Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

He then swallowed a mouthful of water.

I watched as the carriage entered the city of Andalus.

It wasn't that the guard had never seen a woman before, but rather that this woman in red was simply too beautiful. The thin layer of clothing was incredibly alluring, with a hint of white skin peeking out from her chest. Her entire body radiated a fiery heat, causing the guard to feel his body temperature rise and his blood rush to his head.

"What a nice view."

The young guard murmured softly as he watched the carriage disappear into the distance.

The captain of the guard standing next to him saw his brother looking so pathetic.

Snapped--

Then she raised her hand and slapped him on the head.

"Look at the state you're in!"

"Never seen a woman before?"

However, he also glanced curiously at the departing carriage. He hadn't seen anything, and he was curious about just how beautiful this woman was, that she could have captivated his brothers like this.

And in that departing carriage.

A woman with fiery red hair slightly pulled her long robe closed, her delicate face radiating tranquility and elegance.

She didn't intentionally seduce the guard; it was just that the divine power of Raholo emanating from her body was irresistibly attractive.

She believed this was the people's natural worship of the Lord of Light, and that she was simply helping them to better understand God.

Melisandre then slightly lifted the carriage curtain, her alluring and nonchalant red eyes glancing behind her.

"but."

"A city without walls is truly amazing."

Andalus has no walls.

Looking down from the sky, the entire city can be seen clustered around the small hill where the central castle is located. Countless avenues radiate outwards, forming a complex network, which is the urban planning of Andalus.

All the taverns, inns, brothels, blacksmith shops, and so on, are part of the city gathered beneath the castle.

Perhaps only Andalosburg is the real city, surrounded by villages outside the city.

For this reason, the castle was named after the place after it was built, rather than with a more symbolic name.

Andalus' full name is 'Andalus', not 'Andalus City', which represents this vast region.

"Viserys Targaryen III".

"The son of Aerys II Targaryen, the Mad King, and Rhaela Targaryen, who is said to be only a teenager at present."

"However, when he was still a child, he went to Braavos alone and, with the help of Braavos and the Martell family, created such a city."

The carriage curtains were lowered again, blocking out the light and plunging the interior back into darkness.

And in this darkness.

Melisandre's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

It was truly a miracle that an eight-year-old child could have the courage to do these things six years ago.

Viserys's secret mission to Braavos and his alliance with the Martell family have always been highly confidential matters.

Although it was common knowledge that Oberyn had been staying in Andalus, the Martell family outwardly severed ties with him, and Oberyn had not returned to Dorne for many years.

No one knows how Melisandre learned these secrets.

"One nation, one God, one king."

Accompanied by the sound of wheels outside the curtain, the woman in the red robe whispered softly.

Melisandre once caught a glimpse of Viserys amidst the flames. He was a handsome young man with delicate features and long, silver-gold hair, roasting a dragon egg.

Before this, she had not seen anything from the flames for a long time, so she concluded that this was a revelation from the Lord of Light.

Later, Melisandre traveled from an extremely distant place and learned about Viserys's specific actions along the way. Coupled with his indisputable noble lineage, this further solidified Melisandre's belief that Viserys was indeed the 'Child of Prophecy'.

"king..."

"Will you pull the 'Lightbringer' out of the flames?"

Then.

Gollum-

The sound of carriage wheels rang out.

The carriage carrying the woman in the red robe drove onto the cobblestone road leading to Andalosburg.

"stop!"

"who?"

The guards inside the castle stopped the carriage.

These are the most elite soldiers, so they are naturally not as easy to talk to as the guards outside the city.

Then.

Melisandre, the Red Woman and messenger of R'hllor, the Lord of Light, was then informed of her identity to Princess Renesas.

Chapter 143 False Gods and True Gods

Inside the castle's main hall.

Princess Rhaenys Targaryen sat on her high throne, wearing a well-fitting black velvet gown with the Targaryen family crest embroidered in gold thread on her left breast.

