Chapter 300: The Chosen One

Hello everyone, translator here. Here is your missing 25th chapter. I've already deleted the repeating chapter and updated the chapter numbers to correspond to the correct number.

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In this world, ravens have always been shrouded in mystery.

At least, Viserys has always been wary of these black-feathered birds. He knows that in the cold lands of eternal winter, there exists an entity he doesn't quite know how to explain...

Is he a god? Or... a demigod? One thing is certain, like Viserys, he has transcended the limitations of the mortal body.

Perhaps both of them now exist in a special state between gods and mortals. And this entity has some connection with ravens.

Even from a psychological perspective, Viserys, holding onto his past life's habits, sees ravens as harbingers of misfortune. He once used ravens as live targets during his archery practice.

Perhaps the ravens later realized that this man didn't welcome them, and so they flew away. However, the fact that the black cat had caught a raven on its own intrigued Viserys, leading to today's experiment.

He didn't expect the black cat's strength to have increased so significantly, and the experiment with the black fog on the cat was a great success. Now, a trustworthy person was needed to undertake the next experiment.

What Viserys knows now is that the black fog 'grants' others a significant increase in power.

As for side effects?

He's not sure.

After the experiment, Viserys ordered the servants to clean up the mess in the room. The ten unfortunate roosters had all been killed by the black cat.

However, these ten chickens wouldn't go to waste. They could be sent outside the city along with other food for the three dragons to feast on.

Later, Viserys, holding the black cat, returned to his study.

The young king sat in his chair, pondered for a moment, and then ordered the guard to fetch Bessie.

"Wool, go get Lord Bessie Joyce."

Wool is the guard who got his face scratched this morning. He's obedient and smart, always staying by Viserys's side as a guard, running errands on ordinary days.

Bessie, on the other hand, was once Viserys's Kingsguard and also a son of a warrior of the Faith of the Seven.

Viserys trusts Bessie immensely, even more so than Oberyn.

Because Viserys knows that if he ever falls out with Dorne one day, Oberyn will definitely stand on Dorne's side.

But Bessie is his own confidant.

To be precise, Bessie was brought up by William Derry, the master-at-arms of the Red Keep.

After a while, Bessie Joyce arrived outside Viserys's study.

"Lord Commander."

"Lord Commander."

The guards outside the door greeted Bessie as they saw him.

"Uh-huh."

Bessie nodded, then knocked on the door.

"Your Grace."

After hearing Viserys's voice, he pushed the door and walked in.

"Your Grace."

Bessie entered Viserys's study. The man was dressed in a plain white robe with a white cloak, a long sword hanging from his waist.

Those who are qualified to wear the white robe are not many, and Bessie is one of them.

Because he is also currently serving as the commander of Viserys's Kingsguard, even though this is just a nominal position.

Since Bessie left his side, Viserys has not appointed another member of the Kingsguard.

He only has ordinary guards by his side, not the poetic 'white-cloaked knights'.

The rules for selecting Kingsguard are very complex, and loyalty must be

ensured until death, even in old age, physical disability, or mental breakdown.

Although Bessie no longer has the strength to wield a sword, as long as Viserys doesn't dismiss him, he remains the commander of Viserys's Kingsguard.

"Sit!"

"Bessie."

Viserys, sitting behind his desk without lifting his head, casually asked,

"How is the military affairs going?"

Bessie and he are old friends, so there's no need for excessive formalities.

The two sat in chairs, chatted casually for a bit, and then Viserys didn't beat around the bush and said directly,

"Bessie, I have something, I don't know if you're willing to try."

Viserys didn't hide anything, but directly explained the matter of the black fog.

However, he didn't describe it in detail, but used the words he had joked with Arianne, describing this black fog as a kind of divine power.

And Viserys is the source of this divine power, he can freely grant this divine power to everyone around him.

Of course, the quantity is limited, and those who receive his divine power can greatly enhance their strength, and perhaps it will also help to recover from their injuries.

Viserys spoke directly.

And Bessie, who had been through great disasters and always had a calm mentality, couldn't help but open his mouth slightly under his mask.

"What?"

"Divine power?"

Bessie was slightly shocked, his voice muffled under the mask, and he spoke incredulously.

What the King said was too fantastical, making it hard for him to believe.

Enhance strength? Recover from injuries?

However, as a former Kingsguard of Viserys, Bessie is naturally very familiar with Viserys.

When the King speaks so seriously to him, he knows it's not a joke.

"Your Grace."

"Is the divine power you mentioned given by the Seven Gods?"

After Bessie was slightly shocked, he quickly asked.

As a firm believer in the Faith of the Seven, he clearly remembers Viserys's boastful claim of being crowned by the Seven Gods.

It was only after later contact that he realized that Viserys had hardly ever visited the Sept, let alone devoutly believed. It was all nonsense.

And now Viserys brought up divine power, Bessie naturally thought of the Seven Gods he believed in.

"No..."

"Not the Seven Gods."

But Viserys, facing the somewhat excited Bessie, shook his head slightly.

"I don't know which god it is."

Viserys didn't explain the connection between the black fog and Valyria, but he was sure it had nothing to do with the Seven Gods.

Because the Seven Gods don't speak Valyrian.

Getting Viserys's negative answer, Bessie was a bit hesitant.

But he quickly adjusted his state, then nodded and said firmly, "I'm willing to try, Your Grace."