The dragon has three heads!"
An ancient sigh echoed in Viserys Targaryen's mind.
Viserys Targaryen suddenly opened his eyes, only to find himself lying on a dilapidated small boat, unable to move.
The sea churned, and the fishing boat bobbed up and down on the waves.
When the strong man carrying a hammer turned his face to Viserys Targaryen, he couldn't help but gasp.
"You're awake, Your Majesty..."
The man knelt on one knee, his voice trembling, and even his breathing became rapid.
Viserys Targaryen opened his eyes, and a faint fire burned in his violet pupils.
He coughed up a mouthful of salty seawater and asked, "Who are you? Where is this?"
"To answer Your Majesty, this is outside Blackwater Bay in King's Landing. I fished you out of the sea!"
The man replied honestly, "My name is Gendry. I've been a blacksmith in King's Landing since I was a child!"
"How do you know who I am?"
Viserys Targaryen frowned uneasily.
At this moment, he was unarmed, and there was not even a trace of magic within him.
Even more terrifying, he couldn't even sense the existence of Yangyan!
"Your clothes are embroidered with the Targaryen Family's unique three-headed fire dragon banner, and there's a true dragon emblem on your chest..."
Gendry dared not conceal anything, bowing his head and hastily explaining, "Silver hair and purple eyes, it's hard to mistake you!"
Hearing this, Viserys Targaryen couldn't help but become curious: "Why didn't you take me to the usurper for gold dragons?"
Upon hearing this, Gendry immediately trembled with fear, lowering his head and saying, "I wouldn't dare, Your Majesty. King's Landing has already been reclaimed by the Targaryen Family. Who would dare to oppose the Targaryen Family, who has dragons?"
Listening to Gendry's honest reply, Viserys Targaryen finally relaxed.
Not long after, with Gendry's help, Viserys Targaryen finally set foot on the road to The Red Keep again.
Compared to having to flee King's Landing multiple times before, he was now in high spirits.
At this moment, he was the king who defeated Death and saved the world, watched by all.
Even draped in a coarse linen cloak, he was still the king everyone hoped for!
News traveled faster than ravens.
Before the Gold Cloaks arrived, many original residents of King's Landing had already appeared along the way to behold Viserys Targaryen's true face.
As Viserys Targaryen, wrapped in Gendry's coarse cloth cloak, stepped through the Mud Gate of King's Landing, many fishermen peered out from under leaky eaves.
"It's His Majesty Viserys!"
A flower girl suddenly shrieked, scattering the marigolds in her arms all over the ground.
This cry spread like wildfire through the entire street.
Tailors pulled back their shop awnings, mothers rushed to windows with their infants, and the Seven Gods rosary in the old monk's hand clattered into the puddles.
They poured out of crooked wooden buildings, ran from fishy-smelling docks, and gathered from smoky bakeries.
"The true dragon has returned!"
The crowd began to cheer.
Countless commoners flocked around Viserys Targaryen, and maidens threw freshly picked wildflowers onto the path he walked.
Facing the gaze of the people of King's Landing, Gendry's hand, which was supporting Viserys Targaryen, trembled slightly.
As a commoner who had been an obscure blacksmith in King's Landing for many years, this was his first time enjoying such attention.
How he wished he were also a member of the royal family, to be surrounded and admired by everyone like the stars around the moon.
Viserys Targaryen expressionlessly swept his gaze over the excited faces.
At this moment, all the people of King's Landing held their breath.
The setting sun happened to pierce through a gap in the clouds, gilding the wet streets.
When they turned the last corner and the towers of The Red Keep rose into view, the cheers of all King's Landing had merged into a thunderous roar.
At this time, the great hall of The Red Keep was already brightly lit with candles.
Upon learning of Viserys Targaryen's safe return, all the ministers of the Targaryen Family gathered together in celebration.
The first to arrive was Edmure Tully, the former son of the protector of Riverlands.
He unbuckled his sword, knelt on the hard stone slab, and closed his eyes: "Your Majesty, Riverlands submits to you."
Looking at the nobles who had once participated in the rebellion, Viserys Targaryen said nothing, only lightly tapped the twisted blades on the iron throne with his fingers.
The tapping echoed in the silent hall, like a countdown pendulum.
Next came the envoy from The Reach—Loras Tyrell.
He knelt on one knee, his voice trembling, "House Tyrell pledges continued loyalty to the true dragon."
Then came the knights from the Vale, their armor still stained with snowmelt from the Land of Everlasting Winter.
The most surprising was Renly Baratheon.
He walked in alone, the stag antler brooch on his splendid clothes askew.
This duke, who was often proud of his birth, was now as humble as a servant.
"The Stormlands, no, the House Baratheon,"
Renly Baratheon knelt on one knee, his voice for the first time losing its usual composure, "acknowledges your rule."
Upon hearing this, Viserys Targaryen finally moved.
He slowly stood up, his soaked silver hair clinging to his cheeks, and his purple eyes swept over the nobles kneeling on the ground: "It's never too late to mend the fold after the sheep are lost, and it's not too late to surrender! Judgment will come after the Targaryen Family reclaims all human territories of the Seven Kingdoms!"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the nobles who had intricate ties with the usurper breathed a sigh of relief and settled down.
No one was a match for the Night King, and naturally no one dared to resist Viserys Targaryen, who had defeated the Night King.
After the scourge of the wights, all the commoners and nobles of the Seven Kingdoms realized that a Mad King was far more trustworthy than an incommunicable god of death.
Fortunately, Viserys Targaryen was not the Mad King.
Robert Baratheon, the leader of the usurper, was still imprisoned in Meereen and had not yet been executed!
Compared to completely crushing the rebel armies of the Seven Kingdoms with military force, it was clear that letters and ravens were more effective than swords!
Through Viserys Targaryen's battle with the Lord of Everlasting Winter, all the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms witnessed that Viserys Targaryen's power had long surpassed that of an ordinary Dragon King, comparable to a god.
Viserys Targaryen could even sink a massive Dragonstone by himself!
One might ask, throughout the Seven Kingdoms, who would dare to contend with him?
"Your Majesty, a raven has arrived. While the Night King attacked King's Landing, the army of Others separately broke through Storm's End and Casterly Rock. Stannis Baratheon and Tywin Lannister fled in a panic and are currently unaccounted for!"
"Unaccounted for?"
Viserys Targaryen frowned uneasily.
With the Baratheon Dynasty on the verge of collapse, he did not believe that anyone could escape his capture.
"Offer a hefty reward, arrest the traitors throughout the entire Seven Kingdoms!"
"Yes!"
As Viserys Targaryen's royal decree was issued, a bloody storm immediately swept across the Seven Kingdoms.