She had a delicate and beautiful face, black eyes like autumn water, and long, slightly wavy brown hair that hung down her back. On the top of her head was the queen's crown left by her grandmother, with a fiery red gemstone set in it.

This crown, which belongs to the queen, was originally meant for women to wear. Viserys could wear it when he was young, but now that he has grown up, it is no longer suitable for him.

So Viserys left the crown in the castle and melted down some gold to recast a crown that was his own.

now.

Renis sat on the throne in the great hall, her hands resting on the armrests, looking down at the red-robed witch who was kneeling on the ground and then slowly rising, and then spoke.

"Your name is Melisandre?"

The girl's clear voice echoed in the empty hall.

"Just as Her Highness the Eldest Princess said."

The red-robed witch stood below the hall, her voice slightly muffled and hoarse, but calm and composed as she responded.

The attitude was neither humble nor arrogant.

"You are... the messenger of the Red God?"

Renis sat on the throne, the ruby ​​on her forehead gleaming in the sunlight on either side of the hall, and then continued to ask questions.

"My status is lowly, and I dare not presume to call myself an emissary of the King of Light. However, this journey is precisely to spread the glory of the true God."

Melisandre answered Renis's questions fluently, without the slightest hesitation or loophole, as if she had prepared a plan in advance.

She denied being the messenger of the King of Light, saying only that her status was too lowly to be called a messenger of God.

Since Viserys once called herself the messenger of the Seven Gods, if she were to claim herself as the messenger of the Lord of Light, their status would, to some extent, become equal.

Melisandre only said that she came to spread the faith of the Lord of Light.

"this..."

Upon hearing the other party's reply, Renis frowned slightly.

In fact, there are many believers of the King of Light on the continent of Essos, and red-robed monks can often be seen in various cities.

They traveled far and wide spreading the faith of the Lord of Light, building red temples, and buying slave children or adopting abandoned orphans to become their monks, temple prostitutes, or warriors.

For centuries, they have been relatively restrained and tolerant, rarely clashing with local sects. As a result, they have been able to tolerate the red monks preaching in many parts of Essos.

Even in Westeros, in Oldtown, the stronghold of the Seven's faith, there is a small red temple.

Renis had also seen red-robed monks preaching in Andalus, but there was no red temple there yet.

"Melissandra, don't you know that my uncle is the messenger of the Seven?"

Renis frowned slightly for a moment before asking again.

This time, she didn't joke around. Her delicate face was serious because she always felt a strange pressure when facing this red-robed witch.

And this matter is of utmost importance.

"The glory of a false god can never compare to that of a true god."

Melisandre answered Renis's question without hesitation.

"How dare you!"

The guards standing on both sides of the hall were Andal warriors who had been with Viserys from the very beginning. They were naturally furious when they heard the Red Priestess dare to spout such nonsense and insult the Seven Gods as false gods.

Seated next to Renis, her teacher, Maester Gunther, frowned, then turned to look at the girl sitting on the throne.

He felt this was extremely disrespectful, and that Renis should punish her on behalf of Viserys, dragging the woman out and whipping her before banishing her from Andalus.

Because this guest was a red-robed witch, and the subject was occultism, the castle's magic and occult advisor, Miri, naturally came to the scene and sat down next to the scholar.

However, she worshipped the High Shepherd and not the Seven Gods, so she didn't care about Melisandre's words.

only...

Mimi clenched her fists tightly, her gaze toward Melisandre carrying a hint of danger and scrutiny.

If this red witch wants to join Andalus, it will inevitably affect her own status.

Even though Renis was good-natured, she frowned upon hearing Melisandre's words, though her reaction was not as intense as the guards' and maester's; she simply waved her hand to stop the guards' actions.

Then the girl looked at the red-robed witch with her beautiful eyes and spoke earnestly.

Melisandre.

“I need to correct you. The Lord of Light is a true god, and so are the Seven Gods.”

"If you make the same mistake again, you'll probably need to find a samurai to take your place in a trial by combat."

Renis looked at the red-robed witch and warned her.