"I have a family of ghosts… that's surprisingly unusual, even with all the madness of this universe." Alysanne Targaryen, Grand Regent of the Imperium of Humanity.
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Alysanne became the target of the people present. Everyone wanted to pamper the girl with all their might. Visenya, in particular, smiled constantly. She raised, taught, and educated Aenar when he was little. It could be said that Aenar was her son; now that this son had a daughter, she was naturally her granddaughter.
"You look like your father as a child, though you are naughtier than him." Visenya, who had Alysanne on her lap, spoke in a gentle tone, something even Aenar rarely heard.
Alysanne gradually understood the identities of the people in this room. She couldn't help but gasp in shock at seeing the people she read about in books actually talking to her.
Visenya I Targaryen, the Warrior Queen and First Wife of Aegon the Conqueror.
Rhaenys I Targaryen, the Beautiful Queen and Second Wife of Aegon the Conqueror.
Jaehaerys I Targaryen, the Old King and He Who Created the Golden Age of House Targaryen.
Alysanne I Targaryen, the Good Queen and She Who Created Laws and Developed the Entire Kingdom Alongside Her Husband.
They were important men and women who began the Targaryen dynasty over Westeros. However, they should be dead, or so Alysanne thought. Looking at her father, she was sure this was her father's doing. Only a god had methods to resurrect the dead.
"They are still dead; I merely brought their consciousness to this place. They are still dead in the present, but they are still alive in the past." Aenar said with a smile. He knew his words were difficult to understand, especially for a child, but he said them nonetheless.
Her father's words continued to echo in her mind, but the more she repeated what he said, the more confused she became. Shaking her head, she put these thoughts aside.
She adopted a simple logic.
My father is amazing!
Yes, it was normal for her father to bring the dead to the land of the living.
Aenar could guess the thoughts passing through his daughter's young mind. Stroking the girl's head, he didn't continue the subject and looked at everyone with a relaxed gaze.
Being with family was relaxing; he didn't need to display the aura of a superior being or remain eternally indifferent.
"How is the war?" Jaehaerys looked at Aenar and asked in a calm tone. There was no commanding tone or any strong tone as if Aenar were a vassal, just a simple, calm question.
"I killed Robert, I killed the Night King." Aenar said in a simple tone. An image appeared for everyone to see; it was the fight between Aenar and Robert. Everyone watched with excited looks. After all, Robert was the usurper who took the Targaryen House from the Throne; they wanted him dead at all costs.
"He is a great warrior." Visenya commented with rare praise, seeing the spectacular fight unfolding before her. Although she had a great antipathy towards the Baratheon boy, this did not detract from the boy's qualities.
"He looks like our good father." Jaehaerys said with a sarcastic tone, remembering his mother's second husband. The man tried to control him and Alysanne, but he soon made Lord Baratheon know his place.
However, knowing the consequences of the future, he should have taken the chance to exterminate the entire Baratheon House.
Rhaenys and Alysanne watched in silence, both drinking a glass of wine as they watched the brutal fight between the two kings with interest. Was there better entertainment than this?
Alysanne looked at the fight and was shocked to see her omnipotent and omniscient father fighting a man. Seeing him hurting her father, she clenched her fists and promised to teach that man a lesson.
However, she soon noticed the yellow sun in the air and was even more surprised. Although her mother said the sun was yellow, it was difficult to associate the color yellow when she had only seen the red sun in her life.
The last scene was Aenar killing Robert with his sword.
Lyanna, who watched everything in silence, bit her lips. She showed a complex look. She didn't hate Robert, but she came to hate him after he took the love of her life.
However, seeing his death didn't bring the happiness she expected. In the end, she and Rhaegar were dead, and the pleasurable feeling of revenge didn't exist. There was only an empty and dull feeling.
"Good combat." Visenya said with a satisfied tone. Aenar absorbed all the training he received and became a great warrior. Powerful enough to defeat any warrior she knew.
Aenar didn't comment and showed the fight against the Night King and the Apostle of Plague. Compared to Robert's fight, this seemed like a fight of gods.
Everyone's eyes widened seeing the red dragon and the dragon made of rotten flesh fighting in the air. The fight between Aenar, the Night King, and the Apostle of Plague was even crazier. Each of their blows could change the environment; to mortals, they were no different from gods.
