Chapter 395: The Kings' Conference

The atmosphere became tense as Viserys's words fell upon the ears of the two men before him.

Eddard raised his Valyrian steel sword, Ice, positioning himself in front of Robert, his voice low as he suggested his good brother make a retreat.

"Robert."

However, Robert Baratheon, standing beside him, showed no intention of turning tail and running, nor did he raise his warhammer, Storm.

Although he was a brute, he didn't believe Viserys would attack at this moment. After all, with the dragon nearby, a single blast of dragon fire could reduce them both to ashes.

Still, Robert's tone was somewhat resentful.

"Hmph, lad, you're quite confident."

"If it weren't for the dragon..."

Robert himself was a battle-hardened warrior with extraordinary strength. Now in his prime at over thirty years old, he naturally felt a bit indignant at being looked down upon by a young knight in his late teens.

Viserys, too, removed his Valyrian steel helmet and held it in his arms, revealing a clean, handsome face. His silver-gold hair shimmered in the sunlight. Hearing Robert's words, he slightly turned his head to look at him.

"And what?"

"If there were no dragon, would you like to try?"

With his current strength, killing the two men before him would be as easy as turning his hand. When Balerion had landed just now, he could have burned them both to death with a single breath of dragon fire.

The main culprits of the Usurper's War indeed deserved to die, but now was not the best time to kill them.

Viserys had given them a chance - that was when he landed in Westeros. If they had surrendered and bent the knee, he might have allowed Robert to retain his dukedom of Storm's End.

However, Robert ignored his goodwill. Once he landed in Westeros with his army, the main culprits of the Usurper's War must face the judgment of the law.

Treason was punishable by death under the laws of the Seven Kingdoms.

Of course, they also had the option of donning the black and serving a life sentence in the Night's Watch, with no possibility of parole.

But whether this option would be applicable during the trial would depend on the will of the king himself.

If the king was determined to see the traitors die, then even if they wanted to don the black, it would be useless.

Viserys would not kill the two men before him himself. That would be too easy for them and would not serve as a deterrent or a warning to others.

He would defeat the alliance led by the wolf, stag, fish, and falcon, then hold a fair and open trial for all the rebels in King's Landing, list their crimes, and punish them according to their sins. Only in this way could their deaths serve the greatest purpose.

Robert, however, was choked by Viserys's words. His face turned slightly red, feeling a great humiliation.

The issue of the Targaryen remnants across the Narrow Sea was what he cared about most while sitting on the Iron Throne.

In recent years, he had naturally heard about the rapid rise of the Targaryen family, the establishment of the 'City of Wood', the successive conquest of the Andals and the Rhoynar, the myth of capturing a city with only two hundred men, capturing the Mountain, killing the Faceless Man, defeating the alliance of five Dothraki Khals.

Viserys's name was even somewhat mystically passed down among the rangers and mercenaries of Essos, and he was faintly referred to as the first swordsman among the Free Cities.

Such a title almost reached the peak of human personal strength, and the one who had this honor before was the First Swordsman of Braavos.

After being choked by Viserys's words, Robert did not impulsively challenge Viserys.

"Hmph."

Robert grunted in frustration but did not continue on Viserys's topic. Instead, he looked up and down at the silver-haired youth who had suddenly descended from the sky and saved the allied forces.

The appearance of the other party made him feel familiar, and some past events could not help but resurface in his mind, suddenly feeling a bit of desolation.

"You're not like your father."

Robert looked at Viserys and suddenly said.

Looking at Viserys's face, which was extremely similar to someone in his memory, Robert couldn't help but clench his fist.

However, he knew that the person before him was not the one he remembered. Even though they were brothers...

"You're not like Rhaegar either."

Then Robert shook his head and added.

Eddard, standing by the side, lowered his great sword, looking at his good brother Robert in surprise.

He had never thought that Robert would speak so calmly and peacefully with a Targaryen heir.

Was it because of it?

Eddard looked up. A huge shadow was looming on the ground. Balerion, the Black Dread, was emitting white steam all over his body. His massive form was half-lying on the ground, his crimson eyes scrutinizing the two men before him.

A dragon could make people calm.

...

And in the distance.

All eyes were on this place after the dragon descended from the sky.

The kings' conference.

And Eddard became a foil, because the distance was too far, no one knew what Viserys and Robert were talking about, and with the presence of the dragon, others did not dare to approach easily.

Not long ago, the terrifying scene of the dragon burning the banks of the Green Fork was still fresh in their minds.

At that time, the dragon was their ally, but now if they approached, the dragon would become their enemy, which was something all the survivors of the allied forces did not want to see.

The nobles of the Seven Kingdoms and the soldiers of the allied forces were all anxiously watching this side, fearing that the talks would break down and the two sides would come to blows.

Then they saw that the two kings were safe and sound, and there was no sign of a fight, which relieved them a lot.

"What are the chances of successfully assassinating Viserys with a giant crossbow from here?"

Stannis had dealt with his left hand, which had four fingers bitten off, and looked at his empty left hand, which was still oozing blood.

Then he turned his head and asked his trusted staff, 'Onion Knight' Ser Davos.

And the Onion Knight was still looking at Stannis's left hand in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Then, hearing his words, he was slightly stunned, then seriously pondered for a moment, and actually answered seriously.

"I wouldn't advise you to do that, Lord Stannis."

"The accuracy of the giant crossbow is not high, and they are too close. There's a good chance of accidentally hurting King Robert or Lord Eddard."

"And even if Viserys were assassinated, that dragon..."

Ser Davos answered seriously, but Stannis didn't listen to him.

"Hmph."

The Lord of Dragonstone just chuckled mysteriously, seeming to have something to say but shaking his head, patting Davos on the shoulder, and then walking towards the distance.

And the Onion Knight stood in place, somewhat puzzled, then added another sentence to Stannis's retreating figure.

"Hey, Lord Stannis, we don't have a giant crossbow right now."

And in the distance.

The brief kings' conference was over.

But rather than a conference, it was more like two people standing by the roadside and chatting for a bit, only the tone was not so harmonious.

Then Viserys got back on the dragon.

Balerion let out a low roar, flapped his wings, and flew into the sky.