Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 121 Holy Fire
It is said that the assassin who could perform magic tricks once again before his execution, hoping to escape the crime by using this strange face-changing trick, in an attempt to make the morning trial unfair and challenge the majesty of the law. It is said that this matter reached the ears of His Majesty, and for the sake of criminal justice, the trial was notarized by twelve notaries of the highest standard and a second trial was held.

Among them was even the legendary iron guard "Barristan the Fearless" in the ballad. This old knight testified that the wounds on the assassin's body were exactly the same as the places he attacked, and condemned the shameless means of this evildoer who challenged the dignity of the law.

But this brought up other problems.

Compared to the assassin prisoner who sounded a bit inexplicable, people were more shocked that "Barristan the Fearless" appeared on Dragonstone and became the iron guard of the Dragon King Viserys - they couldn't tell him apart, and he eliminated an assassin who sneaked into the castle for the Dragon King.

This trial was overshadowed by the appearance of Barristan.

But the assassin was still beheaded. According to the law, his crime was pronounced, and an Unsullied executioner cut off his head. Although he was an assassin, his body would remain at the execution ground for a day and a night according to the law, waiting for his relatives and friends to collect his body. If no one came to collect his body for a day and a night, his body would be disposed of by the gravedigger according to the law, and because his name was unknown, it would be buried in an unknown grave.

On that day, the priest of R'hllor, who had been appearing on Dragonstone from time to time, left Dragonstone by boat. In the late night of that day, a new ship arrived at the port, and a beautiful woman wrapped tightly got off the ship accompanied by two silent guards, entered Dragonstone, and entered the castle through the checkpoint on the mountain road up the town in the dark, and lived in the middle floor of the right rear tower of the main castle near the back mountain.

Soon, the woman was quietly summoned to the Regent Princess' bedroom behind the main hall on the second floor, where she met with the king in secret.

This process may sound strange, but it is the truth.

Viserys and the woman were the only ones in the room. He asked, "Since you have accepted my offer, Lady Fremy, please tell me clearly who you are and where you came from."

She was wearing a pink dress prepared in the tower with long lace sleeves. If it weren't for her nature, people would think she was elegant, slim, beautiful, and inexplicably holy and pure. Anyone who didn't know the truth would be deceived by her appearance. Once your eyes stop on her, it's hard to look away.

But Viserys knew the truth, this woman was dangerous.

“Your Majesty,” she answered devoutly, “I am one of the nine priests of the Great Temple of Lys. Fremi is my name. But these things are essentially meaningless. We are all tools of R’hllor, and we exist for only one purpose: to stop the darkness.

The reason why I can find you is because of Moqorro - he is the priest sent by Benero, the supreme priest of the Temple of the Lord of Light, to find you. Under the guidance of the Lord of Light, he waited for you and Her Majesty Daenerys at the Lord of Tyrosh. After Moqorro came into contact with Her Majesty Daenerys, fate became unpredictable and the direction of the holy fire became unclear and difficult to interpret.

At that time, we didn't understand that the person the Lord of Light was actually guiding us to find was you.

We held a ceremony in the Great Temple of Lys, and the Holy Fire chose me among the many acolytes. So I followed R'hllor's guidance and brought his gift across the Summer Sea to find you.

But I misread the Holy Fire at that time, thinking that the Lord of Light asked me to find Her Highness Daenerys. The necklace you took from me was a magical tool given to me by the Patriarch when I became a high priest. I mistakenly thought it was a gift from God, until you took it away, I knew it was a shackle. The Holy Fire given by the Lord of Light is in my body, but I have always relied on external things.

Your Majesty, please accept your mission and become the prince foretold.

You transformed from a human into a dragon at sea, raining down flames to burn the ships, and you are destined to be reborn in the land of smoke and salt.

Awaken the dragon in stone, and you are the three-headed dragon, and the Lightbringer is the flaming sword in your mouth.

No matter the legends of Targaryen or the prophecies in the ancient books of Asshai, all prophecies will come true in you!

