Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

"The Archbishop is currently receiving missionary work from the Seven Gods and will not officially emerge from seclusion until tomorrow," Mond Hightower said, enunciating each word clearly.

Baylor swirled his wine glass, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

What a convenient excuse for accepting a legacy! It's clearly just spending time with prostitutes in brothels. Mond Hightoir's excuses are endless.

"Speaking of which, I am also a devout believer of the Seven Gods, and I should be waiting for the Archbishop to emerge from seclusion at the main church gate on this day worthy of celebration."

Having said that, Beller immediately got up and prepared to go to the Church of the Seven.

"Prince, you are not allowed to wait on the day you receive the teachings of the Seven Gods."

In his panic, Mond stopped Baylor.

"But I am a follower of the Seven Gods. Lord Mondstadt, that reason cannot stop me."

Baylor walked slowly forward and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Or perhaps our beloved Archbishop isn't even at the Church of the Seven Gods?"

Mond knew very well that this was the last chance Baylor had given him, allowing him to carefully consider the matter.

However, admitting to this scandal in person would inevitably create a rift between the Hightower family and the Church of the Seven.

Seeing that Mond was still hesitating, Baylor decided to add fuel to the fire one last time.

He turned to look at Renilla. "Sister, according to the kingdom's laws, what is the punishment for deceiving a member of the royal family?"

Renilla deliberately paused for a moment before speaking, word by word, "It's not a serious crime; it's just a matter of being beheaded."

Baylor said "Oh," and added, "I think beheading is too harsh a crime. How about we cut off his hands instead?"

"After all, he is loyal to my Targaryen family. It's such a waste to just banish him to the Night's Watch like this."

Mond knew this was the last chance Baylor had given him. If he didn't tell the truth, he would become the first patriarch in the Seven Kingdoms to lose both of his hands.

Thinking of the humiliating life he would lead in the second half of his life, Mond made his choice almost immediately.

"I was drunk and said some very foolish things. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

Baylor smiled with satisfaction. "I forgive your ignorance. Then, Lord Mond, please tell me, where is the Archbishop?"

"brothel."

"very good."

Baylor nodded in satisfaction and resumed his normal voice, "Please take me there yourself. I want to speak with the Archbishop."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Mond knew that once he agreed, he was destined to have no way out.

Hightar and the Seven Churches are destined not to coexist peacefully as before.

After bidding farewell to Rennyra, Beller rode the Glutton to the only brothel in Old Town.

As a town where the Seven Gods spread their faith, a place like a brothel, which is immoral and disreputable, should not exist here.

But as time went by, the faith in the Seven Gods and the desires in their hearts quietly switched places.

"The land of the Seven Gods' faith is off-limits to unauthorized personnel."

Looking at the grand and imposing sign, Baylor suppressed a laugh and slowly walked into Mond Hightoir.

The archbishop, who was as fat as a pig, and a group of high-ranking members of the Seven Gods were leaning against the bathtub, enjoying the services of several prostitutes from Ries with their eyes closed.

"Look, Lord Mondstadt."

"If you hadn't brought me here, I, as a prince, would have had no idea that our Seven Gods' higher-ups really know how to enjoy themselves."

Beller deliberately raised his voice, thoughtfully creating a rift in the harmonious relationship between Hightar and the Church of the Seven.

"Insolence, Mond Hightoar!"

"How dare you disregard our alliance and send a damned person!"

Before the word "maggots" could be uttered, the Patriarch saw the Prince sitting on the stool, waving at him with a smile in his eyes.

"Prince Bellor? Weren't you on the Stone Steps Islands? What are you doing in Old Town?!"

The archbishop and his entourage immediately waved for the prostitutes to get out, then turned and found a white cloth to cover their disheveled bodies.

Seeing that they were dressed, he slowly began to speak, "The Stone Steps Islands urgently need a large amount of Dragon Coins for defense construction, and Father specially sent me and Renilla to Old Town to raise funds."

"Seeing the Cathedral of the Seven Gods reminds me of the happy times of my childhood, so I asked Lord Mondstadt to bring me here to find you."

"I never expected that you gentlemen would be taught by the Seven Gods. This has truly surprised me."

The archbishop and his entourage stood frozen in place, like children who had been switched at birth, awkwardly at a loss for what to do.

"Your Highness, the Church of the Seven is willing to contribute a large amount of money and provisions to assist the Targaryen dynasty in building the defenses of the Stepstone Islands."

"Furthermore, we will immediately dispatch our best followers tomorrow to travel throughout the seven kingdoms and spread the word about Your Highness's great achievements!"

"We will be there as soon as possible for your coronation as Crown Prince!"

The archbishop reacted quickly.

He knew that to resolve the current crisis, he had to show Baylor sufficient sincerity.

The Stone Steps Islands were the signal he sent.

Beller admired the archbishop's keen insight, but that was far from enough.

He said that nothing, no belief, can be above the Tangrian.

"Your Excellency, when I was born, I was called 'the cursed prince,' but I am clearly the most faithful follower of the Seven Gods."

"Tell me, from whom did these rumors originate?"

Who spread the word? Baylor knew perfectly well, as did the Heitel family and the Seven Gods Cult.

Today, the archbishop has finally realized that Baelor's visit to Oldtown is not simply about asking for money and food; he may very well be aiming to place the Tangrian dynasty, or even himself, above the Seven Gods.

"Prince, you have misunderstood."

"In the Andal era, only true warriors could withstand the trials set by the Seven Gods, and now, your keen insight and wisdom have proven that!"

"From this day forward, the curse will be transformed into a blessing, and you will be the 'Blessed Prince of the Gods'!"

With that, the archbishop led the crowd in a curtsy to Prince Baelor, and in unison congratulated him: "Blessed Baelor!"

The man involved, Baylor, was completely taken aback. He had to admit, it was a real shame that someone with such eloquence wasn't a courtier in King's Landing.

"In that case, I hope that Your Excellency will not make empty promises. You should still send a missionary to inform every noble and commoner in the seven kingdoms of my name."

"Of course, Prince Bellor is the warrior chosen by the Seven Gods, and we will naturally obey!"

Don't even mention being a warrior; as long as you can take over today's shameful deeds, even if you say that Baylor is the reincarnation of the Seven Gods, it's no problem.

Beller stood up with a smile. "That's wonderful, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

"If Lord Mondstadt hadn't personally brought me here, I'm afraid I would have been called 'the cursed Baelor' forever."

"Now that the truth has come to light, I will not disturb you any longer. Farewell."

The archbishop and other high-ranking officials watched Prince leave with smiles on their faces.

Snapped--

The moment the door closed, their smiles instantly turned to anger as they stared intently at Mond Hightower, who was about to leave.