Game of Thrones: Rise of the Supreme Dragon Queen

"I'm innocent! I was coerced by the rebels, I..." The chief scholar wailed uncontrollably. "Dragon God above, mercy, compassion! Please, mercy!"

"No~~~ mer~~cy!" Dany controlled Big Black's voice, stretching out the syllables in a deep, sinister tone reminiscent of Smaug.

And then, his ferocious dragon face twisted into a spine-chilling smile.

It is said that at the moment of death, time slows down to an extreme, allowing one to recall their entire life in an instant.

The chief scholar did feel time slow down. He could clearly see strands of crimson light gathering at the dragon's open mouth, spiraling into shape, forming a conical vortex of flame that came hurtling toward him.

But during this "prolonged" moment, there was no flashback of his past life in his mind—only one thought gripped him tightly:

I was wrong. Truly wrong. I never should have judged Daenerys, who awakened the 'Mad Blood', using the logic of an ordinary person.What she did to the Citadel and to the Baratheon Saintess might not apply to the Braavosi Saintess—because she has the Mad Blood.

The unpredictable is madness!I've studied the history of Targaryens and dragons for thirty years—an undisputed world-class expert on House Targaryen—and I still made such a grave mistake.

"BOOM—"

The scorching dragonfire poured down like a heavenly waterfall, instantly filling the vast chamber and incinerating more than twenty struggling, screaming scholars and keepers into bubbling oil.

"Screeeee—" Big Black let out a thunderous roar. Before the archers on the dock could form up, he flung the burning Purple Ship away with a powerful swing of his wing joints, then leaned back and crashed into the Moon Pool with a thunderous splash.

The vast lake-sized Moon Pool rippled, and an undercurrent rushed underwater toward the flooded district downstream. In the northwest direction, the spires and rooftops poking out of the water were marked by a trail of ripples.

"The demon dragon! The demon dragon is in the Moon Pool! Fire! Quick, quick, archers, shoot it dead!"At this moment, the fat man Bessaro had climbed onto the dock, running for his life while waving his arms and shouting commands to the archers.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"Hundreds of archers rained arrows down like a storm, striking the Moon Pool's surface and the burning Purple Ship shooting flames ten meters high.

Unfortunately, Big Black had already escaped the river mouth and entered the bay.

Fifteen minutes later, using the cover of night, he leapt from the sea and returned to the skies above the Green Eel Inn.

By now, more than a dozen warships were aflame on the canal beside the Moon Pool, lighting up the sky in red. Chaos reigned in the small plaza by the dock—people and horses running wild, cries and screams shaking the heavens.

Purple-clad troops were already forcing their way into nearby hotels and inns, pushing siege crossbows, seizing advantageous positions, and establishing defensive lines.

Soldiers shouted harsh orders, while shopkeepers and merchants cursed—pure bedlam.

In fact, when Copernicus had led hundreds of purple-clad soldiers to storm the villa, the crowd of bystanders outside had already sensed something was wrong.

They realized this "melon" (gossip) was too big to eat—they needed to get home and take shelter.

The sight of the Purple Fleet being sliced and set ablaze by flaming demon blades on the canal confirmed their fears.

But the purple-clad army couldn't just pile into the streets without any defense against dragon retaliation.

So, large numbers of travelers, merchants, and residents were driven from their buildings, making the street situation even more chaotic.

And in the midst of all this—while the purple-clad soldiers scrambled to form ranks and civilians fled in all directions—Big Black arrived.

However, he didn't dive down and breathe dragonfire as the soldiers feared.

He was wary of ballista bolts.

Without dragonfire, he could only launch a verbal assault.

"ROAR—"A terrifying dragon roar served as his opening. In an instant, the chaotic noise within a several-kilometer radius fell silent, as if someone had hit pause. Tens of thousands of Braavosi and foreign travelers below stood in stunned silence, looking up at the sky.

Big Black was flying at about 500 meters high—normally invisible against the night sky. But his nostrils and throat glowed as if aflame, periodically spewing fire that illuminated his massive body and the nearby heavens.

"I am the firstborn of the Dragonmother Daenerys—the Black Abyss, Big Black!"His deep, raspy voice echoed through the night sky, carried by the wind across kilometers.

If not half the city, then at least all the residents of the Flooded District heard it.

Then, they began to tremble.

The demon dragon… could speak?!

"I am the guardian of justice, the sky's spirit, the dawn's light. That... was who I once was. Now, everything has changed."

"Vile Braavosi, you have broken sacred oaths and violated guest rights. Before the gods and all peoples, in the middle of a diplomatic negotiation, you attempted to assassinate Queen Daenerys—she who was born of the storm, the Princess of Dragonstone, the great Torchbearer of Freedom, Queen of Slaver's Bay, and the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea—she is also my mother."

As he spoke, both his tone and cadence changed.

Where there was once only majesty and might, now came venom, cruelty, and bloodlust. Every word seemed laced with the most toxic curses, making listeners' guts twist and their souls sink into hell.

"For the sins of Braavos, here and now, I shall become Deathwing—the Doom of Fate, the World-Ender, the Irresistible Cataclysm.Today, I am the Cataclysm!"

"ROAR—"Dragonfire surged like a sea of flames, igniting the sky above the Flooded District.

And then, the black dragon flew away.

"Gone? Uh… Big Black, Deathwing, just… left?"By the canal, Arya stood dumbfounded, half-submerged in the icy river water.

Oh, right. She wasn't Arya right now. She was Cat.