I prayed every day these days, and the holy fire became stronger and stronger. I finally understood that I was the fireflyer who gave you the holy fire from R'hllor. This is my mission.

Please accept the holy fire in me, the gift of R'hllor, so that your messenger of light will burn brighter and lead the world out of darkness."

She spoke excitedly, her red eyes looking at Viserys expectantly.

Viserys felt a toothache. "How do I accept it?"

Fremi took a step forward, knelt on her knees and pulled open the collar of her dress without saying anything, revealing her fair skin and fullness, and opened her chest to Viserys without reservation. But this scene did not make Viserys feel that it was springtime, because there was a faint red flame swaying and burning under her fair skin. She prayed: "The holy fire in me, the prince of the prophecy, please accept it."

Viserys thought she was mad. "You bared your chest so I could kill you as Azor Ahai did to Nissa Nissa, by slamming the man you thought was the Lightbringer into your still-beating heart?"

"Yes, this must be the right way," she confirmed.

"." Viserys covered his face speechlessly, thinking that the decision to let her into the castle was a mistake, "What if this is not the right way?"

"I am the daughter of the Patriarch, a firewalker who has remained pure in order to receive the gift of God." She stared at him with strange, blood-red eyes. "Now that the power of God has been bestowed upon me, you can try any method on me to receive this gift. You can do anything you need to do to me."

Viserys wanted to ask something else, but the hidden meaning behind her words shocked Viserys, and he could not ask any more: "Goddean! Come, take her back to her room, and let the person who was in charge of her before watch her. She is not allowed to take a single step without my order."

The captain of the guards outside the door responded.

The fanatical cultist sighed, she covered her messy clothes with her body, stepped away slightly, and slowly stood up: "The hero insisted on escaping his fate, and lost himself in darkness and chaos."

Viserys shook his head. "You are mistaken. I am not the hero you claim I am."

After the cultists were taken away, Viserys reluctantly got up and went back upstairs. When he saw Daenerys, the first thing he said was: "The situation is more serious than we thought."

He had deliberately kept Daenerys away from the scene, thinking that this way he could boldly test the Red God Priest's intentions, but he didn't expect the other party to be so honest.

"What's wrong?" "Her god planted a flame in her body, and she firmly believed that if she passed the flame to me through prophecy, I would be able to completely meet all the conditions of the prophecy. This is too scary. I can't imagine if I accept the flame, and the person who controls this body later is me, or a so-called hero named Azor Ahai."

The fire on the cultist was most likely the magic of a true god. Even the magical curse of the Dragonbinder made Viserys terrified. Now here came a "gift" from R'hllor, one of the possible true gods of this world.

In order to deliver this gift, the Red God had specially chosen a pure and beautiful carrier. Viserys didn't even want to touch her, let alone have anything happen with her. He could clearly see the flames swaying under her skin, and he might be entangled by the flames if he touched her lightly.

According to Fremi, R'hllor discovered Viserys before he went to Tyrosh, and the red comet had not appeared yet. If you think about it carefully, the White Walkers, who represent the power of the cold god, appeared outside the Wall before Eddard Stark went south. R'hllor, who is also a true god, certainly did not revive his power after the red comet appeared. Think about it again, the patched face who can predict, the faceless man of the House of Black and White, the witch who can do black magic, and the mysterious existence that controls Daenerys' dreams, these things related to mysterious magic have never been cut off in this world.
Fremy was undoubtedly a dangerous person. But Viserys kept her anyway, he thought. In a sense, could it be said that he already had a Nissa Nissa, and now he just needed to find an Azor Ahai, and have that person plunge the heroic red sword into her chest to fulfill the prophecy?

Daenerys stepped forward and took his hand, "Since she is so dangerous, should we stay away from her and send her back to Lys?"

"We are in the center of the vortex, and many things are unavoidable."

"If only I could help you with that," Daenerys said.

