GOT King of Dragon

The friend he had just met had left without saying goodbye, leaving Rhaegar with an indescribable feeling. 

He hadn't even had the chance to talk much. 

"I wanted to take a few more rides on it," Rhaegar joked with Erik. 

"If fate allows, perhaps you'll meet again," Erik replied with a faint smile. 

With that, and after ensuring the little prince had calmed down, Erik stood to handle the wild chicken's corpse. 

Watching Erik in his white robe, Rhaegar pursed his lips and took a big drink from the waterskin nearby. 

"Ah~ I feel alive again," he sighed. 

With his throat soothed, Rhaegar suddenly recalled the system notification he'd heard before passing out. 

"Was it just my imagination?" 

With a thought, the system panel appeared before him. 

**[Rhaegar Targaryen]** 

- **Talents:** Dreamer (Gold), Longevity (Green) 

- **Bloodline:** Ancient Valyrian Dragonlord (+10%) 

- **Skills:** Ancient Valyrian (Mastery) … 

- **Relics:** Blood and Fire Alike (Flame Resistance +50%) 

- **Evaluation:** "Lucky boy, you've made a generous friend." 

Staring at the small text on the system panel, Rhaegar's eyes widened. 

"A new talent, Longevity?" 

Blinking rapidly, he double-checked to ensure he hadn't misread. 

"It really is a new talent!" 

His heart pounded, and Rhaegar clutched his chest, overcome with excitement. 

"Longevity… does this mean I can really live to be 100?" 

Rhaegar was well aware of his frail body. While not completely broken, it was as good as half-crippled. 

As his heart raced faster, Rhaegar's hands and feet grew cold, but his joy only increased. 

His weakness stemmed from organ failure. 

That was why a short walk left him breathless, and a slight surge of emotion caused his heart to falter. 

Now, it felt as though his heart might leap out of his chest. 

Yet he experienced only slight discomfort. 

Even his hands and feet showed no trembling. 

"Ha ha, I can live to be 100! This damned frailty won't kill me anymore!" 

Finally healed after a long period of illness, Rhaegar couldn't contain his surging emotions and suddenly burst out laughing. 

Erik, who had just finished plucking the chicken, was startled by the sudden laughter as he was about to start roasting it. 

Turning around, he saw the little prince rolling on the ground, laughing uncontrollably. 

Rhaegar's arms flailed wildly, scattering dirt all around in his joy. 

The overwhelming excitement overwhelmed the young prince's mind, driving him to this chaotic outburst. 

If he didn't let it out, he might have gone mad. 

Though, in Erik's eyes, Rhaegar already looked like a little lunatic. 

"Seven hells, give me a break," Erik muttered with a sigh. 

Abandoning the roasting, he went to check on the little prince. 

Having just woken from unconsciousness, the last thing he needed was for Rhaegar to lose his mind. 

Sneaking the prince out was already enough to warrant the king's wrath. 

If he returned with a crazed little prince, the king would surely take his head. 

"Dear brother, I hope this doesn't drag you into trouble," Erik prayed silently, hoping that if he were executed, his brother Alec would remain unscathed. 

... 

As it turned out, Erik had worried for nothing. 

After letting Rhaegar vent his emotions for about ten minutes, the boy tired himself out. 

Now he lay quietly on the ground, completely spent. 

When Erik asked why he had laughed so much, he received only one response: 

"A cripple throwing away his crutch—isn't that worth celebrating?" 

Erik didn't understand. 

But he did realize the little prince seemed to be recovering well. 

At least, there was no sign of fainting or madness. 

"My head's safe for now," Erik muttered, shaking his head. 

Targaryens and their strange thoughts were beyond him. 

He decided to focus on finishing the roast chicken and dealing with the immediate need for dinner. 

Rhaegar lay quietly on the white robe Erik had spread out, his thoughts drifting. 

He considered many things: 

The system's evaluation of a "generous friend"... 

The white stag Erik mentioned, which had fed him a red fruit... 