Alysanne looked at her father fighting bravely against the monsters with an excited and adoring look. It was her first time seeing her father's powers; she finally understood why House Targaryen were gods.
Seeing his daughter looking at him with admiration, Aenar, as a father, felt a pride that every father would feel seeing his son or daughter see him as the most powerful person in the world. He let out a laugh and winked at her, making her even happier.
However, looking back at the image showing his fight, Aenar sighed and changed the image, showing the yellow sun gradually being tinged with red and the world losing its light.
"Honestly, the fight with the Night King was not the end, but the beginning of the Long Night." Aenar said in a calm tone, remembering the day the Long Night began, a major flaw in his plans.
Everyone's expressions became mortified upon seeing the consequences of the Long Night. Without sunlight, almost all plant life died, and with it, all crops. Not only that, the terrible and deadly cold killed everyone without any distinction. Along with the monsters, the situation of the human race was… difficult to say the least.
"These damned gods!!!" Lyanna said in an extremely irritated tone. She knew the reason for the Long Night and knew that this was the way the gods used to prevent humans from continuing to reproduce.
Lyanna's anger was shared by everyone present. They finally understood how terrible the gods were. They didn't treat humans as humans; they treated humanity as cattle, which could be slaughtered at any time.
"You worked hard, Aenar." Visenya said with a tone of regret and sadness. She finally understood the look in Aenar's eyes when she first saw him. It was a look that carried all the weight of humanity on his small shoulders.
"It's alright, it's my duty." Aenar replied in a calm tone. He didn't seem bothered by his fate at all. He had already accepted what he would become and would only continue to walk his Golden Path. There was no way for him to turn back, and he would definitely never let his family bear this burden for him.
Everyone looked at the incredibly tall man before them with complex expressions; there was admiration for the strong, admiration for his determination, admiration for his mentality. They wondered if they would do the same as Aenar if they were in his place, but they presumed they would hardly be so calm or even so determined.
After all, this was a fight of a mortal against gods. Power was important, but determination and mentality were more important, for without these two things, the fight couldn't even begin.
Aenar certainly saw their admiration, but merely rolled his eyes and didn't comment much. He felt no pride in making these people admire him. If he sought the admiration of others, he would have taken another path.
"I initiated the First Great Crusade. At this moment, my legions are fighting hordes of monsters while conquering every piece of land on the Continent of Essos. In twenty-two years, this continent will once again belong to a House of Dragonlords." Aenar said in a relaxed tone as he manifested a glass of wine for himself to drink.
He made a glass of wine for everyone, including his own daughter, but it was just grape juice without a drop of alcohol.
"Isn't it better to calm internal affairs?" Jaehaerys asked with a confused tone. Knowing that Aenar had the advantage, he didn't see why to initiate expansionism at such a delicate moment.
"I know, but I have to make these gods spend divine energy, or I will have to face gods full of divine energy. Killing a god is already difficult; killing a god full of energy is even more difficult."
Aenar continued speaking in a helpless tone.
"I was lucky to kill the God of Seven Faces, as I had the element of surprise, but this method won't work a second time. The gods know I can kill them, and at any sign of danger, they will return to their dimension."
Jaehaerys understood Aenar's strategy. It was nothing more than killing a tired enemy after a long fight. It could be said that it was nothing innovative, but these older tactics always work well.
When were great warriors killed in moments of exhaustion?
"I won't say good luck, as I feel that's disrespectful to your deeds, but try to be more cautious. These gods won't stand idly by watching their powers being consumed by you. They haven't just sent these hordes of monsters. It's very likely that they will assume human forms and try to kill you." Jaehaerys advised Aenar in a calm and analytical tone.
As a man who had been on the throne for over fifty years, he was at the height of conspiracies. A rabbit will bite when cornered, much less gods who have always been at the top of the world.
Aenar nodded his head, listening to Jaehaerys' analysis, and showed no sense of urgency; he knew more than anyone that this was just the beginning. These gods would never let his plans materialize.
"I know, but I want them to come to me." Aenar said with a wicked smile. The gods liked to conspire; he also liked to conspire against the gods.
Seeing the villainous smile on his face, Visenya was speechless. That was not the smile of a king, but she remained silent, remembering that Aenar's enemies were not humans, but true gods.
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