She had met the Dragonmother and never returned to the villa. Instead, she parted ways with her master and senior, exited the "True Dragon Villa" through the back, and once again became a fishmonger's helper—Cat.

Yes, the kindly man had instilled in the Faceless apprentice the idea that the Dragon Queen was the Stark family's mortal enemy… then let her go.

An enemy like the Dragon Queen was terrifying beyond words. The apprentice needed to hurry and improve her skills.

"Cat, where have you been? And why are you standing in the canal?"The fishmonger Brusco shouted from his boat.

Brusco was a local fisherman—and Cat's current boss. He had two daughters and three sons.

"I—I went to the Green Eel Inn to see the Dragon Queen," Cat said, eyes wide as she searched the sky. "I was afraid the demon dragon might come down and burn the city. Didn't you hear? He's Deathwing now, the Cataclysm, the Ender of All Things. I was afraid of being ended by the demon dragon. It's safer by the riverbank."

"Daddy, let's go down too. Deathwing sounds terrifying," said her scrawny younger sister, Talia, her voice trembling on the verge of tears.

"It's just as safe on the boat. If the demon dragon comes, we'll jump into the river," her brother said.

"The demon dragon can dive. You saw what happened to the Sea King's Purple Sail Fleet, didn't you? The demon dragon breathed fire from beneath the river and burned them in half. The water by the shore is shallow—he can't swim that close." Cat said smugly.

"Sounds reasonable," Brusco quickly rowed the small boat toward the shore, just about to jump in when he paused and said, "No need to stand in the water now—it's freezing. We'll wait until the demon dragon shows up."

"Ugh…" Cat looked down at her soaked gray hemp clothes, shivering as a chill ran through her. She felt like a complete idiot.

Brusco reached out and pulled her back onto the boat. Her sister Brea handed her a blanket, then said in surprise, "I never knew demon dragons could speak. The stories really are lies."

Cat wrapped herself tightly in the blanket and said doubtfully, "Dragons can't speak. The dragons of Valyria, the Targaryen dragons, none of them could talk."

"But you heard him too. 'Deathwing'—what a terrifying name," said Talia, still shaken.

"Yeah, demon dragons are terrifying by nature. The fact that he can speak just makes him scarier. But right now, the scariest thing isn't the demon dragon, nor the Dragon Queen—it's the Sea King and those Purplecloaks. They've done something truly horrifying," Brusco said grimly.

"Father… did the Sea King really break the sacred oath and violate guest rights?" Brea asked, her voice trembling.

"Would a demon dragon lie?" Brusco stared at his eldest daughter.

The old fisherman had voiced what most ordinary citizens of Braavos believed: If the demon dragon says something, it must be true.

"Well… this is the first time in my life I've seen a demon dragon, and the first time I've heard one speak. I really don't know if he lies," Brea said quietly.

Then she added thoughtfully, "But judging by his tone—so domineering, cruel, terrifying—he really didn't sound like someone… um, some-dragon… who lies."

"Mhm." Cat nodded vigorously.

She felt the same. A dragon that intimidating surely wouldn't stoop to lying. Besides, she had seen with her own eyes those two hundred Purplecloaks storm into the inn before the demon dragon began burning the fleet in fury.

More importantly, Cat had taken part in the negotiation and knew that the Dragon Queen had already reached an agreement with the House of Black and White—proving that she did have sincere intentions to negotiate with the Braavosi.

If that was the case, then what the demon dragon said must be true: the Braavosi broke their sacred oath and violated guest rights.

A glint of disgust flashed in Cat's gray eyes. She couldn't help but recall another infamous violator of guest rights—Walder Frey.

With that thought, Cat began to feel a strange sense of connection with the Dragon Queen. Her hostility softened.

She even began to wonder—after mastering the skills of the Faceless Men, should she completely eliminate the Stark family's enemies?

At this point, Daenerys had already earned a dubious honor: a spot on Arya's "Assassination List"—names she whispered every night before bed.

Arya called it her Nightly Prayer. After reciting the list, she always finished with the phrase: "Valar Morghulis—All men must die."

"Dragon Queen Daenerys" was the newest addition to the list. But since Arya hadn't gone to bed yet tonight, she hadn't had the chance to "curse" her.

"The demon dragon flew away. Does that mean he won't destroy Braavos?" Brusco stood at the bow of the boat, standing on tiptoe and scanning the surroundings, but the night sky held no trace of the dragon.

"Toot-toot-toot-toot—!" Suddenly, a rapid, urgent trumpet blast echoed from the canal entrance, the urgency in the horn blower's heart made clear through the notes.

"What does that mean?" Brusco asked in confusion.

Braavos was a city of water, crisscrossed by canals carved from the southern continent.

In addition to the main canal, the city was laced with a web of narrow waterways.

Brusco had rowed their boat into one such narrow canal, on the opposite side of the Flooded Town, separated from the main canal by an entire district.

Moments later, the Purplecloaks galloped along the stone paths beside the river, shouting orders as they ran: "Orders from the Sea King! All Braavosi fishermen must immediately bring their fishing nets to the Purple Harbor! Remember—bring as many nets as you can! Head to the Purple Harbor!"

"Anyone who disobeys—twenty lashes. Anyone who completes the task—ten silver gleam coins as reward!"

"Why bring fishing nets to Purple Harbor?" Brusco asked, bewildered.

Clang-clang-clang! The sharp sound of a copper gong rang out again from the canal's edge.

Then came the voice of the Flooded Town's mayor: "All registered fishermen of the Flooded Town, immediately bring every fishing net in your home to Purple Harbor! Urgently aid Purple Harbor!"

(End of Chapter)

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