"The Red Devil killed someone!" A little girl pointed at Wright.
Wright flashed a grin at her, his bright red skin revealing white teeth, which scared the girl into freezing in place. A woman rushed over, scooped up the girl, and ran toward the house, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.
Wright sighed, clad only in shorts, his entire body covered in red skin, carrying a black sword, followed by a fiery creature, and holding a severed head in one hand. With this appearance, he couldn't explain himself to anyone.
As he walked towards the Sealord's Palace, residents, assassins, and soldiers all automatically cleared a path, and he moved through the streets without any obstruction.
Holding Viserys's head, Wright looked at his face. He hadn't expected the man to die protecting his sister Daenerys. Wright had thought he would have fled on his own.
Viserys never knew that when he was beheaded, Daenerys, though obscured from view by the ship's hull, was like a beacon to Wright through his magical senses. He had found their ship thanks to the magical reaction emanating from Daenerys.
At that moment, Wright didn't bother with Daenerys. He hadn't wanted to capture her. Having watched the show, he knew she could hatch dragon eggs, but where were the eggs? Daenerys didn't have the ability to lay dragon eggs.
Wright also let Pantos Magister Illyrio go. He was the key to obtaining the dragon eggs in the future. He was the one who would deliver the three dragon eggs.
When Illyrio escaped, he probably thought Wright hadn't noticed him. With his corpulent body and association with the Targaryen siblings, Wright had immediately guessed his identity when he first saw him.
As a child at the Citadel, Wright had read Archmaester Gyldayn's Fire & Blood, Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros, which recounted how Queen Rhaena Targaryen's three dragon eggs were stolen by her lesbian lover, Elissa Farman, who sold them to the Sealord of braavos, an event that took place in 54 A.C, nearly 250 years ago. Since then, the eggs had disappeared without a trace.
Only Illyrio, with his years of intelligence work in Essos, might have the means to locate them. He also had enough wealth to buy them. Wright had considered capturing him and forcing him to search, but the man was too frail, sickly, and likely wouldn't last long under duress.
Now that Daenerys knew she was immune to fire, and Illyrio was still alive, once they found the dragon eggs, Wright would reunite them with Daenerys, light a fire, and burn them all.
Thinking about the dragon eggs, Wright was reminded of another matter. In the Elder Scrolls game, dragons were fragments of some deity, while in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, the origins of dragons were said to vary. Although their forms were similar, they were smaller, and logically, the two dragons seemed entirely different. But why was he able to absorb dragon souls?
Furthermore, aside from the magical systems of the Children of the Forest and the First Men in the North, skills and magic used by magic users like the Warlocks of Myr and the assassins of the House of Black and White in Braavos all seemed to follow their own systems. And the origin of all this was the Valyrian Empire.
Wright couldn't make sense of it now. Lost in thought, he found himself at the Sealord's Palace.
Wright had stayed in the Sealord's Palace for a while. Though the guards had changed color, they still recognized him and willingly cleared the way.
Nearby the Palace, he didn't see the Sealord, so Wright summoned the fire sprite and made his way to the scribe's room.
"Scribe!" Seeing no one, Wright shouted.
"I'm here! Oh, it's Lord Wright! How can I assist you?" The scribe hurried over.
Thud, Wright threw Viserys' severed head onto the desk.
"In the name of Wright Baratheon, write a letter to the King of the Seven Kingdoms: Robert Baratheon."
The scribe, seeing the severed head but unfazed, sat down, quickly preparing the parchment, and started writing based on Wright's instructions. After finishing the opening lines, he glanced at the head, then at Wright.
"This is the head of Viserys Targaryen, the last male member of the former royal house of the Seven Kingdoms. I personally executed him."
The scribe, proficient in several languages, quickly wrote in the Common Tongue of Westeros and handed over the letter for Wright's signature.
Wright extended his finger toward the signing area on the parchment, and arcs of electricity wrapped around it. The sizzling sound was heard as the signature burned into the parchment, creating unique marks that were difficult to imitate in this world. This way, Rwnly and the people in the magic school would be able to verify its authenticity.
"Send this letter as soon as possible. You can handle the head yourself," Wright said as he turned to leave, sword in hand, heading to find the Sealord to settle the score.
By sending the letter through the scribe, Wright intended for the news to spread. Viserys' death had to be made public for it to be of any value! If he quietly died in the sewers, a fake might pop up someday.
Once the death of the last male Targaryen was known, many people would quiet down for a time. The inheritance rights of the female members of the family were always weaker in this world, and people would likely begin to focus on her marriage and children instead.
Back in his old guest room, Wright changed into a new set of clothes and headed straight for the Sealord's chambers.
At the door, the Sealord's bodyguard, Qarro Volentin, stepped forward to block him.
"Lord Wright, the Sealord is gravely ill and cannot meet with anyone."
"As long as he's not dead, I'm seeing him today." Wright slapped Qarro Volentin's hand aside and pushed open the door to the chambers.
"Lord Wright, please leave the chambers immediately!" Qarro Volentin drew his sword, and several other guards followed suit.
Wright, already intent on confronting the Sealord, was enraged by the guards' interference. He used his magic to lock their throats, snapping their necks, then grabbed Qarro Volentin by the neck and lifted him before kicking him in the stomach.
Qarro Volentin was sent flying into the Sealord's chambers, crashing into a screen, knocking over a table, and finally landing beside the Sealord's bed, curled on the floor.
"Help! Help!"
Wright approached, seeing the Sealord lying in bed, pale and anxious, unable to move.
"Is it you, Wright? Qarro Volentin tried to seize my throne. He poisoned my food, and now I can't move at all. All the orders are from him. Please, save me."
"Oh? Your bodyguard certainly has a lot of nerve, it seems."
Wright drew the Dark Sisters, using his magic to lock Qarro Volentin's throat, lifting him back before him.
"Ferrego Antaryon is a coward! He doesn't deserve to be the Sealord!" Qarro Volentin painfully uttered.
Wright swung his sword, and Qarro Volentin's head fell to the floor.
"Wright, he must have the antidote, please save me," the Sealord seemed to be writhing in agony from the poison.
Wright didn't search for the antidote. Instead, he climbed onto the Sealord's bed, standing over him and looking down. Then, gripping the sword hilt with both hands, he pointed the tip at the Sealord's heart.
"If anyone else might have been fooled, you forget that I was bestowed with the title of Archnester by the Citadel. I am well-versed in the customs and systems of every land. Even if Qarro Volentin poisoned you to death, he could never become Sealord. Did you really think I didn't know that the Sealord is elected by the nobility of Braavos?"
"Ah!!" The sword tip slowly pressed down, piercing the Sealord's chest. Blood quickly soaked through Ferrego's clothes.
Ferrego was in excruciating pain. The bodyguard he arranged for the coup attempt had failed, and now, even if Wright killed him, the blame would fall on Qarro Volentin, and Wright would gain the credit for executing the traitor.
"Damn Myles Toyne and his stupid idea! He ruined me!"
The nearby guards had already been removed by himself. Now, paralyzed by the poison and unable to move, Ferrego could only howl in agony, helplessly watching as the Dark Sisters slowly sank into his body.
Wright looked into his eyes. "Myles Toyne is already well-roasted!"