Chapter 302: Farewell

Melisandre, who hadn't appeared in Viserys' sight for a long time, had been very busy recently.

This woman, hailing from distant Asshai, had traveled thousands of miles to the Free Cities for a purpose.

Recently, her flurry of activities was naturally related to the collapsing Wall in Westeros, the traces of the White Walkers, and the human alliance.

Simply put, she believed that the one who would ultimately defeat the White Walkers would be Viserys.

That's why she firmly stood by the side of the true king.

However, Melisandre understood Viserys' temperament. Although she wished to persuade Viserys to join the human alliance against the White Walkers, she wouldn't do so.

After all, she wasn't Viserys' great-uncle, Maester Aemon, an elder whom Viserys respected.

What he could say, Melisandre couldn't, even though both stood from the perspective of righteousness, ignoring personal honor and disgrace.

This righteousness was for the true good of all mankind.

However... Viserys was a very pragmatic person.

Forget hatred, why should he?

He didn't want Westeros to become a ghost town, but helping Robert was absolutely impossible.

Robert Baratheon had sent assassins to kill Viserys countless times, his mother Rhaella died because of this, Viserys certainly wouldn't forget easily.

Unless Robert took off his crown, knelt down and surrendered, peacefully transferring power, but Viserys knew this was impossible for Robert's fiery temper.

Clang, clang—

In the garden below the palace, the sound of metal clashing was incessant.

Viserys and Melisandre were walking and talking in the long corridor above, while two boys in leather armor were practicing swordsmanship below.

One had silver hair and violet eyes, handsome in appearance.

The other boy had black hair and blue eyes, slightly taller.

The silver-haired boy's attack was sharp, clearly having received strict training, every move was precise.

The black-haired boy, on the other hand, was constantly on the defensive, and his swordsmanship was more practical, wide and open.

"He should use a hammer, just like his father."

Viserys, with his sharp eyes, commented.

If there were still titles like the best swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms, Viserys would undoubtedly deserve it.

He had completely transcended humanity, becoming a special existence between gods and mortals.

Gendry, having witnessed his master push a living person into the furnace for a blood sacrifice to forge a sword, gave up being a blacksmith and instead became a regular guard in the castle.

No one knew his true identity, not even himself.

This time, coming from Andalos to Pentos, he was merely selected to accompany the main force.

Since Gendry was the youngest among the guards, Aegon naturally approached him, and the two boys of the same age naturally became friends.

"This child has the blood of a king."

Viserys and Melisandre stood on the edge of the corridor, watching the fight below, then the red-haired woman spoke.

Viserys could see every move clearly, and Melisandre's eyes were equally sharp, but what she saw was different from Viserys.

"Oh?"

The silver-haired young man raised an eyebrow at the words of the red-robed witch.

"Are you talking about Aegon?"

He thought Melisandre was talking about Aegon's identity, could this Aegon really be his elder brother Rhaegar's son?

Dragon dreams often carry important revelations, Viserys had dreamed of Balerion's birth, but as for

Aegon's existence, Viserys hadn't dreamed of it yet.

"No."

Melisandre paused for a moment, then shook her head slightly.

"I'm talking about the black-haired boy, Your Grace."

"Gendry?"

Viserys finally realized.

Gendry had been in Andalos with his master, Tobho Mott, for a long time, so much so that Viserys hadn't reacted just now. Now that he thought about it, Gendry truly was of royal blood.

Viserys didn't know how the witches discerned 'king's blood'.

In his impression, the illegitimate children of kings, the son of Mance Rayder, even the son of a horse king, were all considered 'royal bloodline'.

If a village chief declared himself a king, would his son count as king's blood?

If so, wouldn't king's blood be mass-produced?

A strange thought suddenly crossed Viserys' mind.

Melisandre, of course, didn't know what strange thoughts were going through the seemingly serious king's mind. She was here today to bid farewell to Viserys.

She was about to leave the continent of Essos and head to Westeros, to scout the way for the true king.

Because she sensed that the power of the Cold God had crossed the Wall and was invading the whole world.

The magic barrier that blocked the cold had collapsed. If the power of the Cold God completely crossed the Wall and the cold wind swept across Westeros,

The whole world, including Dorne, and even the continent of Essos, would fall into an endless night and bone-chilling cold.

Humanity would be extinct, and all things would wither.

"This is an era of the return of magical tides."

Melisandre warned solemnly.

Although Arianne often felt wary of this woman, Melisandre was not a woman who relied on selling her body.

When her expression became serious, it would inevitably inspire awe.

"From the dawn of the era, the Children of the Forest had already begun to be active on the land of Westeros."

Magic had appeared even earlier, and the First Men began to fight with the Children of the Forest.

And the tide of magic reached its peak during the Age of Heroes, when the Long Night covered the world, and many heroes awakened among humans all over the world.

Legend has it that some of them killed evil gods, some defeated terrible enemies and saved the world, some built the magnificent Wall with magic.

Melisandre believed this could very well be another era when the tide of magic reached its peak.

Because in the last such era, the traces of the White Walkers began to appear, and the same is true this time.

The power of magic is emerging more and more, dragons, White Walkers, the horn that broke the Wall, the Heart of Fallen Stars from the sky, the dense fog covering the ruins of Valyria is said to have become denser, even constantly rolling outwards, actively swallowing some passing ships.

All legends have been confirmed as true, and more mysterious powers may appear in the future.

Before leaving, Melisandre warned Viserys to be careful of witches like her.

The increasing power of magic might lead some to use witchcraft against him, after all, Viserys had offended too many people.

Viserys nodded slightly, he took Melisandre's warning to heart.

And a few days later.

Woo—

From the direction of the port of Pentos came the melodious sound of a horn.