The quill was scratching across the paper, making a rustling sound.
The lights are bright in the quiet room.
At this moment, there was a noisy sound outside.
"His Majesty."
"His Majesty."
Then there was the sound of chains being opened, the prison door was pushed open, and a silver-haired boy with a handsome face wearing simple clothes walked in from the outside.
The owner of this prison is currently wearing a red robe, sitting at a desk and writing something.
Although Melisandre is living in prison in name, she actually enjoys even better treatment than when she was in the castle. She has good food and drink every day, and it is convenient to wash and bathe.
And because of Rhaenys's preferential treatment, Melisandre still has the opportunity to light a bonfire every night and pray to the Lord of Light.
It was almost the same as the life she once spent in retreat in the red temple.
Bathing, meditating, praying, sleeping, the day passes, and then the cycle starts again.
And during this period of time, Melisandre had nothing to do, and she also successfully developed her first group of followers in Andalos, which were some criminals in this prison and the soldiers guarding it.
Every day when dusk comes, they will also light fires and pray with Melisandre, chant prayers, and pray to R'hllor to grant them dawn.
And Viserys had already been aware of this when he entered this prison.
The guards following him also tightened their grip on the hilt of their swords.
"Are you Melisandre?"
After entering the cell, Viserys asked the soldiers outside to close the door.
He wanted to talk to this woman alone.
Melisandre also put down the quill in her hand at this moment, looking calmly at the boy who once appeared in the flames.
But now he was really standing in front of her.
"Mortal names are not worth mentioning, Your Majesty."
Melisandre said in a calm voice.
"I noticed that the power of the alien god is filling your body. You have been infected by evil and need the power of the true god to purify you."
It was now the dead of night, and it was pitch black outside the prison window.
The candlelight in the room swayed gently, elongating the young man's figure and casting it on the wall behind him.
Viserys raised his brows slightly when he heard what the red-robed witch said.
He had been looking at her up and down since he entered the door, and she indeed perfectly overlapped with the image of the red-robed witch in Viserys's mind.
It is irrefutable that Melisandre is a beauty. She has a delicate face, red eyes, and flaming red hair.
Wearing a red dress that looks very thin, you can feel a hot power from her body.
Melisandre's whole body was filled with temptations that made her hormones rise. However, at this moment, the red-robed witch's face was very solemn.
"What's the meaning?"
Viserys raised his brows. Although his expression was invisible on the surface, he felt a slight shiver in his heart.
He didn't think this was the red-robed witch's deception like other monks.
The only person who can see that his body contains other powers is the red-robed witch, except for the real witch Miri.
Viserys knew very well that this priestess of R'hllor was also someone who really mastered witchcraft, possessed magic, and could even make prophecies.
"I believe you know what I'm talking about. You have already mastered and begun to use this power."
"The power of the evil god is about to invade your flesh, bones, and even soul. If it is not purified, it will be a terrible disaster in the end."
"And I will help you."
Melisandre's voice was calm, but her eyes were more serious than ever.
She once caught a glimpse of Viserys in the flames, but she was still careless after all.
She did not expect that the evil in Viserys was more terrifying than she imagined. She just glanced at the silver-haired boy and felt the sound of thousands of souls wailing.
And just as Melisandre said, Viserys's cheeks were calm, as if he already knew what Melisandre was talking about.
The black mist in his body needs to feed on intelligent souls. It doesn't look like a good thing, but it looks like he is making a deal with the devil.
He kept killing people and absorbing souls, and in exchange, the devil kept giving him power.
One day he may also sell himself to the devil.
However, after Viserys was silent for a long time, he did not ask, 'What should I do?' as Melisandre expected.
Instead, she raised her head slightly and suddenly asked a question that even she didn't expect.
"How old are you this year?"
"Um?"
Melisandre was slightly startled, and then her face, which had always remained calm, became unexpected for the first time.
"Why are you asking this question?"
"Just...curious."
"I heard that witches reveal their true colors when they cast magic."
Viserys answered seriously and seriously.
"She will become old and ugly, like an old witch..."
"No!"
However, before Viserys could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Melisandre.
"Except for very evil curses, almost no witchcraft can make you age!"
"And even if it is a very evil curse that overdraws the source in a short period of time, it can still recover after a period of rest."
Melisandre seemed unable to bear Viserys's description of the witch, and then pulled her cheek in emphasis.
"I've always looked like this, it wasn't changed by witchcraft."
However, Viserys still stood calmly looking at the red robe witch, seemingly not caring about her answer.
And Melisandre, who was a little excited and said these words, also realized something.
"last question."
However, Viserys spoke again at this moment.
"Speaking."
Melisandre calmed down her mood. She felt that she shouldn't be angry over trivial things.
"Did you kill the person?"
After hearing this, Melisandre shook her head, her voice very decisive.
"no."
Viserys heard her categorical denial without saying anything more, and nodded.
Click——
Then he turned around, opened the cell door, and walked out of the cell.
"Let the person go."
...
night.
It's quiet at night.
Viserys released Melisandre due to lack of evidence and allowed her to return to the castle.
Because the previous room had been burned down and the new castle had not yet been built, Viserys, who had just returned, could only choose another room to live in.
Fortunately, Renesi had already solved this problem for him and reserved a room for him in advance, next to the two girls' rooms.
Viserys then returned to his room, took off his coat, and sat tiredly at his desk.
He didn't know whether Mili's death was an accident or a murder, and he couldn't even guarantee that it wasn't the red-haired woman.
Because based on her understanding of this person, she doesn't mind using some dirty means to achieve a certain goal.
But the most important thing is the question of motivation.
Melisandre and Mirri Maz Duur have no grudges, so why do they suddenly want to kill her?
Melisandre is not a lunatic who acts without logic.
Viserys was thinking about these messy things, and then came to his desk.
He left Andalus for more than half a year this time, but came back once in the middle.
Rhaenys helped him handle most of the government affairs, but there were still some that he had to make his own decisions.
For example, this information comes from across the narrow sea, and there is also a personal letter from the Sea King of Braavos.
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Viserys skillfully cut the envelope open with a knife.
However, at this moment, his wrist suddenly stopped slightly.
Because he suddenly noticed that the sealing clay of this letter seemed to have a slight color difference, as if someone had used some means to touch the letter and then used the sealing clay to make up for it again.