"How could Baelon let it pass when he encountered another exploration mission?"
The silent thought in his heart ignited, and the exploration progress panel of Dragon Horn Dagger appeared.
[Valyrian Steel Dagger]
Exploration Progress: 2.5%
"Alright!"
Baelon secretly cheered, a big smile on his face.
Rejecting Rhaenyra's request to see the dragon horn dagger, Baelon pretended to be tired and pitifully claimed he was sleepy.
"Fine, then sleep with your dagger in your arms, stingy," Rhaenyra snorted.
Baelon rubbed his dark circles, leaning on his sister's arms, yawned, and pleaded with his father, "Before getting off the carriage, I'll return the dagger to you."
"Anyway, as long as you don't have nightmares about waving it around."
Viserys joked, looking at him with relief.
God knows, has it been so long since I last saw my eldest son?
I always feel like he's been more energetic than before in the past two days and doesn't run out of breath after saying a few words.
Viserys was happy to be a father.
...
The carriage kept moving.
From early morning until the sun rose.
"This exploration has ended, please collect the lost treasures."
The carriage stopped just in time, and the driver controlled the reins to calm the docile white horses.
Baelon woke up with the system notification and felt an itch on the tip of his nose.
He opened his eyes to see Rhaenyra playing with his nose with a strand of silver hair.
"Sister, you're so boring."
Baelon got up and realized that at some point, he was lying on a chair with his head resting on Rhaenyra's thigh.
"We've reached the camp. Ministers are waiting to receive us outside."
Rhaenyra pursed her lips, reminding her brother to wake up.
Baelon regained his senses and immediately checked the system panel.
[Valyrian Steel Dagger]
Exploration Progress: 100%
Focusing on the dragon horn dagger in his hand, a ball of blue light attached itself to the dragon horn handle.
Baelon secretly looked at the people in the carriage and found that none of them paid attention to this sudden group of blue light.
"It seems I'm the only one who can see it."
I don't know what his mood was, but Baelon exhaled a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced.
He liked this unique feeling.
Touching the group of blue light, it turned into small points of light like foam and penetrated into his hand, as before.
"Father, we return the dagger to you."
Viserys adjusted his clothes with Allison's assistance, and Baelon handed the dagger to him.
"Ask your sister to straighten out your clothes wrinkles. Don't be rude in front of the ministers."
Viserys tied it to his waist and reminded him to pay attention to his appearance.
Rhaenyra gently approached, smiling as she combed his silver hair that had become curly after sleeping.
Seizing the opportunity, Baelon glanced at the system panel.
"The relic was successfully collected, and the test is in progress..."
"The test was successful and it is considered an excellent relic, a warning from the wise..."
"Do you want to activate this relic?"
"Excellent class?" Baelon thought slightly upon noticing the different ratings on the panel.
The dragon's legacy explored last time was considered legendary level.
The relic halo is red.
This exploration is considered excellent, and the relic halo is blue.
"It seems that relics are also divided into three, six, or nine levels. The legendary level inspires the bloodline of the Dragon King of Ancient Valyria, which is very precious when I think about it."
Thankful to Bellery for his guidance and Fire], Baelon silently expressed his gratitude.
"Activate the relic," he silently thought in his mind, and a line of small words appeared on the system panel.
"Congratulations, the sage's insight has been successfully activated. You have obtained..."
[Mastery of Ancient Valyrian Language]
Level: Excellent (Blue)
Function: Mastery of Ancient Valyrian Language
Evaluation: "It is absolutely impossible to learn a language. You will suffer a loss."
The moment he saw the panel clearly, it was as if a current flowed from his coccyx and went straight to the Tianling Gai.
Baelon trembled, his mind filled with knowledge of the Old Valyrian.
Whether advanced or general.
This language seemed to have taken root and sprouted in his brain, like a birth.
"Baelon, do you feel cold?"
Rhaenyra noticed something off about him and asked if something was wrong.
Baelon repeatedly shook his head, "No, I'm fine."
After saying that, he patted his chest to show he was really okay.
"Cheer up, we've kept the ministers waiting for a long time, show your magnanimity."
Viserys, with Blackfyre at his waist, opened the curtain and stepped out of the carriage first.
Immediately the crowd cheered outside, greeting their king.
"Come on, children," Allison whispered, following closely.
Rhaenyra frowned slightly, dissatisfied with this statement.
It was obvious they had been childhood friends years ago and talked about everything.
After her mother died giving birth, Allison married her father.
Now she communicates with herself in the same tone she would use with her children.
It's really disgusting.
Rhaenyra frowned and pulled Baelon out of the carriage with her.
Compared to the cheers received by the king, the crowd's welcome to Rhaenyra's heir was obviously less enthusiastic.
On the other hand, Allison, who was accompanied by three princes and princesses, smiled and accepted the greetings of some ladies.
There were even ungrateful fools who shouted "Long live Prince Aegon".
And it prompted a large number of people to follow and cheer for Prince Aegon.
In contrast, it left behind the legitimate heir Rhaenyra and the king's eldest son, Baelon.
Rhaenyra forced a smile and followed Viserys, pretending not to care.
Baelon's trembling hands showed a sweet smile under his perplexed eyes.
Although a pale face with dark circles under the eyes isn't so cute.
"I'm fine, Baelon," Rhaenyra's voice was low.
"I know Targaryen never admits defeat," she nodded quietly, but her face turned towards the direction where the inappropriate words were heard.
In almost a second, he found the person still making noise.
He has curly blond hair, a big nose, and an older lady standing next to him.
He looks like a knight skilled in archery and horsemanship.
"Big-nosed idiot, I'll remember you," Baelon saw his face clearly and remembered it in his heart.
Not for anything else.
Who told him to have a big nose?
Just looking at him makes me deserve a beating!
...
After a warm welcome, the camp began a celebration.
Various drinks, fruits, and pastries were placed on tables for the nobles and their families who participated in the hunt to enjoy.
Viserys entered the main tent, sat on the throne, and accepted the greetings of the ministers.
Rhaenyra and Baelon also entered.
group of noble ladies gathered and talked about rumors regarding the Stepstones.
It seems that a noble lady was kidnapped by pirates who fed her with crabs.
As soon as Rhaenyra approached, a white-haired old lady dressed in rich clothes stopped her and asked for her opinion.
Someone took the initiative to communicate, and Rhaenyra smiled and leaned forward.
Unexpectedly, the other party came with ill intentions.
In less than two sentences, she took advantage of the fact that Daemon started the war privately and questioned Rhaenyra for usurping Damon's position as heir.
"Lady Gilla, Daemon is entirely to blame. The princess is more suitable to be the heir," Allison sat next to the old lady and spoke with Rhaenyra.
The current king is Viserys, her husband.
Whether the heir is for Rhaenyra or for her children, it's a matter of family competition.
Dimon has long been excluded from being the heir.
Allison would never allow nonsense about stealing her heir from Damon to circulate.
Lady Gilla stopped talking and turned to attack Daemon for starting a private war.
"For this unnecessary war, your uncle dragged the realm into the water and sent fleets and soldiers to completely eradicate the Kingdom of the Three Women."
This requires spending countless human and material resources and sacrificing the lives of many soldiers."