Game of Thrones: Rise of the Supreme Dragon Queen

The atmosphere grew heavy due to Dany's shifting emotions. High Priestess Jenny, possessing wisdom far beyond her years, seemed to notice Dany's concerns. Smiling, she said, "Oros warmly welcomes the Dragon Queen. Your miraculous feat of bringing dragons back to life has delighted His Majesty Balerion.

He once prophesied that you would become the world's sole ruler and ultimately break the cage imprisoning Valyria."

However, Jenny Beleris' words did not dispel Dany's doubts. Instead, they heightened her vigilance.

"High Priestess, can you communicate with His Majesty Balerion? But I heard the Doom destroyed everything," she asked in surprise.

Hmm, she showed no negative emotions, only a faint trace of joy.

"The true gods never perish!" Jenny said solemnly, her face stern.

"The true gods never perish!" echoed several elderly priests behind her.

True gods, huh? As if I don't know the truth about Valyrian gods. That so-called faith spirit is probably in a worse state than the Undying Ones.

"The true gods never perish!" Dany echoed with a solemn expression, nodding in agreement.

Before the High Priestess could invite her to meet Balerion, Dany quickly interjected, "High Priestess Beleris, I'll be honest with you. Coming to Oros wasn't entirely my choice.

Driving back the Ghis Alliance was just the beginning. The Free Cities are forming an allied army—tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of soldiers, with hundreds or thousands of ships. I need Valyrian sorcery—magic that will make my four dragons obedient."

"Valyria was also a slave city. Your Targaryen ancestors enslaved countless lesser races. Why must you liberate slaves?" Jenny asked.

"Because I can't stand seeing slaves whipped, enslaved, mocked, or treated like lowly insects. When I swing my two-handed sword and sever a slaver's neck, the blood spraying onto my cheeks doesn't smell foul—it carries the sweet scent of revenge. An indescribable sense of satisfaction and joy rises in my heart, as if the whole world has been cleansed," Dany replied truthfully.

In her previous life, she had eaten chicken, but leading thousands of troops into battle couldn't compare.

People often say the first kill is hard, even nauseating, but Dany muddled through her first blood, monster kill, godlike streak, and even hundred kills with ease.

The entire process was exhilarating, as if she were born a great demon.

High Priestess Jenny's ever-holy expression finally cracked. Her face twisted as she said, "Daenerys, you're truly unbelievable!"

Fortunately, the High Priestess didn't curse.

The elderly priests behind her let out sighs of relief.

"High Priestess, is there any dragon-controlling sorcery similar to the Dragonhorn?" Dany asked bluntly.

She now intended to lay all her cards on the table, caring neither about their opinion of her nor about wasting time in this cursed land.

"You know about the Dragonhorn?" An elderly man with silver-gold hair behind Jenny asked in surprise.

Like Jenny, his skin was smooth, his features sharp—an old handsome man without visible flaws.

"You haven't heard of Euron?" Dany appeared even more surprised, then recounted Euron's exploration of Telyria.

"That should be the horn of House Vagharys from the Second Fire Peak. The heir at the time, Tylen Vagharys, was the lord of Telyria. I never expected him to take the family's treasure out of their land," Jenny murmured.

"Is the Dragonhorn very rare?"

"There are only three great horns in the world—Dragonbinder, Dragonprisoner, and our family's Dragonslayer. Inferior imitations are countless, but none match the three royal treasures," Jenny said proudly.

Heh, that Dragonbinder was already broken by me.

"Dragonbinder can control my dragons. What effects do Dragonprisoner and Dragonslayer have?"

Jenny hesitated before softly explaining, "All three great horns can control dragons. Dragonprisoner punishes disobedient dragons through its sound, while Dragonslayer can kill rebellious or wild dragons outright with its voice."

Killing dragons with a horn's sound? The dragon soul within Dragonslayer must be incredibly powerful.

"Do Dragonprisoner and Dragonslayer still exist?" Dany asked.

"They were destroyed along with the Fourteen Flames during the Doom," Jenny said wistfully.

"What exactly was the Doom?"

"Why don't we visit the temple?" Jenny's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Daenerys, you are Valyrian, and you hatched true dragons from stone eggs. Your bloodline remains pure. Why not return to the faith of your ancestors? His Majesty Balerion holds real power, far more tangible than the Seven."

For Dany, faith was not about whether gods were real but whether their doctrines advanced humanity.

After some thought, she said, "I've read the Seven-Pointed Star, but I've never heard of Balerion's teachings. How does one become His Majesty's follower?"

In a world with real gods, ignoring religion was foolish. Dany planned to promote a "New Faith of the Seven" in Slaver's Bay that aligned with her own values.

The Seven-Pointed Star was the Faith of the Seven's holy book, containing some positive principles and stories. Dany intended to "revise" the original—just like Han Dynasty Confucian scholars reshaped the classics of Confucius and Mencius—using the Seven's name to preach her own ideas and create a Queen Dany version of the New Seven-Pointed Star.

After all, the Seven would never descend to punish her—because they didn't exist.

"The Great Temple of Oros is in the southern part of the city. Why don't you stay there for a while? I'll explain the holy texts of ancient Valyria to you. There are also remnants of the Grand Sorcerer's legacy!"

Jenny's sweet smile made her sky-blue eyes curve like crescent moons. Her small head tilted slightly, making her look extremely cute.

