Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 239 Aemon: "My son is born with superhuman strength."

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty……"

Diana and Grey Worm rushed over, and happily bowed respectfully.

"No need to stand on ceremony."

Imon smiled, stepped onto the stairs, and instructed Gaimon, "Take your uncles and aunts to wash up and change."

"Yes, father!"

Gaimon took it very seriously.

Without his tagalong, Eamon went to Johanna's room.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

He raised his hand to knock on the door, and a soft, charming voice immediately came from inside.

"come in."

Squeak!

The scene that appeared when the door was pushed open was a pleasant surprise.

Johanna, dressed in a soft black lace dress, sat gracefully on a cashmere rug with a long low table, her slender white fingers holding a quill pen, her eyes lowered as she worked diligently.

A blend of intellect and allure, every move exudes a languid and elegant charm.

"Busy?"

Imon leaned against the doorframe, his eyes scrutinizing him.

This woman is really bad.

I can't be sure if they knew I was coming and deliberately showed this side of themselves.

"Come in."

Johanna raised her head, her beautiful face still radiant, and her seemingly ordinary words carried a certain implication.

Imon's eyelids twitched, and he stepped inside.

A bad woman possesses an inner allure, unfathomable and deeply hidden...

"Perfect timing, there's a letter for you."

Johanna put down her quill, her fingertips lightly brushing against her bare, white ankles beneath the black tulle of her skirt, until she found a letter.

"who?"

"The king's raven only flew in from Dragonstone this morning."

Johanna's voice was soft.

Amon said "Oh" and thoughtfully opened the letter.

Not much content.

The black wild dragon "Fire Eater" suddenly disappeared. Lana and Aunt Renis searched for two days and confirmed that it was not on Dragonstone.

According to the scholar's calculations, it is suspected that it fled its den for refuge after being seriously injured.

"In that case, Ono Ryu is very intelligent."

Imon was surprised.

The wild dragon "Fire Eater" is most likely a descendant of the Glutton, inheriting the brutality and greed of its predecessor.

Shortly after its birth, it began stealing dragon eggs and hunting its own brothers.

That's right, the wild dragon "Uragas" is also a descendant of the Glutton.

Dragon tamers climbed up to the wild dragon's nest in the crater of Dragon Mountain and found fragments of two hatched dragon eggs in the same nest.

One black and one red, perfectly corresponding to "Fire Eater" and "Uragas".

In addition, a dragon lays 3 to 5 eggs each time, usually no less than 3.

No other dragon eggs or fragments were found in the wild dragon's lair, suggesting they were eaten as snacks by hungry fire-devourers.

After eating its unhatched siblings, it sets its sights on the siblings that hatched at the same time.

"With such severe injuries, where could you possibly fly to?"

Amon stroked his chin.

Dragons are territorial creatures and, barring unforeseen circumstances, usually only move within their habitat.

There are very few dragons that yearn for freedom and actively fly outwards.

The Fire Eater was hit by three arrows, with the wound on its neck being the most severe; it might even die.

"At least the young dragons on Dragonstone won't be harmed anytime soon."

Imon relaxed and stopped dwelling on the issue.

It's not too late to hunt down the Fire Eaters when they reappear.

Not showing their faces means they died somewhere or migrated to a place far away from Dragonstone.

In any case, the result is acceptable.

If the Fire Eater doesn't die, it might fly somewhere and lay a few nests of dragon eggs to hatch, just like the Glutton. That would be a good outcome.

After all, dragon-eating species are rare exceptions, with an extremely low probability of occurrence.

For dragon-eating species like the Fire Eater, whose bloodline is inherited, the odds are even lower than winning the lottery.

Without growing up, it will always remain a wild dragon to be trampled upon.

"I've had a dinner party prepared, aren't you going to tidy it up?"

Johanna rested her chin on her hand, gazing into Eamon's eyes with expressive eyes.

Imon shuddered and said hastily, "I'll go right now."

After saying that, he quickly slipped out the door.

There is no bad farming field, only exhausted cattle.

Even with physical abilities several times stronger than the average person, they couldn't withstand the abuse of being fed and taken away.

Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend...

"Giggle~~"

Johanna covered her mouth and chuckled.

We're having a big meal tonight!

……

at dinner.

When Aemon arrived, everyone else had already arrived.

"Father, sit down."

Gaimon jumped off the chair, grabbed a chair with both hands, held it above his head, and placed it diagonally across the table.

"Why!?"

Aegon, who was feeling utterly bored, sat up abruptly, nearly popping his eyes out.

A solid wood chair weighing over ten kilograms, can a 5-year-old just lift it up and run with it?

Imond opened his mouth wide enough to fit a whole sausage inside.

