Chapter 131: An Unexpected Surprise No One Saw Coming

"Is this...?"

Viserys stood with the surrounding soldiers, staring blankly at the sky in front of Drogo's corpse.

The surrounding smoke had not yet fully dissipated, and everywhere there were charred bodies, shattered armor, wounded soldiers, and banners that were now only half their original size.

The devastation on the ground was in stark contrast to the brilliance of the sky.

"This means His Majesty has triumphed over the Dothraki!"

"This is a blessing from the Seven Gods."

People whispered in awe of the stunning celestial display.

At this moment, an Andal soldier spoke up softly, clearly trying to flatter Viserys.

However, his words were immediately rebutted by a Rhoynish soldier.

"You old bald man, stop spouting nonsense."

"We are now by the Mother River; this must be a blessing from the Rhoyne for His Majesty."

The two soldiers were arguing quietly, but it was evident they had a good relationship, and their banter was mostly playful.

"It's... it's so beautiful."

"It's like a red gem."

Another soldier standing beside Viserys couldn't help but murmur while looking at the sky.

Indeed, every place, every person, had their own interpretation of the red comet.

But making a wish upon the comet was something many people did instinctively, placing their hopes and expectations on the fleeting natural phenomenon.

Viserys' primary wish was, of course, to survive and live well. If he could go further, he naturally hoped to reclaim the Iron Throne, as he had promised his mother.

The soldiers' wishes were much more simple and unpretentious – promotions and wealth, just like how they saw a comet as a brilliant red gem.

Viserys looked at the comet overhead and suddenly felt a touch of inexplicable melancholy.

He couldn't pinpoint the origin of this emotion.

Was it because killing Drogo had finally changed his once-inescapable fate, or was it due to the uncertainty of the road ahead?

Although he couldn't recall the exact time, Viserys remembered that the red comet was supposed to appear after his sister Daenerys had grown up.

It also seemed to symbolize the return of magic.

As his advisor on magic and mysticism, Miss Mirri , had said, she sensed that magical powers were reviving.

However, the reality was that Daenerys was only six years old now, which was the cause of Viserys' confusion.

Had everything...

Come early?

The shift in the timeline had advanced events by seven or eight years, filling Viserys with an indescribable sense of dread.

This fear stemmed from the unknown, just as people have always been afraid of what they cannot see.

Darkness, demons, the future...

"It'll be okay."

Viserys sighed, patting the daydreaming soldier on the shoulder...

No.

The young king looked up at the sky again. The sun was setting, and the sky was growing darker.

This great battle had lasted from morning until dusk, and only now had the curtain finally fallen.

Viserys' good mood also gradually faded, returning to calmness. He then gestured for the soldiers to give Drogo a proper burial, as he was an opponent worthy of respect.

He ordered the guards to stay behind while he took a solitary walk towards the distance.

"Feeling down?"

Oberyn seemed to notice the young king's sudden change in mood.

He had also been looking up at the blood-red comet, but he hadn't seen anything particularly significant about it.

.

Then, the dark eyes turned to look at Viserys's retreating figure.

"Alright."

"I want to take a walk alone."

However, Viserys did not look back, simply waving his hand as a response to Oberyn, who was not far away.

"Fine...okay."

The middle-aged man spread his palms, his short, curly black hair tousled by the wind.

He did not know why Viserys had suddenly become despondent, but he wanted to comfort him. To his surprise, he was bluntly rejected.

Oberyn then remembered the letter he had recently received from his brother in Dorne, rubbing his temples slightly, feeling a bit of a headache.

How should he put it?

Oberyn had been trying to find an opportunity to talk to Viserys about this issue.

However, before he could find the right time, they were attacked by the Dothraki, and afterward, there was no time to bring it up.

But this matter could not be delayed any longer. As Viserys grew older and the power of Andalos increased...

This issue should be settled sooner rather than later, otherwise, the interests of House Martell could not be guaranteed.

Although Oberyn had been in Andalos for many years and had become friends with Viserys, he still could not refuse his family's interests and his brother's wishes.

"I'll find another opportunity."

Oberyn sighed as he watched Viserys's figure gradually recede into the distance.

On the ground, Drogo's unrecognizable corpse had been carried away by the soldiers and placed on a pyre, surrounded by a considerable amount of firewood, prepared to burn him to ashes in the traditional Dothraki way.

Oberyn stretched his shoulders. After a day of fighting, he was ready to go back and rest.

However, at this moment.

An unexpected change was quietly occurring that no one had anticipated.

The red comet in the sky, with its long tail, seemed to be gradually enlarging in everyone's view.

At first, no one paid much attention.

Viserys had already gone off to walk quietly by himself, and Oberyn was about to head back to rest after stretching his muscles.

Some soldiers were busy preparing Drogo's funeral, while others were cleaning up the battlefield.

As night gradually enveloped the land, the red comet's light even obscured the bright moon in the sky.

Then, a soldier noticed something was off and asked uncertainly.

"Is...is it getting bigger?"

"Do any of you feel that way?"

With the first person's reminder, the rest of the soldiers who were secretly gazing at the sky also realized.

"Huh, it seems... true?"

"What's going on? Is it going to fall?"

The soldiers put down their work, looking up at the red comet in the sky that was growing larger.

However, there was no panic or fear on their faces, but rather, they were excitedly discussing it.

Because the object flying across the sky looked small to them, only the size of a wheel.

A middle-aged soldier, puffing on a long pipe, exhaled a cloud of smoke and then spoke in a faint voice.

"Hmph…"

"Such a small thing, even if it falls, it won't have much power, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

The surrounding soldiers also nodded in agreement, feeling that this made sense.

They had just fought and defeated the Dothraki, so what could a small thing falling from the sky do?

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