chapter 17:Targaryen's castle

At night, Viltz lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, when he opened them again, he found himself in the familiar star sea.

As he took in his surroundings, he sensed a few vague auras around him.

As he concentrated on perceiving the various auras, one of them seemed familiar to him.

Focusing on this aura, his consciousness was drawn to a distant place.

When he regained his vision, the first thing he saw was a magnificent red castle standing before him.

Decorating the castle were huge statues of roaring dragons.

Three dragons flew over the sky around the castle, intertwining in a beautiful dance that would captivate anyone who saw it for the first time.

As Viltz watched the dazzling scene, the dragons rose up into the clouds, moving out of sight.

Shaking his head in disappointment, he walked toward the castle.

As he wandered around the outskirts of the castle, he suddenly saw drops of water splashing on the ground in front of him.

Looking up, he found a naked young man standing at the window while masturbating.

As he jerked his member, droplets of baby-making liquid flew everywhere, carried by the wind breeze.

"Ffffffffffuck! Shit! Why do i always come across this kind of fucking scene!"

As he cursed, Viltz ran away from the scene.

Entering the castle, Viltz made his way to one of the places he was most interested in, the throne room.

There stood a gigantic throne made of countless swords linked together guarded by two royal guards dressed in black and red.

This was none other than the famous iron throne.

Unlike the small throne shown in the series, which was small and should not be formed by more than 100 swords, this throne in front of him was much larger and majestic.

According to the books, King Aegon 1 had the throne forged at the beginning of his reign using the swords of his defeated enemies, which took 59 days of hard work and the fire of Balerion the Black Dread to unite a thousand swords in the form of a majestic but intimidating throne.

Viltz climbed the stairs made of melted swords and pretended to sit on the throne.

Although he had no body and would not be able to feel what it was like to sit on it, he still enjoyed the moment, as a fan of the books and the series, he felt as if he had realized one of his fantasies.

"It is decided, i too plan to create my own iron throne, i will challenge many enemies and when i defeat them i will take their swords and melt them to form my own throne, although i will only melt the special swords, ordinary swords are of no use to me.

Who knows, maybe i'll end up creating something like a cursed throne or something.

Although my swordsmanship skills are mediocre at best.

Hmmm, the sword I have in my room is just collecting dust, i should use it to practice, and to further improve my techniques i will look for a knight to teach me on Saturday afternoons.

I wish i could learn from a witcher but right now there aren't many left and i don't think they would agree to stay in town that long just to teach me."

Snapping out of his thoughts, Viltz stepped down from the throne and approached an altar that held the massive skull of a dragon.

"Balerion, the black dread."

Viltz observed the skull for a while before losing interest, deciding to visit other parts of the castle.

Passing through the various corridors decorated with dragon skulls, he suddenly came upon a beautiful brown-haired woman standing next to her guard.

Viltz, with nothing better to do, decided to follow her.

After about five minutes of walking through different corridors and stairways, the woman stopped in front of a closed door.

Opening the door, she gestured to the guard to wait outside and then entered, closing the door behind her.

Entering the room, the first thing Viltz noticed was a scrawny old man lying on a large bed decorated with dragon carvings.

The woman sat down next to the old man and began to speak to him.

The old man, who a moment ago was resting peacefully, suddenly began to shake while opening and closing his mouth.

The woman, seeing the old man like this, suddenly panicked and opened the door in a hurry, speaking to the guard stationed outside the room.

The guard nodded and ran off somewhere.

The woman sat back down across from the old man, who had apparently calmed down a bit.

The old man began to babble something that the woman did not hear clearly.

Ducking her head, the woman put her ear to the man to hear him better.

After babbling for a while, the old man stopped moving completely.

The woman, seeing this, covered her mouth, with all kinds of emotions swirling in her eyes.

As Viltz watched the drama, his mind suddenly became agitated when a strong dizziness assaulted him.

When he regained consciousness,he was already back in his room.

"Sigh, it seems i can only use my special vision for five minutes at most."

Rubbing his temples, Viltzs lit a candle and began writing in his journal.

"Combining the two previous visions and my knowledge of the plot of Westeros, i can speculate that that world is in the period in which the events of 'The House of The Dragon' unfolded, though i still need to keep observing to be sure.

Finishing writing, Viltz put away his journal and went back to sleep.

The next morning, he rejoined his companions, who seemed full of energy.

"Good morning guys, did you sleep well last night too?"

"Yes, at first i thought i would have the same nightmare again but i only had a sweet dream in which i conquered the heart and body of a beautiful princess."

"That will only keep happening in your dreams, we are sorcerers, we can be royal advisors but not consort kings."

"Yes, sorceresses have it easier in that respect, with their charms it is easy for them to seduce some king foolish enough to fall in love with them."

Seeing his companions were discussing animatedly, Igor, who was quiet all the time, let out a sigh of relief when he saw that they showed no signs of having the same nightmare again.

Viltz, who was discreetly keeping an eye on Igor,immediately noticed his reaction.

"Heh, i wonder how he'll react when he realizes the horn is gone."

"Okay all of you, stop gossiping and sit down so i can start class."

Noticing their teacher's arrival,they all fell silent and sat down in their seats.