The Faceless Men's eyes were filled with horror at this moment, yet he couldn't utter a single word, only whimpering in supplication.
Archmaester Runelet was utterly shocked by everything before him; his memory was still stuck on the scene before he fainted from shame and anger, having been humiliated by Daenerys at a previous meeting.
He never imagined he would be tied up and placed on a pyre.
He truly couldn't fathom why King Jaehaerys, who was always benevolent, would treat him this way.
Indeed, the accomplished Doctors at the Citadel did not hold any lord of the Seven Kingdoms, including the King, in high regard, because their life's pursuit was only truth and science.
Because in their eyes, even humanity itself was but a fleeting moment in the course of history; they sought to pursue eternal truth.
Whether it was the Others, or the conflicts of the kingdom, all the troubles and calamities of the human world were not as important as their cherished knowledge.
But most of these dispatched Maesters were relatively loyal to their lords! And he, Runelet, had given his all to the Targaryen Royal Family, merely reporting the information he had obtained truthfully to the Citadel!
Why was he being secretly executed today?
Moreover, he was tied up with two inexplicable people next to him; the Old Scholar was completely lost in confusion.
And the white-haired youth continued to clamor incessantly,
"Was this how you captured my father, Garmon, before?"
"What exactly do you want to do?"
"You are simply insane!"
...
However, no one on the scene reacted to his shouting.
After Daenerys and King Jaehaerys devoutly chanted the Valyrian spell seven times, their bleeding stopped.
"Dracarys~"
Daenerys and Jaehaerys simultaneously commanded Dreamfire and the other two dragons to breathe Dragonflame.
Blue-black, bronze, and scarlet Dragonflame instantly engulfed everything on the pyre.
King Jaehaerys and Daenerys moved away from the pyre the moment the Dragonflame descended.
Daenerys also quickly took out gauze and wound treatment medicine from her waist bag to bandage King Jaehaerys and herself.
And that white-haired youth, who called himself Ulf, only managed to let out a scream before falling completely silent.
On the other hand, the Faceless Men, whose mouth was gagged with rags that were burned away by the Dragonflame first, cursed and swore madly under the scorching pain of the flames.
However, bound by heavy chains, he was unable to move, and eventually, he was slowly burned to ashes.
"Daenerys, you vicious woman, just wait for the endless pursuit of the Faceless Men!"
"The demise of Ancient Valyria is the fate that awaits you wicked dragons!"
"Damn faceless god, bring me death quickly!"
"I have long since stopped believing in you, take your damned power from my body, let me die! Let me die!"
...
However, the person he cursed the most before his death was his worshipped faceless god!
The scorching flames made everyone afraid to approach, and they quickly moved away from the fire, only Daenerys felt incredibly comfortable in such high temperatures.
So she slowly walked towards the fire, stopping only when the scorching flames were about to ignite her clothes, but she still extended her injured left hand into the blazing fire.
The flames instantly engulfed her left hand, but Daenerys felt no pain; instead, the wound previously cut by the dagger quickly began to scab and heal.
"The Unburnt!"
Looking at Daenerys before him, King Jaehaerys couldn't help but exclaim.
The scorching fire snakes licked Daenerys's wound like fire spirits, and the warm sensation made Daenerys feel extremely comfortable.
In the firelight, Daenerys seemed to see a tall building with two black and white doors, inside which were countless gloomy faces, looking at Daenerys through layers.
Those faces were old and young, male and female, handsome and ugly, but what they all had in common was their icy expressions.
A chilling energy condensed on the foreheads of those faces, as if their gaze could freeze a person's soul.
However, it could not affect Daenerys, who was chanting Ancient Valyria spells.
Those powers, upon encountering Daenerys, circled around and then continuously gathered towards the Dragon Eggs in the flames.
She also seemed to see a cluster of buildings not far from a river mouth, where countless scholars wearing coarse linen clothes resided.
And on the bodies of those scholars, various different energies were condensed.
The further she looked towards the center of the building complex, the denser the energy became, until Daenerys saw a bald Archmaester with a Valyrian steel chain around his neck.
He suddenly turned his head and met Daenerys's gaze across the void, but was directly blinded by the firelight emanating from Daenerys.
She also seemed to see the scene of a reddish-brown dragon laying this reddish-brown Dragon Egg.
Daenerys's mouth involuntarily began to sing a New Ancient Valyria song, and her body unconsciously moved even closer to the fire.
Within the flames, Daniella seemed to sense the boundless unwillingness in the heart of that reddish-brown dragon.
In Daenerys's perception, this reddish-brown dragon was even larger than the current Dreamfire, but for some unknown reason, she had suffered enormous injuries.
The scorching dragon blood dyed her dragon's lair completely red.
She used her sharp dragon claws to dig a deep hole and buried all four Dragon Eggs she had just laid.
Then she breathed Dragonflame, turning all the backfilled soil into obsidian-like black Dragonstone.
She only protected the last laid reddish-brown Dragon Egg beneath her body, and then slowly closed her eyes.
She should be Urax, one of the five dragons that came to Dragonstone with Balerion, as passed down through the Targaryen Family.
Daenerys diligently observed the situation in Urax's lair, and unconsciously, her body had already walked into the burning pyre.
"Whoosh~"
Daenerys's silk clothes finally couldn't withstand the high temperature and began to burn.
"Princess, be careful!"
The Dragon Guard nearby rushed forward to help, but King Jaehaerys immediately stopped him.
"Don't disturb her! Those flames cannot harm her."
Indeed, that was the case; although the flames roasted Daenerys's body red, and her beautiful silver hair caught fire, Daenerys seemed completely unharmed.
And Daenerys, completely immersed in various illusions, unconsciously squatted naked in the fire, holding the reddish-brown Dragon Egg.
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