Inside the pyramid in Meereen, the situation was now completely reversed.
Inside the hall, there was singing and dancing, with beautiful women everywhere, while outside the hall, ravens from various factions across Westeros circled, seeking aid.
"Where has the Night King reached?"
Viserys Targaryen lay comfortably on a tiger-skin recliner, holding a glass of red wine.
He remained calm, despite the indignant expressions of all the civil and military officials.
"Brother, your people are suffering a catastrophe of death!"
Daenerys Targaryen, dressed in a transparent white gown, advised Viserys Targaryen, "As descendants of the true dragon, shouldn't we save them from their plight?"
This was not the first time she had advised Viserys Targaryen!
Although she did not understand the full extent of the tragedy in Westeros, over the past three months, ships fleeing across the Narrow Sea had become increasingly busy.
Tickets for ships from Blackwater Bay in King's Landing to Pentos had been scalped to the point of one gold dragon per ticket.
And even then, they were priceless!
"Alas, my sister is still too kind!"
Viserys Targaryen rubbed his forehead helplessly.
He would not listen to his sister Daenerys's feminine compassion and carelessly abandon his grand strategy!
After all, Khal Drogo had died because of that woman's kindness!
The next moment, Viserys Targaryen waved his hand, turned over, and said, "Hmm, I've been fighting wars for half my life. What's wrong with enjoying myself? Keep the music and dancing going!"
"Your Majesty, as a monarch, how can you disregard your people?"
Brienne of Tarth stood behind him, questioning him with a serious expression.
Hearing this, Viserys Targaryen frowned.
As Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, they were solely responsible for protecting the safety of the royal family and had no right to dictate state affairs.
Brienne of Tarth's behavior was clearly overstepping her bounds!
"Alas, it's not good when everyone around you is too upright!"
Viserys Targaryen sighed.
He now understood why many kings liked to keep treacherous officials.
Because loyal officials would defy the king, while treacherous officials would obey the strong!
Many of his nobles came from Westeros.
Now that the people of Westeros were in distress, his subordinates were naturally restless.
From the initial proposals in the Small Council to the current attempts at 'pillow talk,' Viserys Targaryen had keenly sensed the abnormality!
"Your Majesty, the Red Priestess Melisandre seeks an audience outside the pyramid!"
Magister Illyrio of Pentos stepped forward and said.
As the kingdom's treasurer, he had made a fortune from selling ship tickets and profiteering from the national disaster this time.
Many Westerosi nobles were begging to give him gifts, just to secure a place in Pentos in the future.
Now, he was truly as rich as a kingdom!
As a member of the Small Council, he was the least willing for Viserys Targaryen to save Westeros.
Hearing this, Viserys Targaryen suddenly sat up straight.
What was this priestess of the lord of light doing in his city of Meereen, instead of fighting the Night King on the front lines?
"Bring her in quickly, I want to see her!"
Viserys Targaryen instantly perked up.
He took the valyrian steel crown, passed down through generations of the Targaryen Dynasty, and propped himself up.
Seeing Viserys Targaryen's interest, Magister Illyrio reluctantly agreed, his face bitter.
He had refused the fat man claiming to be Randal Tarly's son, and he had also refused the envoy seeking aid from Dorne.
He never expected this inconspicuous old woman to be granted an audience with Viserys Targaryen.
"Damn it, I won't be able to make any more money later!"
Magister Illyrio sniffed, filled with regret.
For every day he delayed sending troops, he would reap a large sum of gold dragons!
Guided by a soldier, the Red Priestess Melisandre finally walked in.
Looking at the Red Priestess Melisandre before him, she was emaciated, with white hair, appearing to be well over a hundred years old!
This was completely different from what he had imagined.
"How did you end up looking like this?"
Viserys Targaryen frowned.
Hearing this, Melisandre did not explain.
She said urgently, "Your Majesty, the Long Night is coming, and the Night King and the Others are about to rule the world!"
At this point, she was already somewhat disoriented.
Hearing this, Viserys Targaryen suddenly opened his golden eyes, and a line of High Valyrian script appeared before him.
Melisandre, priestess of the lord of light,
Spirit: 30 (continuously declining)
Constitution: 15 (lamp oil running out)
Agility: 5 (decrepit)
Strength: 7 (powerless)
Magic: 0 (fishing to exhaustion)
"You are the reincarnation of Azor Ahai, the savior destined to defeat cold and darkness. You should not be here!"
The Red Priestess said breathlessly.
Just these few sentences seemed to have drained all her strength.
Hearing this, Viserys Targaryen merely sneered, "How many people have you said that to? Robert or Stannis?"
At these words, Melisandre was so ashamed she could barely breathe: "I... I did misjudge the will of the gods and mistook the prince!"
"But the gods are never wrong!"
Even though her life force was dwindling, Melisandre's eyes were still filled with religious fervor.
"To hatch a dragon eggs with dark magic, you burned my innocent great-granduncle to death,"
"The hatched Hatchling Dragon later destroyed The Wall, causing people to be displaced."
"Red Priestess, your sins are heinous!"
Viserys Targaryen said with a grim face, "I, Viserys Targaryen III, hereby declare your death!"
At these words, everyone fell silent.
With a great enemy outside, Viserys Targaryen not only offered her no help but instead intended to judge this exceptionally capable priestess.
"Brother... no, Your Majesty, you can let her atone for her sins!"
Daenerys Targaryen urged anxiously.
She had heard stories from across the Narrow Sea.
Without Melisandre's magical assistance, Robert Baratheon's army would have been completely annihilated by the Night King long ago.
Even so, these usurpers, Robert and his forces, were barely holding on.
They had not only lost the entire North, but now even the Vale and Riverlands were almost indefensible.
It was clear to everyone that his defeat was only a matter of time!
Listening to Viserys Targaryen's judgment, Melisandre closed her eyes in pain.
Her life had been dedicated to fighting the Night King and spreading the miracles of the lord of light, yet unexpectedly, she had ultimately dragged all of humanity into a bottomless abyss.
"Your Majesty, I misinterpreted the will of the lord of light, and I truly deserve to die ten thousand times over. But only you in this world can protect humanity. These are my magic gem and spellbook; I hope they can offer you some help!"
Hearing this, the Red Priestess Melisandre was not afraid; instead, she looked relieved!
"Dragonflame!"
Viserys Targaryen's eyes narrowed, and he shouted loudly.
The next moment, the Red Priestess Melisandre was instantly reduced to dust by the golden flames of the sun, leaving only the ruby from her necklace and her spellbook to fall before Viserys Targaryen.
"What a beautiful woman, what a waste of talent, so unromantic!"
The person had not yet arrived, but his voice preceded him.
Viserys Targaryen looked expressionlessly at the swaggering man who stepped forward, "After waiting so long, your Prince of Dorne is finally willing to come? Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper!"