Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"So, what should I call you from now on?"

Viserys' question caused Mirasis's lingering regret to fall silent for a moment before she spoke with a touch of sadness.

"Just call me Mirasis."

"I am the only one left in the whole world who is her lingering regret. I am Mirasis."

"it is good."

Viserys nodded slightly, then changed the subject, remembering the request Mirasis had just made—to use the golden flames within him to prolong his life.

In fact, it was precisely to figure out this flame that he chose to risk conducting this experiment, never expecting that he would awaken a lingering remnant of Miracis from a faceless statue.

"Miracis, what is the golden flame within me?"

Now that the cooperation between the two parties had begun, Viserys asked the question frankly.

"The Flame of Faith".

Mirasis, as expected, fulfilled his obligation to cooperate and explained without hesitation.

"You have won the faith of your people, which is the foundation of the path to godhood, and also the first step."

"There are many gods, big and small, in this world. Most of them are leaders of nations or countries, or some kind of spiritual sustenance. As long as one has faith, one can generate special qualities."

This is similar to Viserys's earlier speculation about the mysterious properties within the idol and the white raven skull, except that Viserys named it divinity, while Miracis called it faith.

Chapter 634 Migrant Population

The sudden appearance of golden light above the Red Fortress could not be kept secret; many people witnessed this scene that night, which lasted for a full quarter of an hour.

What followed became a topic of conversation among the people of King's Landing. Some claimed that a treasure left behind by the conquerors had been discovered beneath the Red Keep, and that whoever obtained it would be able to tame a dragon.

Others believe that this is the manifestation of the Seven Gods, just like the legendary story of the Seven Gods crowning His Majesty when he was on the other side of the Narrow Sea.

Rumors that Viserys was about to be crowned emperor were once again rampant.

However, this miracle was much smaller in scale than the previous sight of the red comet streaking across the sky, and was confined to the area of ​​King's Landing and Blackwater Bay. Many merchants traveling to and from King's Landing witnessed it, and the story gradually spread over time.

The miracle of a beam of golden light appeared behind the Red Keep at Aegon High Hill, so all the rumors eventually pointed to Viserys.

The rumors that His Majesty the King possessed magic had already caused a stir in King's Landing long ago, with gossip spreading like wildfire. Intelligence agents from other factions stationed in King's Landing also gathered all this information and sent it to their respective masters.

As these messages and rumors spread, Viserys's image became even more mysterious and unfathomable.

Those with ulterior motives would subconsciously lower their voices when his name was mentioned, and even glance southeast, as if afraid that he could hear their conversation with magic from the distant Aegon Hill.

However, Viserys doesn't actually have that ability, and even if he did, he wouldn't bother monitoring the entire city; he'd probably be driven crazy by it. His consistent approach is to do his job well, avoid mistakes, and then solve problems as they arise.

The 'miracle' that happened a few days ago was the talk of the town in King's Landing, and the Unsullied soldiers in the Red Keep, the ladies-in-waiting and servants in the palace, and the high-ranking officials of the Council of Kings witnessed it up close.

The source of this golden light was Viserys. There were no so-called seven gods, this god or that god, only their emperor was there. It was just unknown what he was doing in the Forest of the Gods that caused such a commotion, and he ordered the Unsullied soldiers to put the area under martial law and prevent anyone from approaching.

Therefore, during this period, the senior ministers of the Iron Throne Council remained tight-lipped when questioned by various parties, simply shaking their heads and daring not to say more. The closer they got to Viserys, the deeper their heartfelt awe became.

The Unsullied soldiers who were the first to enter the Sacred Tree Forest must have seen something, but the Unsullied are very tight-lipped, and no one could get them to reveal what they saw.

Therefore, the topic of 'miracles' became a taboo subject among the nobles of King's Landing.

...

"The Night's Watch has broken through Carin Bay and recaptured White Harbor by sea."

"They are now splitting into two groups, one to take the desolate mound village, and the other to Horwood City."

"The fleet on the other side seems to intend to sail up the Whiteblade River and head straight for Seven and Winterfell."

"That's too risky."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Therefore, they must have abandoned the plan later and continued to proceed slowly."

Inside the Royal Council Chamber of the Red Keep, the King and his ministers were discussing the war in the North, but few noticed a statue of a woman with horns on her head whose face was obscured on a table in the Royal Council Chamber.

The war to reclaim the North proceeded smoothly. As humans had predicted, the White Walkers did not choose to put up a fierce resistance, but instead vanished without a trace. Only scattered legions of the dead were resisting the Night's Watch's offensive.

However, it is clear that these legions of the dead were very brave when led by the White Walkers and banded together, but now, as scattered soldiers, they do not pose a significant obstacle to the legion's advance.

The legion continued its march northward, one step at a time.

"What about the Three Sisters Islands?"

Then Viserys looked at the map and another question came to mind. He realized that he seemed to have overlooked these three small islands, perhaps because they were so small.

“Uh…excuse my bluntness, Your Majesty.”

Varys, who was giving instructions as the Minister of Intelligence, had his hands tucked into his sleeves. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"The Three Sisters Islands have long been abandoned."

"Huh? Why?"

"The Three Sisters Islands have also been attacked by the White Walkers?"