"Well..."

Dany hesitated. If Jenny hadn't mentioned Balerion's survival or the legacy's temptation, she would have gone to the temple out of basic etiquette. But Balerion wasn't entirely dead...

In Qarth, the Undying Ones showed her fragments of the river of time. The Grand Sorcerer had once scoffed: Compared to the three demigods of Valyria, the Undying Ones were nothing but trash.

As for why she was able to defeat the Undying Ones—twenty percent was due to her unwavering will, and eighty percent was thanks to the Black Dread.

Dragons could protect the Dragonlord from sorcery, but Balerion himself was both a Dragonlord and a god—a demigod.

Would a great dragon have any effect on Balerion?

Similarly, in the river of time, Daenerys had witnessed the power of the Grand Sorcerer—being able to communicate with Valyria's Free Cities through "glass candles" solely through his consciousness, even perceiving his own existence four hundred years into the future.

How overpowered must his legacy be?

If she could learn even a fraction of his techniques, could she master both magic and combat, becoming invincible?

Previously, she had used a single, incomplete soul strike to take down the legendary strongest assassin—the Faceless Man. Though it was a costly victory, nearly a Pyrrhic one, the power of sorcery was undeniably real.

She had also been proven to have the qualifications to wield such power.

It was too tempting.

"How could there be a Grand Sorcerer's legacy here?" Daenerys questioned.

"Heh, under ancient Valyria's rule, there were two types of territories: directly governed Free Cities and colonies. You know that the cities of Oros, Tyria, and Matarys in the Land of the Long Summer were directly governed, right?"

Daenerys nodded. "I wasn't too sure before, but it's easy to understand. The Land of the Long Summer was the Valyrians' stronghold."

"Colonies were managed by branch families of the Fourteen Flames, whereas directly governed territories were ruled by the main bloodline of the Dragonlords themselves."

"But I've never heard of any other Targaryens in cities like Volantis," Daenerys said doubtfully.

Jeyne's face flashed with pride as she said calmly, "The Fourteen Flames had fourteen noble families. Even if each had just two Free Cities under their control, do you think the world would be big enough to divide among them?"

At present, the continent of Essos had nine Free Cities engaged in trade, four great cities of the Ghiscari, and Qarth. Even then, there weren't enough cities to go around.

If even the top noble families didn't have enough, how much could a small branch like the Targaryens possibly claim?

Well, just a tiny island—Dragonstone.

"And what does this have to do with the Grand Sorcerer's legacy?"

"Every directly governed city had a temple that contained parts of the Grand Sorcerer's legacy. That's because these temples, as well as the cities themselves, were controlled by the main bloodline of the Fourteen Flames. And Grand Sorcerers could only come from the Fourteen Flames' lineage."

Daenerys shook her head with a bitter smile. She hadn't expected Valyria's hierarchy to be so rigid, leaving no room for outsiders to rise.

Take that virgin girl, "Dreamer" Daenys, for example.

It was clear that while she lacked the talent to be a Dragonlord, she must have been a Dragonborn, possessing the potential to become a Grand Sorcerer.

Yet in Valyria, Daenys had little standing. She wasn't trained as a sorcerer but was instead exiled along with the Targaryens.

"And now they're breaking the rules?" Daenerys couldn't help but sneer.

The young High Priestess gave Daenerys a deep look and asked, "Why didn't the Targaryens give Valeryon a dragon?"

"Uh—" That single question left Daenerys speechless.

The Valeryons could also ride dragons, yet before the Dance of the Dragons, the Targaryens would rather let their extra dragons go wild than share the 'burden' with their close relatives.

"Is it far?" Daenerys looked southward.

It was as if the god of the night had been stabbed, bleeding across the sky. The deep crimson hues in the heavens seemed to conceal ominous portents.

Even from two or three kilometers away, she could see steam rising from the sea, as though the ocean had become a giant fish tank for titans. Hot waves, carrying the scent of sulfur, surged toward Oros with the sea breeze.

That was the Smoking Sea—the death trap that had swallowed countless expedition fleets!

At the edge of the city, a black tower caught Daenerys's attention. Against the dull gray and black tones of the ancient city, its vibrant golden patterns stood out strikingly.

A fifty-meter-high tower had its surface inlaid with gold, depicting an ancient Valyrian god—Balerion!

"Is that the temple?" Daenerys pointed at the black tower.

"Yes. Perhaps you will receive His Majesty's favor."

Hopefully not.

"How do we get there?" Daenerys asked.

She had to admit, she was tempted by the Grand Sorcerer's legacy.

As for Balerion…

She clung to a sliver of hope.

Balerion's true form was definitely in Valyria, and Oros was 500 kilometers away, with Tyria in between.

—The city that Euron once explored in ruins was Tyria.

If Balerion hadn't even noticed Euron, then logically, he shouldn't be able to harm her either, right?

Even the Undying Ones had to lure her into the House of the Undying before casting their spells; they couldn't affect her from several streets away.

Balerion was probably stronger than the Undying Ones, but He had taken a hit from a "Great Doom" after all!

That was what Daenerys thought—and what she hoped.

"You can ride a dragon over, or you can walk with me," said Jeyne Velaryon.

"Let's walk."

No matter how wary she was of the High Priestess or this city, until a real threat presented itself, Daenerys would still observe the necessary etiquette.

(End of Chapter)

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