A Song of Ice and Fire: Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

He knew who the Lannister family was, including the events that would follow. Although his memory was vague, he had a general understanding of the story.

He also knew that King's Landing now relied on the support of the Westerlands' reinforcements.

However, reality was apparent; the Lannisters had also betrayed the Iron Throne, which would be the final straw to break the Targaryen dynasty.

Fortunately, House Rykker had not captured any Lannister deserters or investigated the identities of the attackers. Ser Jaremy believed Sir William's words, thinking it was a rebel assault.

Due to the lack of communication, Dun Fort had not yet received the latest news from King's Landing.

The silver-haired boy was anxious at this moment, but he couldn't reveal anything. The guards outside seemed to him both protectors and overseers.

"We must board a ship and leave before the news leaks."

Viserys looked at the merchants and fishermen sailing out to sea from the window, silently making up his mind.

"Meow~"

At that moment, the little black cat Balerion meowed and then gracefully leaped onto the bed.

Its soft paws stepped on its master's brown hair, sticking out its little tongue to gently lick Rhaenys's cheek, then curled its tail and lay beside the little girl.

Viserys's thoughts were slightly interrupted by Balerion's meow. He turned his head to look at Rhaenys, who had fallen into a deep sleep due to a mixture of fear and exhaustion.

He then looked back at the silver-plated mirror not far away, pausing for three seconds.

A black mist slowly spread.

[Viserys Targaryen]

Sun Attribute: 5

Earth Attribute: 6

Water Attribute: 8

Moon Attribute: 18

"Hmm?"

A young, delicate face appeared in the silver mirror. The figure seemed quite thin, looking only about seven or eight years old, with silver-gold hair and a pair of light purple eyes.

At the moment, due to intense stimulation and a sleepless night, some redness had appeared in his eyes.

Viserys furrowed his brow slightly, looking at the High Valyrian characters formed by the black mist, focusing on the symbols for 'sun' and 'earth.'

If his initial analysis was correct, they should represent his strength and constitution, respectively.

Viserys remembered clearly that before leaving King's Landing, the 'sun' attribute should have been 3, and the 'earth' attribute should have been 5.

"Did my strength and constitution change in such a short time?"

Viserys was somewhat astonished, unable to comprehend why only he could see the black mist that represented his body's data, which he thought would only grow with his body's development or training.

The silver-haired boy stood in front of the mirror, rubbing his temples. So much had happened over the course of the restless night, and Viserys was quite exhausted.

Even if his 'moon' attribute was far stronger than others'.

However, at this moment, he still forced himself to stay alert, wanting to understand his body's current condition. His gaze fell on the sword on the table - the very sword he had used to kill Kevan Lannister.

Ser William, gravely injured, had fallen asleep after taking milk of the poppy, leaving the sword with Viserys.

A half-melted wax candle flickered on the round wooden table, its light gently swaying with the sea breeze that seeped through the window cracks.

A small black cat, lying on the soft silken bedding, stared with curious, deep green eyes at Viserys.

It had no idea what the boy had in mind.

Then, in the cat's eyes, the reflection of Viserys drawing his sword appeared.

Clang—

A cold, forest-like gleam reflected the candlelight, illuminating the entire room. The smooth, watery surface of the sword still bore some uncleaned, mottled bloodstains, and Viserys' cheeks appeared in the reflection as well.

"My strength... it seems to have really increased."

His eyes, reflected on the sword, clearly revealed a touch of delight.

Viserys felt that the longsword, which had once been somewhat heavy for him, no longer required as much effort. His strength had grown significantly in silence, and he hadn't even noticed it happening, as if it were only natural.

And when he pressed a finger to his chest, he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but even his body seemed to have become more robust.

"What... could be the cause?"

The silver-gold-haired boy stood before the mirror, placing the longsword back on the round wooden table, and fell into a slight contemplation.

He carefully recalled the events that had transpired before and after his flight from King's Landing. According to his mother, the bad news had arrived the day before everything happened.

The next day, Viserys had found out and had been immediately taken to a carriage to flee. His mind had been hazy at the time, and he had daringly rescued Rhaenys.

He hadn't done anything unusual during this time.

Then, on the way to Duskendale, they had encountered an attack by the Lannister family. In the ensuing battle, he had killed Kevan Lannister with his own hands.

"Is it because I killed someone?"

The journey was simple, with not many complexities. Aside from the creaking and groaning of the carriage and the panic and tension of being attacked, he had mustered all his courage to fight back in order to survive.

Viserys wasn't a fool; he quickly realized that the only difference between this journey and his usual life was that he had killed someone.

His thoughts were chaotic, and the silverish-gold-haired boy stood still, his eyes, which had been somewhat bloodshot, becoming increasingly focused.

If it really was as he thought, then he had discovered a path to strengthening himself.

All he needed to do was continue to kill his enemies...

And he could keep growing stronger?

As he thought of this, Viserys' heart raced. He had once been unsure why only he could see the mysterious black fog.

Now it seemed that it was his 'golden touch' in this world.

But why did it choose him?

Was it because of his bloodline? He was a Targaryen.

Viserys' thoughts were expanding, his mind becoming more active. The first thing he considered was this, the biggest difference between himself and others.

The true dragon bloodline of the Targaryens.

However, he then remembered that the writing displayed within the black fog had been in High Valyrian.

Viserys was somewhat hesitant.

"Is it because I'm a Targaryen, or because... I'm a Valyrian?"

There were still many descendants of the Valyrians left in this world, but Viserys seemed to have become the lucky one.

He sat on the edge of the bed, propping his chin and thinking for a long time, but due to his limited knowledge, he couldn't figure out the reason.

Opportunities don't just come out of nowhere.

Viserys' small and slender body housed a wisdom beyond his years, and he knew this well.

So when the day finally came and he received a gift from the heavens, he was a bit too cautious.