Chapter 13 Deceptive Response

"This is the prophecy of A Song of Ice and Fire," Viserys patiently explained. "Before Aegon's death, the last fire mage of Valyria hid his song in a dagger."

Knowing this is a responsibility and a heavy burden."

"More important than the throne and the king!"

As he said this, he observed every move of Baelon.

Under the bright firelight, the shadows of father and son lengthened and widened.

As the wind blows the flames, they twist and change.

Baelon blinked and was left lost: "A Song of Ice and Fire? I thought this was a superstition invented in the book."

He did know about A Song of Ice and Fire.

When he was exploring this dragon-horn dagger, the system message mentioned that the song of ice and fire was engraved on the dagger.

And the relics obtained from the exploration are called "the warning of the wise."

Now it seems to have a profound meaning.

Viserys said solemnly, "The prophecy is real. I hope you can keep it in your heart and always be careful of the unknown darkness and the cold winter."

"I will, Father."

Baelon didn't know what was going on, but he realized the matter was of great importance.

Viserys walked around the brazier and hesitated: "Once I asked Rhaenyra a question. Do you want to know what it is?"

"What is it?"

His father's words grew deeper and deeper, and Baelon couldn't understand. He unconsciously asked.

"About dragons, opinions on dragons!"

At this point, Viserys had no reason to stop and continued, "Dragons are ancient creatures that have followed the Targaryen family since ancient Valyria. They are majestic but flawed."

Is that so?"

Baelon shook his head. "My dragon egg hasn't hatched yet, and my sister refused to take me riding a dragon. The closest distance between a dragon and me is Balerion's skull."

As a Targaryen, he has his own dragon egg.

From a giant dragon named Dreamfire.

Rhaenyra personally selected it from the dragon's lair before it was born.

After so many years, the dragon egg showed no signs of hatching.

Viserys didn't care about this and emphasized, "It doesn't matter, you just have to tell me what you think about dragons," looking at his father's serious expression.

Baelon knew this was important.

Think about Balerion's enormous skull.

Even without scales and flesh, the pressure caused by looking at the skull is still strong.

And the dragon egg that belongs to him.

Baked in a special oven, it is not afraid of high temperatures and has a firm texture.

It's very different from bird and chicken eggs he's seen.

Finally, there's Rhaenyra.

She was able to fly on a dragon at the age of 7 and became a dragonrider.

Every time he sees her and gets close to her.

Baelon could smell the faint smell of sulfur.

He knew it was the smell of dragons.

After pondering for a while, Baelon organized his words and replied, "The dragon is the most powerful controllable weapon in the world. Although Aegon the Conqueror had astonishing wisdom and courage, he rode a dragon to unify the Seven Kingdoms."

"The dragon. It's dangerous, but only by controlling dragons can Targaryen be superior to common people."

"Otherwise, it will surely fall from the Iron Throne."

This is what he said sincerely.

This is also the most objective view he can offer at the moment.

Viserys listened attentively, with a hint of relief on his face, and asked again, "If one day you control the dragon and face the rebellion of the disrespectful, how will you face it?"

"Burn them!"

Baelon spat out this phrase without thinking.

"Didn't you say dragons were dangerous?"

Viserys frowned.

Baelon didn't realize something was wrong, "But without the dragon, Targaryen's majesty won't be able to intimidate Xiao Xiao."

"When necessary, the dragon's flame will destroy those who disobey, leaving only one voice in Westeros."

Hearing the testament of his eldest son, Viserys fell silent.

Subjectively, Baelon was right.

The reason why the Targaryen family can become kings of the Seven Kingdoms is because the help of dragons is indispensable.

But when he thinks about the prophecies of A Song of Ice and Fire.

He didn't want to rely too much on the dragon.

Ancient Valyria could never satisfy its greed and desire because of its self-control in controlling the dragon.

It caused a natural disaster that would destroy the world.

He thought back to years ago, on the eve of Rhaenyra's establishment as heir.

He asked the same question.

Rhaenyra's answer wasn't far from Baelon's original answer.

But Rhaenyra had a deeper understanding of the relationship between dragons and Targaryen.

She doesn't think she can win everything by riding a dragon.

Her character is very similar to her father, Viserys: they both dislike war and are strict with themselves.

On the other hand, Baelon's answer was similar to that of a person.

Daemon Targaryen.

His biological brother.

To be honest, for a while he considered making Daemon his heir.

Setting aside the unfair and unjust things Dimon did to himself.

Daemon's views on dragons are very extreme.

The dragon is the sword in his hand.

The so-called sharp weapon is in hand, and the murderous intent arises.

With this incomparable weapon in hand, sooner or later he won't be able to contain his desire and take the initiative to provoke a war.

For some reason, Viserys felt jealous.

With Baelon's bewildered expression, he said calmly, "I understand what you mean. Don't forget the prophecy of A Song of Ice and Fire. Go down and rest first."

Baelon didn't ask any more questions and sensibly said, "Alright. You should drink less, Father."

Viserys smiled kindly and watched him leave the camp.

Faces looked blurry in the dim firelight.

...

Leaving the king's tent, Baelon didn't immediately go to see the excitement.

First, they picked up various snacks and barbecue tables and ate until they were full with seven or eight cents.

On the way, early in the morning, he only took a few sips of water.

Pity this motherless child.

"Baelon!"

They were waiting around a barbecue when Rhaenyra's voice came from behind.

Baelon turned his head, surprised.

At that moment, Rhaenyra was covered in blood, and her silver hair was dyed black with dried blood, as if she had just been in a fight.

"Rhaenyra, how could you do this!"

Baelon cared nothing about eating meat and ran forward with a pair of short legs.

"I looked for you yesterday, but unfortunately couldn't find you."

Rhaenyra tapped her forehead and threatened, "If you want to call me sister, Rhaenyra is not who you should call, and you shouldn't run around."

"Right now you don't care what those fake handles are doing. Where are you hurt? Is it serious?"

Baelon looked at her wounds with concern.

Rhaenyra lifted her chin and said proudly, "This isn't my blood, I'm not hurt."