"Stop looking, let's eat."

Imon, unfazed, gestured for everyone to start using their utensils.

My son is born with superhuman strength!

"Yes, father."

Gaimon put down his chair and sat down between his father and mother.

He doesn't feel strange about his great strength at all.

My father once said that he was a born warrior.

With an unbreakable thick skin and an inexhaustible physique, no one can defeat him on the front lines.

"Don't show off, Gaimon."

Johanna held the silver fork, her gentle gaze carrying a hint of fright.

Gaimeng straightened his back and bent over, then buried his head in his food and ate voraciously.

Father is right, Mother is a thoroughly bad woman.

You can't afford to offend these kinds of wicked women; they'll poison your food.

“My son is intelligent.”

Imon laughed heartily.

He never imagined that a child would inherit his talent.

Although these talents originate from the [Magic Essence Panel].

From the age of three, Gaimon successively demonstrated the effects of being "strong and robust" and "as hard as a rock," like a little superhero.

That is, it ended up in Johanna's belly.

Even if we disregard Renny and Lannar, if Jenny and Jansvet had a child like this, a large number of nobles would secretly flock to them even before the child came of age.

"Chew, chew, chew."

Gaimon eats very elegantly, but he is quite fast at picking up food and chewing.

Hearing her father's laughter, she couldn't help but observe him quietly.

"It's nothing, I'm just happy."

Amon stroked his black-haired clone's alternate account.

Differences in appearance, surname, and talent mean this little guy can only stay in Myr and it's inconvenient for him to return to Westeros.

Let's wait another two years.

As children get a little older, they have a more direct understanding of blood ties and family bonds.

Johanna watched quietly, a beautiful smile curving her lips.

She is not worried about her son's future.

Aemon did not accept the Andals' belief in the Seven Gods and acted in the manner of the dragon kings of ancient Valyria.

The Dragon King's family practiced polygamy, having multiple wives and concubines.

Aside from heirs, attitudes toward legitimate children and illegitimate children are almost identical.

Besides, Gaimon is not an illegitimate child, so he doesn't need to worry about being looked down upon by the world.

If anyone doesn't want their eyes anymore, then let's wait until Gaim is able to pick up the sword and have a sacred duel witnessed by the gods.

You're amazing if you can win.

"Chew, chew, chew."

The father and son were focused on eating, their serious expressions mirroring each other.

Johanna's smile deepened, as if she had returned to her days in Runestone City.

We raised one little glutton, and now we have another one.

On the other side of the dining table.

Aegon looked around, kicked Aymond on the table, and sneered, "I bet Little Swan could knock you out with one punch." Aymond, annoyed, seriously retorted, "He's his cousin's son, a true dragon."

"Come on."

Aegon pursed his lips and muttered under his breath, "I've never seen a black dragon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Imond's face turned ugly.

Sensitive to the touch, he thought of the Fire Eater who had almost killed him.

Yi Gengtian, shameless as ever, held the fork in his hand, swaying it left and right, laughing smugly to himself.

It's really fun to tease the little brother occasionally.

"Aegon, I have a task for you!"

Aemon's voice broke through his self-absorption.

"W-what?"

Aegon paused for a moment, not quite hearing clearly.

Aemon was very patient and repeated, "There's a task that I can't do without you."

Aegon had a bad feeling and questioned, "When you came, you didn't say there was anything else."

Imond turned his face away.

Of course not, you were drunk and were thrown onto the dragon's back.

"The remnants of the Three Kingdoms have made a comeback, with Ironborn and Dornish forces behind them, causing considerable unrest in the disputed lands."

With an unyielding tone, Imon said solemnly, "You will ride the Sunfire and assist the Mil Navy in patrolling the Stone Steps Islands."

"why me?"

Aegon, reluctantly pointing at Helena who was taking small bites of food, said indignantly, "Helena is also a dragon rider, and her dragon is bigger than Sunfire."

Upon hearing this, Helena deftly put down her cutlery, her purple eyes revealing a hint of confusion.

"you sure?"

Aemon glanced at Aegon.

"this and that……"

Aegon's heart skipped a beat, and he stammered, unable to utter a word.

Suddenly I'm not so sure anymore.

"That means you agreed."

Aemon remained calm as he explained the details: "It won't be long. We might encounter a small group of pirates causing trouble. No matter how tough or tiring it is, you must persevere."

At this moment, the aura of a king who has reigned supreme for so long is revealed, making it difficult for anyone to cross this invisible chasm.

Aegon immediately deflated: "Yes, I understand."

"It's not about knowing, but about having a clear goal: to get things done well."

Aemon’s voice deepened slightly.

"Yes!"