The steadily increasing Ancient Valyrian Dragonlord bloodline displayed on the panel... 

He flipped through the system panel once again. 

The system detected that the white deer is a rare species and capable of exploration.

While Rhaegar lay unconscious in its embrace, the exploration was automatically completed.

The red fruit was the exploration reward.

**[Magical Creature: White Deer]**

Exploration Progress: "100%"

"Auto-picking up relics, scanning..."

"Scan successful. Classified as an Epic Relic: Blessing of Auspiciousness."

"Activate the relic?"

"Relic auto-activation in progress."

"Congratulations, the Blessing of Auspiciousness has been successfully activated. You have obtained..."

**[Longevity]**

Grade: Good (Green)

Effect: A sacred beast's blessing for a new friend, capable of fulfilling the most heartfelt wishes.

Evaluation: "The red grapes are too sweet; tangy and sweet oranges suit the taste better..."

Seeing the personal touch in the evaluation, Rhaegar couldn't help but smile sincerely.

The disappointment of the white deer's silent departure was completely dispelled.

"Thank you, my dear friend," Rhaegar silently offered his gratitude to the white deer.

At the same time, he noticed a blind spot.

The blessing of the sacred beast was classified as epic.

Yet, the activated relic, **[Longevity]**, was only of good grade.

Compared to **[Bloodfire Synergy]**, which was legendary grade, or even the superior **[Proficiency in Ancient Valyrian]**, this was far less impressive.

After some thought, Rhaegar attributed it to the nature of a "blessing."

Deep down, what Rhaegar desired most was a healthy body.

The blessing targeted exactly that, granting him the health and longevity of **[Longevity]**.

Looking up at the crescent moon in the night sky, a sense of relief Rhaegar had never felt before filled his eyes, and even the dark circles under them seemed to fade.

"From tonight onward, from this very moment, I am no longer a sickly person."

"A Rhaegar Targaryen free of the threat of an early death will bring this world a legend worthy of being sung for millennia."

Raising his fist high above his head, Rhaegar made a silent vow.

He would let the world know his name!

Nearby, as she cooked, Elisse sniffed the golden-brown roast chicken, a puzzled expression crossing her face.

"Strange, it's not burnt?"

...

The next day.

At dawn, a groggy Rhaegar was hoisted onto a horse's back, mumbling "dragonfire" in his sleep.

Walking along the path back to the camp, Elick smirked. "As expected of a Targaryen child, dreaming about riding dragons."

The morning dew gradually disappeared as the sun climbed higher in the sky.

Around 8 a.m., Elisse, riding a black horse, appeared at the camp entrance.

"Elick, you're finally back."

Before they could enter the camp, a figure darted out from the corner, a voice filled with surprise.

Rhaegar, now fully awake, turned his gaze and saw a face identical to Elick's.

No need to guess.

This was Elick's twin brother, Aryck Cargyll.

Aryck, looking anxious, grabbed the reins before his brother could respond and demanded, "Where did you go yesterday?"

Faced with his brother's anger, Elick dismounted with Rhaegar in his arms and replied helplessly, "What do you think?"

Aryck grew even more furious. "The king ordered you to bring Prince Rhaegar for an audience, yet you snuck him out of camp. That alone is enough for the king to order you hanged!"

Elick's expression turned complicated. His lips moved, but he only sighed in the end.

Yesterday's events were too bizarre; he was struggling to process them himself, let alone explain them to his inflexible brother.

Sensing Elick's difficulty, Rhaegar stepped in. "Ser Aryck, it was my request that your brother take me out of the camp. It wasn't his decision."

Aryck looked down at Rhaegar, who wasn't even as tall as his legs, and lowered his voice. "Your Highness, I'm not accusing you, but the king waited for you and the princess all day yesterday and was furious beyond measure.

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Hearing the subtle undertone in Aryck's words, Rhaegar replied sincerely, "Don't worry. I understand your concern for your brother, and I will do everything I can to defend Ser Elick.

"This matter started because of me, and I will bear all the consequences."

(End of Chapter)