Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Or perhaps... the corpse didn't completely lose its vitality.

Chapter 33 Sir Jeffrey

And now.

Viserys is still in the exploratory stage of the Black Mist, and the road ahead is fraught with uncertainty.

So he wanted to actively try other possibilities.

Even if it's not that practical right now... we still need to learn through trial and error.

therefore.

"Give it a try."

Viserys pursed his lips, his gaze fixed on the last attribute in the black mist, the 'moon' in Higher Valyrian, which represented the option for mental strength.

The Valyrians believed that the moon represented the spirit, soul, or will.

This is a characteristic of this language; the word "moon" can also refer to the soul.

"My mental strength far surpasses that of ordinary people, and it has indeed given me special abilities."

When Viserys reached the age of 20, he awakened a special ability called the Eye of Moment.

This ability allows him to briefly slow down anything or anyone that is in motion within his field of vision, and his powerful mental strength can instantly deconstruct the other party's actions.

So it appeared that the other person had 'slowed down,' giving him more time to react.

This ability is naturally of great help to Viserys. For example, he just used this ability to dodge the flying axe thrown by the mercenary and save his life.

Viserys naturally understood the principle of playing to one's strengths and avoiding one's weaknesses.

His current strength lies in his mental fortitude, which far surpasses that of ordinary people.

He even had some anticipation for what would happen if his mental power evolved to its limit.

Then.

Viserys manipulated the absorbed black smoke into the large cloud of black mist, transforming it into a fleeting ray of moonlight, which enveloped the characters symbolizing the 'moon' in a faint, pale glow.

Then...

And that was the end of it.

Viserys sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, looking at the sword in his hand.

Fortunately, Dragonstone's castle is large enough, and because Prince Rhaegar is frugal and Dragonstone is inherently barren, there aren't many servants or guards, so no one has discovered him yet.

Otherwise, seeing this scene, one might think that the young king was unable to withstand the psychological pressure and was choosing to end his own life.

"really."

Viserys, however, remained calm.

He looked at the number 20, which remained unchanged, and felt a slight awakening in his mind, as if he had drunk sweet dew. Then he blinked slightly, showing no surprise, but rather an expression of taking it for granted.

He didn't waste the plume of black smoke; instead, he used it to probe and find a result.

Although he had roughly guessed that this was the case, Viserys was extremely cautious when faced with something as important as the 'Black Mist'.

He wouldn't choose to guess; he would insist on proving it with experimental results.

And the result was exactly as he expected.

The stronger one's abilities, the more difficult it becomes to evolve. His mental strength has likely far exceeded the sum of two people, or even three, four, or more.

Therefore, his plan to quickly evolve his mental power to its peak also failed.

"We still need to pursue comprehensive development."

Viserys took a deep breath.

"And we don't know if the use of black fog will cause any hidden dangers."

However, Viserys has no other choice now.

He has to rely on the benefits the black mist brings him; otherwise, it will be extremely difficult, if not impossible, to turn his fate around in the foreseeable future.

Even with the help of the black mist, Viserys did not relax in the slightest. He was afraid that he would not be able to escape the shackles of fate and would eventually die in some other way, so he dared not relax.

"Your Highness!"

"His Highness is here! Someone come quickly!"

And at this time.

Tread-tap-

Amidst the scraping of armor and the chaotic sound of footsteps, the castle guards, torches in hand, searched the corridors and finally followed the trail to Viserys's location.

All the mercenaries who infiltrated the castle have been killed.

The only survivor was given a brief interrogation, after which the butler, Sir Shad, who rushed over, ordered his throat to be slit and his body thrown into the sea.

Upon hearing of the attack, the knight appeared extremely anxious and filled with hatred for the attackers, wishing to kill them as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, the guards also discovered that the bedroom where the 'little king' was located had also been attacked by the enemy.

The two guards had been killed, and Viserys and Princess Renesas had vanished without a trace.

Sir Shad then ordered a search of the entire castle.

They eventually found a terrified Renis in the cellar, while another team located Viserys's location.

...

The next morning.

The horror of last night has faded. The servants cleaned up the bloodstains in the castle, and all the mercenaries' bodies were thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

The body of the mercenary who had fallen off the cliff after Viserys cut his rope from the castle was discovered by fishermen who were preparing to go out to sea at dawn.

Viserys was also somewhat startled, but he generally behaved better than the Queen and Reyne.

But he was also tormented and didn't sleep for half the night, and there were still some bloodshot eyes.

"Mother."

In the Tuzhuo Hall on the top floor of the Shigulou, Viserys greeted his mother and then sat down on a side seat.

The exhausted silver-haired woman sat in the main seat listening to the report from the commander of the Dragonstone fleet.

Although Viserys had been crowned 'King', even the guards on Dragonstone did not actually address him as 'Your Majesty'.

Everyone understands that this king is just a title.

Even if the Targaryens were to reclaim the throne, Viserys would not be able to sit on the Iron Throne.

Because he was too young, his mother, Leila, acted as regent until the king came of age, at which point power would be handed over.

So Viserys could only sit properly on the side seat next to his mother, his knees together and his hands on his knees. His long eyelashes fluttered, his eyes were lowered, and he looked quiet and well-behaved, just like a good child.

However, the commander of the Dragonstone fleet, an old man with white hair and beard, was saying something when he noticed Viserys's arrival and glanced at the boy slightly.

The old gentleman's eyes still held a hint of curiosity.

He was reporting to Queen Leila on the losses suffered by the Dragonstone fleet last night. Although the enemy was repelled, the fleet itself inevitably suffered some losses.

He also heard about what had happened inside the castle.

His Highness's younger brother, Prince Viserys, who is only seven years old, killed three vicious mercenary members last night by some unknown means.

"Your Highness."

The commander of the Dragonstone fleet nodded slightly to Viserys.

Sir Jeffrey.

Viserys nodded upon hearing the old man's words and politely returned the greeting.

This was the first time he had met the knight since arriving at Dragonstone.

The other party was in charge of the fleet, but did not come to pay homage after Queen Leila and Viserys arrived.

The mother, for some reason, did not take the initiative to meet with this person.

Chapter 34 Bold Ideas

"His Majesty."

The old jazz musician, with his white hair and beard, spoke in a somewhat rough voice. He then nodded slightly, having said everything he needed to say.

Queen Leila remained seated in the center, her face showing signs of fatigue despite her large pregnant belly. She took a deep breath and nodded.

"Thank you for your help, Sir Jeffrey."

However, the old man didn't say anything. Instead, he stood up and bowed slightly, his armor making a sound.

They then prepared to leave the Chart Hall and return to the fleet docked in the port.

And at this time.

Viserys, who had been listening for a long time, looked at Sir Jeffrey and suddenly raised his hand, just like a well-behaved child in class.

"Sir, I have a question."

"Can our fleet sail through the Narrow Sea?"

The young king sat on the side seat, one hand on the table, the other raised, and suddenly spoke.

"Ok?"

The old man paused slightly upon hearing Viserys's words, then stopped in his tracks.

He looked down at the panoramic map of Westeros in the hall of maps. Dragonstone was located at the gateway to King's Landing, and beyond Blackwater Bay lay the Narrow Sea, sandwiched between two continents.

On the other side of the Narrow Sea lies what the people of Westeros call the 'Eastern Continent' or the 'West Coast,' officially known as the continent of Essos, home to the nine free trading cities.

Viserys suddenly asked this question at this moment, and although he was only seven years old, it made the old knight fall into deep thought.

"Your Highness means..."

Sir Jeffrey paused for a moment, then raised his gray head and asked in return.