Aegon became completely obedient.

Imond watched from the side, feeling incredibly relieved, and casually picked up his wine glass and took a big gulp.

"Cough cough..."

The drink went down my throat and I immediately choked, coughing up tears.

Imond doesn't drink alcohol.

"You two also have a mission."

Imon changed the subject, turning his attention to Helena and Imon.

"The two of us?"

Imond looked surprised and pointed to himself.

And then there's... a bewildered Helena.

Helena glanced down at the half-eaten grilled meat, feeling her half-full stomach, and hesitated whether to finish it.

My cousin's family's food is awful.

They had to work before they were even full.

"Give you two choices."

Aemon's heart had long since turned black, and he didn't care. He said, "Either I trade with Aegon for patrolling the Stepstone Islands, or the lands of Myr."

"I choose Mil-Land!"

Aegon quickly raised his hand.

It's great to be in Milton; it's safe and you don't have to travel far. You can just find a brothel and paddle across.

"You have no choice."

Immon refused outright.

What's the difference between leaving Aegon in Myre and a mouse falling into a rice bin?
"Then let's..."

Imond hesitated for a moment, then looked at his sister questioningly as he spoke.

Imon gave them plenty of time.

The purpose of this trip to Mil was to train the three siblings' personal qualities.

No matter how unruly Aegon's personality is, he always has a glare to hold him back.

He's quite bold, but he just likes to slack off.

In comparison, he values Helena and Imond more.

Both siblings suffer from serious psychological problems.

Aegon's willingness to go to war is like writing only one solution to the difficult part of a test paper—at least he can get a minimum score.

It's okay to have a low score, but it's worrying if someone submits a blank paper.

such as,

"I can not go."

Helena frowned slightly.

"why?"

Imon was patient.

Helena hesitated for a moment, but then said decisively, "I won't go to the battlefield and ride a dragon to burn people."

She had never imagined these things.

"elder sister."

Imond was taken aback.

How can we not use a dragon if we have one?

Imon asked a more pointed question: "You've tamed the Dreamfire, and now your family needs you to harness its power. Are you going to refuse?"

"No!"

Helena shook her head again: "The family includes you, Aegon, and many more."

"So you can shirk responsibility?"

Imon's expression turned serious.

Helena was caught off guard by the question and stammered, "No, I didn't want to..."

"The pirates of the Three Women Kingdom have threatened the family's rule. Personal will is no longer important. You must ride a dragon to join the battle."

Imon pressed on relentlessly.

"..."

Helena's face scrunched up, her mind filled with hesitation.

“Emon, Helena is a girl, and Mother says women need protection.”

Unexpectedly, before Aegon, who cared most about Helena, could speak, Aegon, who always loved to bully others, spoke first.

Do you think she needs protection?

Imon kept his eyes straight ahead.

Aegon's composure lasted only three seconds before he made up a flimsy excuse: "She's never been on the battlefield, she's not a man, and she's received knightly training..."

"If she can't protect herself, who can?"

Aemon interrupted him abruptly, posing a profound question.

Egon was speechless.

"uh-huh?"

Imon looked unwell, his gaze shifting back and forth between the three siblings.

It would be a joke if a dragon rider needed protection.

Moreover, he was riding a huge, nearly 100-year-old adult dragon.
Even if Dreamfire's strength is underestimated, it is no weaker than the direct descendants of "Red Queen" Melias and "Bloodworm" Coraksh.

Helena, who wields the Dream Flame, has risen to become one of the strongest individuals in the world.

"Gulu~~"

Imond swallowed hard, tugged at Helena's sleeve, and said in a tone that was both urging and encouraging, "Sister."

Helena had no choice but to comply. She clenched her fists in front of her chest and gritted her teeth: "Fine, I'll ride Dreamfire there."

His whole body was trembling as he said those words.

She was extremely nervous.

"Relax, this is something every dragon rider has to go through."

Aemon noticed her psychological issues and softened his tone: "You are a dragon rider, so you must learn what protection is and not let your dragon down."

"Ah."

Helena's mind was in a daze, she couldn't hear anything, and just kept nodding.

“Imond, you stay close to her.”

Aemon did not soften his stance, but instead placed the burden on Aemon.

Seeing his sister's frail state, Imond felt a surge of determination and nodded firmly, "Leave it to me."

"Well done, you didn't embarrass yourself."

Imon couldn't help but chuckle.

What worried him most was Imond.

This kid has bad luck, but he's incredibly bold.

The original world dared to tame Vaghar, who had just lost his tamer; now he dares to venture alone into the dragon's lair and the dragon mountain.

For the dragon, they would even give up their lives.

If sent to the battlefield, he might get carried away and kill himself.