Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

bang——

The brown wooden door was slammed open again, making a loud noise. Viserys snapped back to reality, realizing that he had been lost in thought for some reason.

Since arriving at Dragonstone, he has often had this problem: he would inexplicably space out, and inexplicably seem to see some kind of illusion, just like when he was staring at the map just now.

And this situation seems to be becoming increasingly apparent.

However, when Viserys was awakened this time, he found that the shouts of battle outside had stopped, and everything had suddenly become quiet, as if nothing else had happened except for the sound of the impact.

"Is the battle over?"

Viserys sat up slightly, staring intently at the direction of the gate, and gripped his crossbow tightly.

The cabinet that was pushed over and blocking the entrance to the library had also been knocked open with a small gap.

The gate is about to be breached.

next second.

boom--

Several fully armed knights, carrying blood-stained longswords, savagely smashed open the door of the Picture Table Hall with their heavy shoulders.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

The heavy brown wooden door was torn and riddled with holes. The outside of the door was covered in blood, as if paint had been splashed everywhere. Just one look at it was enough to make one's brain swell and face turn pale. The smell in the air was so disgusting that it made one want to vomit.

At this moment, Viserys' crossbow was also drawn.

bang——

The crisp sound of a bowstring broke the momentary silence that followed the forced opening of the door.

The crossbow's bowstring released its power, and the bolt, already cocked, shot out.

Then, in the horrified eyes of the knights who rushed into the Hall of Tables, it was nailed to the black stone wall above the door.

Bang!

Stone fragments flew everywhere, accompanied by dust that landed on the armor of the two knights below, making a rustling sound.

The two knights were not only startled, but also left looking rather disheveled.

"His Majesty!"

And at this time.

Following the two knights who rushed in first, an old man, clad in gleaming armor and wearing a red cloak embroidered with a three-headed Targaryen dragon, strode in, carrying a blood gourd in one hand.

Tap tap...

The old man's footsteps were heavy, yet he remained unfazed even as Viserys's crossbow faced him directly.

"Calm down."

The newcomer was none other than Ser Geoffrey, the commander of the Dragonstone fleet, and upon closer inspection, it became clear that the object he was carrying, which resembled a blood gourd, was actually a human being.

The blood trailing on the ground was sprayed freely as if it were free, walking directly from the gate to the center of the map hall, and then set down in front of the giant map table.

thump--

The prisoner, covered in blood, fell to the ground without uttering a sound, like a pile of rotten flesh. If it weren't for his chest still heaving and panting, one might have thought he was already dead.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

Viserys sat somewhat awkwardly in the main seat, then stood up, supporting himself with his hands on the armrests, and apologized to the old knight and the two knights who had first burst through the door.

He was a little too nervous.

So much so that when they rushed in, they instinctively pulled the bowstring.

However, Viserys reacted quickly, slightly raising his aim just before the crossbow bolt was fired, and the bolt struck the wall above the gate.

Fortunately, no major mistakes were made.

Viserys then turned his gaze to the 'blood man' who was being carried in by Sir Jeffrey.

Although the other person was so mangled and almost unrecognizable, Viserys recognized him at a glance.

He was Ser David Shad, the bastard son of Rhaegar, who was appointed acting lord and steward of the castle before Rhaegar left Dragonstone, and also the mastermind behind this rebellion.

He had already been bribed by King's Landing, who offered him high rewards, using the promise of an earldom and a castle as bait to lure Ser Shad into betraying the Targaryen family and killing the widow and orphan who had fled to Dragonstone.

However, Sir Shad had previously feared that even if the plan succeeded in killing Queen Leila and her son, they would not be able to escape the pursuit of the Dragonstone fleet, so he hesitated to take action and missed one good opportunity after another.

As the storm approached, Viserys and his fleet left Dragonstone, missing their best opportunity.

Now, their final, desperate struggle has been suppressed by Viserys, who was prepared in advance.

All the guards, servants, and 'rats' he had bribed on Dragonstone, as well as those from King's Landing, died in this rebellion, making it a complete and utter defeat.

Do you want to interrogate him yourself?

"His Majesty."

The two knights who rushed in first clutched their chests, unwilling to accept Viserys's apology.

The old gentleman simply ignored all of this, standing in front of the map table and looking directly at the small figure standing next to the head of the table, he spoke directly.

