Chapter 1

Step on

The sound of footsteps came from the corridor outside the house, and a figure came to the door of a spacious bedroom on the second floor of the tower.

The door of the bedroom was open, from which you could vaguely see the subtle candlelight. A small figure was sitting in front of the round table in the bedroom. One hand held his cheek, and his long silver hair wrapped his ears. The shaking candlelight was reflected in his Ruby like purple eyes.

He is veselis tangaryan, the second son of his majesty iris II. He is only seven years old.

Recently, wesselis, who was naturally active, didn't know why he always stared at the candle in a daze, and took the initiative to shut himself in the room and read the book he was most bored with.

This has been going on for several days.

The wrinkles on the face of the old maid standing outside the bedroom were slightly piled up, and her yellow eyes were wiped with worry.

As an old servant who has served the tangaryan royal family for generations, she is very worried about whether wesselis, like his father "crazy king", has any mental problems.

After all, 'when every targaryan is born, the gods will throw a coin to decide whether he is great or crazy.'

However, the old maid's eyes did not wake up wesselis, who was in a daze. Half of his handsome cheeks like a girl were immersed in the dark. He was wearing the prince's gorgeous clothes, with one hand on the heavy parchment book, thinking about his past life and present life.

"Your Highness."

The old maid knocked on the door twice holding the edge of the door frame and whispered. Her voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the quiet Meige building.

The prince of targaryan shivered like a frightened bird, suddenly woke up, and a pair of light purple eyes looked at the maid standing on the edge of the door frame with a little panic.

There was a pause for a second.

Then he remembered that he was the 'Prince', after all, there was no one else in the bedroom, and the old maid seemed to be called... Sophia according to the confused memory in his brain.

"What's the matter?"

Wesselis saw the figure of the old maid in his field of vision, then shook his head slightly, threw all his just confused thoughts behind his head and looked at each other seriously.

"Your Majesty is looking for you."

Wearing a dark waiter's dress and a gray headscarf, he saw that his Highness the prince woke up, and the wrinkles on the maid's forehead relaxed slightly, and then said.

"Mother?"

Wesselis was slightly stunned and his heart pounded, but pretending to be calm, he closed the parchment book in his hand and slid down from the chair.

According to the confused memory in his mind, his mother now seems to be called Leila tangaryan. She is a gentle and kind woman who has been trying to protect wesselis from his insane father.

However, wesselis has been trying to avoid meeting his mother. After all, his mother is the closest person, and he is afraid to show any flaws in any aspect.

So I always shut myself in the bedroom to read, one is to learn more knowledge, and the other is to avoid meeting Leila.

But he didn't expect that his mother would suddenly look for him at this time.

"I see."

Wesselis's small face was slightly tight and tried to show his composure. In fact, his acting skills were impeccable. Almost no one could see the flaws. Even if he saw them, only a seven-year-old boy wouldn't think of anything else.

Then wesselis stood in front of the silver mirror in the bedroom, and the maid stood behind him to dress him.

There must be etiquette when meeting the queen. Even if wesselis is her own son, the etiquette of nobility and court has almost been engraved in wesselis's memory and even muscles.

Wesselis glanced at the maid behind him who was tidying up his clothes. He found that everything was the same. Then he withdrew his eyes and looked at the silver mirror in front of him.

A black fog gradually diffused.

[wesselis targaryan]

Daily: 3

Soil property: 5

Water resistance: 8

Monthly: 18

These words are all displayed in the primitive higher valerian language.

As the survivors of the valerian civilization, the tangorian family, in fact, the common language of Westeros is not their mother tongue, but the higher valerian language.

Every tangaryan was taught valerian and dragon as a child.

They can also be translated into the sun, soil, water droplets and the moon.

But right now

Business as usual.

Wesselis was not surprised because he had discovered the black fog a few days ago.

As long as his eyes stare at any reflective object for three seconds, this thick black fog will appear.

Of course, he has tried more items. Mirrors, colored glasses, gemstones and even daggers can appear, but the stone wooden table with dim light will not appear.

And he has also tried many times that other people can't see the black fog. He is the only one who has a special existence, just like this world full of mysterious power, full of indescribable.

"This may also be some kind of... Magic?"

Wesselis didn't understand. He looked through the books these days, but he didn't find the answer.

And he also gradually found out the meaning of these cumbersome terms. They reflected wesselis's current physical condition.

The nature of the sun represents power, the nature of the earth represents massiness, that is, physique, while the water is soft, representing his agility and flexibility, and the nature of the moon represents his will, or a more mysterious spiritual power.

The data of a normal adult male should be between 8-10. He does not rule out stronger people.

As for why wesselis's data are so strange, it may be related to his age of only seven and his body is not fully developed.

But agility and flexibility were real. In his memory, wesselis could make several guards of Red Castle stamp their feet, but he couldn't catch them.

"Monthly... 18."

Wesselis fixed his eyes on the silver mirror and blinked gently.

This is far beyond the ability of ordinary people. It may be related to his own particularity. Maybe he is a unique existence in the world.

However, his strong mental power did give wesselis some preferential treatment. His memory was different from that of ordinary people.

Hiding in the bedroom reading these days, he doesn't say that he never forgets a lot of knowledge that needs to be remembered, but he will deeply remember it in his mind after reading it twice.

And don't feel sleepy if you don't sleep late.

"Your Highness has something on his mind?"

The old maid who was finishing wesselis's clothes had been watching the expression on Prince targaryan's face. She saw that the boy's lavender eyes were strangely absent-minded when looking at the silver mirror, as if they had gone to the focal length.

Then she pursed her lips and looked worried.

"No."

"Thank you for your concern, Sophia."

When wesselis heard the old maid's words, he shook his head slightly and said.

"This seems to be the first time your Highness has said thank you to me..."

The old woman in the headscarf slightly covered her mouth, looking a little surprised, while the expression on wesselis's face stiffened and opened her mouth, as if speechless for a moment.

There was silence in the prince's bedroom.

After a long silence, wesselis cleaned up his mood and took the initiative to break the silent atmosphere, and the old maid just cleaned up wesselis's clothes.

"So... Did mother say what she wanted me for?"

Wesselis pretended to be casual, but asked slightly tentatively.

The old maid was silent for a moment. Of course, she knew the reason. The news of the defeat of tangaryan Royal Army and the death of Prince rega had already spread in the Red Castle, and even the whole King's landing was in panic.

The boy in front of him, if nothing happens, will become wesselis targaryan III in the future.

However.

All this is based on the fact that tangaryan can still hold the iron throne, otherwise waiting for the fate of wesselis

Will be extremely cruel.

Wesselis looked expectantly at the old maid, hoping to get a word out of her mouth first.

But in the end, wesselis expected only disappointment.

The old maid wrapped in a gray scarf wrinkled up, sighed, and then calmly shook her head.

"No."