"You don't have to think so. We have come this far together." Viserys changed the subject. "By the way, do you remember what she said when she cast a spell on the assassin today? She called the assassin a 'servant of a false god, a tormentor of an alien god.' The Thousand-Faced God is a false god in her eyes, but she did not deny his power. There is also the 'alien god'. There is only one alien god in her mouth, and that is the other side of their so-called war. I wanted to ask her about this, but what she said made me feel that it is very dangerous to continue communicating with her."

Dany had no idea what to do, so she simply changed the subject. "Speaking of things you find dangerous, Shireen Baratheon approached me for the second time today, wanting to rescue her friend Patchface or meet him."

Viserys replied, "She has bannermen and knights with her this time. Someone must have taught her something. Let me hear it and see if it's convincing."

Daenerys relayed to her: "She said, 'Your Majesty the Dragon King is a wise king. He can be so kind to his enemies on the battlefield. Why would he make things difficult for an ordinary jester? Patchface is just a fool who can sing strange songs. If Your Majesty thinks he is noisy, you can put away his clanking stag horn helmet.'"

"She flatters me, and then she reasons with me. It's like a child's talk. She has a good adviser," Viserys said. "I will summon her myself tomorrow."

Compared to the priests of the Red God, Patchface might not be as dangerous as imagined.

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Shireen nervously shrank her hands, but still stood firmly straight. She stood opposite the table hall and looked at the king sitting on the main seat.

She had previously watched from afar in the audience seats. This was the first time she had communicated with the king face to face alone. The king was kinder and gentler than she had seen when she was observing the government.

"Sit down," Viserys asked her. "Why did you insist on rescuing your Fool and not your bannermen, your knights, like the Onion Knight, and your uncle? You didn't want to rescue them?"

"They..." The girl sat down carefully, a little reserved. She didn't seem to have thought about this question, and asked based on her innocent intuition, "Aren't they doing well now?"

Viserys looked at the girl. She had blue eyes, a square chin, and big ears inherited from the Florent family. She looked melancholy. Greyscale had caused the skin on her left face and most of her neck to be covered with gray-black dead skin. It was hard to say that she was a pretty girl, but she was kind and lovely. However, Viserys hoped that she could take on the responsibility of the Stormlands.

"No. They are my prisoners now. Whether they are good or bad is entirely up to me," Viserys said. "I have waited for you to come to me for help. To free your bannermen and knights. They surrendered at your behest. You are their future lord, Shireen Baratheon, and they will obey your commands and fight for you. How old are you now?"

"I'm ten years old."

"Ten years old. Sorry," Viserys sighed. "Alas, this is the age for play, fun, and carefreeness. This is my vision of being a king. The adults do their jobs, and the children can play freely and grow up without worries. Alas, war. Shireen Baratheon, I will release your fool. You and Edric are both children. Let him play with you in Aegon's Garden and bring more joy to the castle. I am too impatient. You are not ready to be a lord yet. Well, go back, Patchface will be out soon."

The girl hesitated: "I"

Viserys looked at her expectantly, "Do you have anything else to say?"

She shook her head: "No more."

Viserys gave her a kind smile, "Very well, go back and have fun."

The girl saved the Fool, but she couldn't be happy. When she went down to the hall, she heard the sound of the surrendered soldiers coming out to the parade ground, and she felt a little upset.

Onion Knight Davos saw her and approached her within the activity area. Seeing that she was a little unhappy, he hurriedly greeted her: "Princess Shireen, are you okay?"

Shireen saw him and came closer. "Ser Davos."

"." Davos was still not used to Shireen calling him that, so he just asked, "Your Majesty the Dragon King still hasn't agreed?"

Xilin hurriedly explained: "No, His Majesty agreed."

The Onion Knight asked curiously, "Then why are you unhappy?"

"Ser Davos, what can I do to be a good lord?"

If it is a galgame, accepting the holy fire from the Red God Priest here can directly pass the level to a bad ending.

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(End of this chapter)