"Interrogate him personally?"

Viserys hesitated slightly upon hearing the old man's words. His curly hair framed his ears, making him look adorable, before he shook his head.

"No."

"Lord Jeffrey."

Viserys stood beside the main seat, then turned slightly to try and sit back down. He had little interest in watching a mangled, bloodied figure any longer.

However, Viserys seemed to remember something, abruptly stopped, turned his head to look at Sir Jeffrey standing in front of the map table, and then spoke.

"I want to know exactly what he did; I'll leave that to you."

Then Viserys added another sentence.

"It would be best to spare his life and let me finish him off myself."

Chapter 51 Interrogation

“A true king should not personally deal with such a lowly sinner.”

"His Majesty."

However, when the old knight, standing at the map table, heard Viserys's request, his brow furrowed slightly, and then he spoke.

"He will taint your hands."

He didn't know why Viserys wanted to deal with the traitor himself, but such an action would be acceptable for anyone else, but it seemed somewhat inappropriate for a king.

It could even affect the king's honor.

Moreover, Viserys is only an eight-year-old child at this point.

How old was Jeffrey when he killed people?

He forgot.

But she looks like she's sixteen or seventeen, in the prime of her youth.

In a fit of rage, he drew his sword and killed someone in the street, his chest stained with blood. At that moment, his hands were trembling. He had practiced his swordsmanship diligently every day, but after actually killing someone, he couldn't even hold the sword anymore.

After that, Geoffrey left his family, his homeland, and even the land. He was unwilling to return to Westeros, much less to mention his past.

How old was Viserys when he accomplished all of this?

Although the boy still panics when faced with the threat of death, he can now take the life of an enemy without batting an eye, sentencing someone to death without even blinking.

Although maturity is a good thing for a young king with a troubled life.

After all, Viserys carried a heavy burden on his shoulders, bearing the responsibility of restoring his kingdom and family. He didn't even have the right to be kind to his enemies, because that would be cruel to himself.

However, Sir Jeffrey was still very afraid that Viserys would become a bloodthirsty tyrant in the future.

Just like his father, the 'Mad King,' few monarchs in history have received such a title.

In fact, the young king was very fortunate. In addition to leaving him an astonishing tangible fortune on Dragonstone, the Targaryen name also accumulated an intangible spiritual treasure for him.

Queen Lyra, Maester Daniel, Ser William Darryl, the Red Keep's headmaster, Ser Geoffrey, the current fleet commander, and many other soldiers still loyal to the Targaryens…

These people will provide Viserys with help and guidance at crucial moments, helping him overcome difficulties and preventing him from going astray.

Viserys, standing in front of the chair, paused briefly after hearing the old man's words.

Although he deeply trusted the old man, he felt it was better to keep some things to himself for the time being.

He had no way of explaining the Black Mist and Valyrian script to Sir Geoffrey, and he couldn't explain it now.

After all, Viserys himself didn't understand what this black mist was or what its inexplicable connection was with the Valyrian civilization.

However... there is one thing he does know.

That is, 'it' needs life, needs Viserys to end life himself, and there must be a medium to link them together; ranged weapons like bows and crossbows and indirect killing of enemies are not acceptable.

Then he would extract something from the victim's body, turning it into a wisp of black mist, which would then merge into the entire mass of black mist to strengthen himself.

"Jazz".

After some hesitation, Viserys organized his thoughts and looked up again to explain.

"I am not going to personally execute a criminal, much less indulge in the pleasure of killing."

Viserys gazed at the old man at the map table, his beautiful pale purple eyes serene.

"But it is to seek justice for Sir Daniel, and for the many more innocent soldiers who died in this rebellion."

“They all died protecting me, so naturally I must seek justice for them.”

Viserys's tone was somewhat uncertain at first as he lied, but he became increasingly calm in the end, even looking directly into the old knight's eyes.

It's not that he's become better at lying, but rather that he's come to accept the reasons he's given.

He should seek justice for these innocent people who died.

From the old scholar being poisoned to death a few months ago, to the mercenaries from the continent of Essos infiltrating the castle, to the two guards who just died tragically outside the gate, including the guard standing beside him who never retreated from beginning to end.

Viserys felt he really should do something.