Viserys paused slightly, while Varys shook his head and explained.

"No, Your Majesty."

"The Three Sisters Islands did not experience the same situation as the Iron Islands, where White Walkers came in ships to attack."

"But the people living on these islands had already fled due to the fall of White Harbor."

There were many factors at play, including fear, terror, and the fall of White Harbor, which turned the entire North into a hellish place. No caravans dared to venture north anymore, and the Three Sisters Islands were cut off from supplies.

Without warm fur clothing, fuel, candles, or food, the people of the Three Sisters Islands had long since fled in order to survive.

These are things that the lords high above the throne have never considered, but for ordinary people, they are very real livelihood issues.

"In fact, the Sunderland family of the Three Sisters Islands was nominally loyal to the Arryn family before, but now they have become nobles under Lord Baelish."

"Lord Triston Sunderland once appealed to Lord Baelish, hoping that the Governor of the Vale could relocate some of the refugees to the Three Sisters Islands. Now, the vast islands are only inhabited by the Sunderland family."

When this topic came up, even the senior members of the Imperial Council present couldn't help but chuckle.

"However, Lord Petyr seemed intent on putting them in a difficult position, claiming that the Three Sisters Islands were fickle and that the Sunderland family was as greedy and wicked as beasts, and rejected their request."

"If the Sunderland family wants to gain access to the refugees, they must bow down to the Eyrie, instead of obeying orders as they have in the past."

The bald eunuch planted little birds in the Eyrie, and they could even reproduce every word Littlefinger had ever said.

"Lord Euron Greyjoy of the Iron Islands once made a similar request, hoping to relocate a portion of the population from the Westerlands to the Iron Islands."

"But Lord Mist Toyn, Earl of Casterly Rock, also refused. Not every place is like King's Landing. Population also means wealth, Your Majesty."

Varys's little birds are scattered throughout the Seven Kingdoms and even the trading cities, perhaps because Ramsay Snow's presence has made the Spider feel threatened as well.

Chapter 635 The Conflict of Dorne

Lord Varys was once the most irreplaceable figure in King's Landing, otherwise he wouldn't have served three kings. However, now that Viserys has established an internal investigation agency, Varys realizes that he is not irreplaceable after all.

The fiercest battles between Little Bird and the Ministry of Internal Affairs in private have even escalated to the point where two or three people die every day.

Viserys was fully aware of the situation, but he did not directly intervene.

Besides being more cautious, Varys also dared not conceal any intelligence. His most effective tactic used to be selectively reporting the intelligence he received, but now that there were competitors, Varys's tricks had become ineffective.

"Oh?"

“Miss Toyn rejected Euron, so what’s next? The Iron Islands can’t be deserted forever. Where does Euron plan to find people to come from?”

"It's nothing more than waging war and capturing slaves. As you know, Lord Euron now holds the rank of naval admiral, and the Iron Fleet is still under his command."

Varys shook his bald head and spoke.

"He might raid some islands in the Sunset Sea, where barbarians are said to be descendants of the Ironborn."

The routine Imperial Council meeting soon came to an end, and many of the high-ranking officials who participated in the meeting left in groups, chatting and laughing. However, one person returned.

"Lord Alistair Floren, I have other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now."

Varys bowed slightly to the tall, thin old Minister of Agriculture, then left with small, quick steps.

Spiders are generally disliked creatures.

Meanwhile, Tyrion, who was chatting and laughing with Oberyn, spoke to Allister.

"Oh, Lord Tyrion."

Upon hearing the imp's words, Allister Florent stood still, gave a polite smile, and nodded in greeting to the two.

Although he had been a member of the Imperial Council for quite some time, he was still considered a 'newcomer' to them.

If the old man wants to stay in the Council of Kings for a long time, he needs to build good relationships with these 'seniors'. Most importantly, the backing behind Allister is not very strong; his Minister of Agriculture is just a product of political compromise.

However, Oberyn ignored the old man's overtures, only glancing at the departing eight-legged spider and frowning slightly.

He felt there was something else in Varys's gaze towards him today, and then a strange chill ran down his spine.

"Could this eunuch be...?"

...

Meanwhile, Viserys was returning to Maegor Tower accompanied by his servant Robb Stark.

"Robb, what did you learn today?"

The two walked down the steps, talking as they went. Robb, as his squire, also studied governance and martial arts under Viserys. This was a rule among nobles to exchange squires, which was considered a form of apprenticeship.

Therefore, when Viserys convened the Council of Kings, he would have Robb listen in or stand guard outside. When necessary, Viserys would also personally knight Robb.

"I have learned the importance of population, Your Majesty. I never knew that population was so important."

The reddish-brown-haired boy rested his hand on the sword hilt, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

He had never considered the importance of population, falling into a misconception. He even thought that these commoners were a burden on the nobles, who had to go to great lengths to protect the people under their rule, which was the honor and responsibility of the nobles. But now it seems that the opposite is true.

The luxurious lives of the nobles were all built up little by little by the common people he spoke of.

"Ah."

"anything else?"

Viserys, upon hearing Robb's words, remained noncommittal, merely nodding slightly before speaking. But at that moment, he encountered Varys, who had quietly returned, at the corner of the corridor.