Belle asked, puzzled.

Renilla spoke seriously, "I'm wondering, is it really true, as the rumors in Old Town say, that you've been possessed by a terrifying magical creature?"

"Otherwise, how could your thinking be so mature? You're almost as mature as your father."

Baylor shook his head helplessly. "I am not as good as my father, whether in terms of experience or the level of being a king."

"Secondly, it's not that I'm mature in my thinking, but rather that the environment I grew up in forced me to become this way."

There was no other way. In that old town, if he didn't think quickly and be shrewd, he probably wouldn't even know how he died.

"Alright, alright, my dear little brother, I've been defeated by you in words."

"Let's eat, let's eat."

Renilla, too lazy to listen to Baylor's long-winded lecture, promptly stuffed a cream cake into his mouth, decisively ending the conversation.

After the luncheon, a drunk Viserys, supported by Alison, bid farewell to the ministers.

The other ministers also drank to their hearts' content and prepared to go to the outer city rooms prepared by the king for a good night's sleep.

Beller wasn't very sleepy and was preparing to go to the dragon's lair to connect with his gluttons and cultivate their understanding.

Renilla was worried about him going alone, so she decided to go with him.

"Brother, can I go with you?"

Helena had somehow gotten close to him, looking at Baylor with an expectant expression.

Behind her followed Aegon, who seemed to be filled with anticipation.