GOT King of Dragon

*"Begin the Exploration!"* 

Encountering another exploration task, Rhaegar wasn't going to let it slip by. 

Silently chanting "begin," the progress panel for exploring the dragonhorn dagger appeared. 

**[Valyrian Steel Dagger]** 

Exploration Progress: 2.5% 

"Yes!" 

Rhaegar cheered inwardly, his face breaking into a wide smile. 

When Rhaenyra asked to examine the dragonhorn dagger, Rhaegar refused, feigning fatigue and pitifully claiming he was too tired. 

"Fine, then. Go ahead and cuddle the dagger to sleep, you stingy brat," Rhaenyra huffed. 

Rhaegar rubbed his dark circles, leaning into his sister's embrace while yawning. He promised his father, "I'll return the dagger before we get off the carriage." 

"As you wish, just don't start having nightmares and waving it around," Viserys joked, a hint of relief in his gaze. 

Who knew if it was because he hadn't seen his eldest son in so long? Somehow, Rhaegar seemed more spirited over the past two days—not out of breath after speaking a few sentences. 

As a father, Viserys was delighted. 

--- 

The carriage journey continued. 

From dawn until the sun hung high in the sky. 

**"Exploration complete. Please retrieve the lost relic."** 

The carriage came to a halt just in time. The coachman reined in the gentle white horses with ease. 

Rhaegar was awakened by the system notification, his nose tickling. 

Opening his eyes, he saw Rhaenyra teasing his nose with a strand of her silver hair. 

"Sister, you're so childish," Rhaegar grumbled, propping himself up. 

To his surprise, he found he'd somehow ended up lying on the seat, his head resting on Rhaenyra's lap. 

"We've arrived at the camp. Outside, the ministers are all waiting to welcome us," Rhaenyra said with a sly smile, reminding her brother to compose himself. 

Rhaegar snapped to attention and immediately checked the system panel. 

**[Valyrian Steel Dagger]** 

Exploration Progress: 100% 

Looking at the dragonhorn dagger in his hand, he noticed a glowing blue orb stuck to the horn handle. 

Discreetly glancing around the carriage, Rhaegar confirmed that no one else seemed to notice the conspicuous blue orb. 

"Looks like only I can see it." 

For some reason, Rhaegar felt relieved, even a bit smug. 

He liked this feeling of exclusivity. 

Touching the blue orb, it dissolved into tiny points of light, seeping into his hand like before. 

"Father, here's your dagger back." 

Viserys, adjusting his attire with Alicent's help, took the dagger as Rhaegar handed it over. 

"Let your sister straighten the creases in your clothes. Don't embarrass yourself in front of the ministers," Viserys advised, casually fastening the dagger to his belt. 

Rhaenyra, not particularly gentle, pulled him over with a grin, tidying his rumpled silver hair from sleep. 

Taking advantage of the moment, Rhaegar checked the system panel again. 

**"Relic successfully retrieved. Scanning…"** 

**"Scan complete. Relic identified as Excellent grade: *The Ancestors' Warning.*"** 

**"Would you like to activate this relic?"** 

"Excellent grade?" 

Noticing the panel's new grading system, Rhaegar pondered. 

The last relic, *The Dragon's Legacy,* was rated as Legendary. Its aura was red. 

This time, the relic was rated Excellent, with a blue aura. 

"So relics are ranked. The Legendary grade activated the ancient Valyrian Dragonlord bloodline—no wonder it's so precious." 

Reflecting on the changes brought by *Blood of the Dragon,* Rhaegar silently thanked Balerion. 

"Activate the relic," he thought. 

A line of text appeared on the system panel: 

**"Congratulations! *The Ancestors' Warning* has been successfully activated. You have obtained…"** 

**[Ancient Valyrian Proficiency]** 

**Grade: Excellent (Blue)** 

**Effect: Mastery of the Ancient Valyrian Language** 

**Evaluation: 'Learning a new language is never a loss.'** 

The moment he saw the panel clearly, it was as if a current of electricity surged from his tailbone up to the crown of his head.

Rhaegar shivered, and suddenly, knowledge of Valyrian languages appeared in his mind.

Both High Valyrian and the common dialect.

It was as if the language had taken root in his brain, as natural as if he'd been born with it.

"Rhaegar, are you cold?" 

Rhaenyra noticed his unusual behavior and expressed concern. 

Rhaegar shook his head quickly. "No, I'm fine." 

He patted his chest to show he was truly okay. 

"Pull yourself together. We've kept the ministers waiting long enough. Show some composure." 

Viserys, with Blackfyre at his side, stepped out of the carriage first, lifting the curtain. 

Cheers erupted immediately from the crowd outside as they greeted their king. 

"Let's go, children." 

Alicent spoke softly, following close behind. 

Rhaenyra frowned slightly, displeased by her words. 

Once, not long ago, they had been inseparable friends who shared everything. 

But after her mother died in childbirth, Alicent had turned around and married her father. 

And now, she addressed Rhaenyra as though she were a mere child. 

It was disgusting. 

Rhaenyra's face remained stern as she pulled Rhaegar out of the carriage with her. 

Compared to the cheers greeting the king, the crowd's reception of Rhaenyra, the heir, was noticeably lukewarm. 

Meanwhile, Alicent, accompanied by her three children, smiled as noblewomen greeted her warmly. 

Some brazen fools even shouted, "Long live Prince Aegon!" 

The cry quickly spread, and soon many in the crowd were cheering for Prince Aegon. 

Rhaenyra and Rhaegar, the legitimate heirs, were almost forgotten. 

Rhaenyra forced a smile, pretending not to care, and followed Viserys. 

Rhaegar, sensing her unease, gently shook her hand and offered a sweet smile. 

Though his pale complexion and dark circles made the gesture less endearing. 

"I'm fine, Rhaegar," Rhaenyra said softly, though her voice betrayed her gloom. 

"I know. Targaryens never back down." 

Rhaegar replied quietly, his gaze shifting to the direction of the initial inappropriate cheer. 

It only took a second to identify the culprit: a man with golden curls and a large nose, standing beside an older noblewoman. 

Judging by his stance, he was likely a skilled knight. 

"Big-nosed fool, I've got my eye on you," Rhaegar muttered to himself, memorizing the man's face. 

Not for any particular reason— 

But because that big nose just begged for a punch! 

--- 

After the enthusiastic welcome, the celebration began at the campsite. 

Tables laden with wine, fruit, and pastries were set out for the nobles and their families participating in the hunt. 

Viserys entered the main tent and took his seat on the throne to receive greetings from the ministers. 

Rhaenyra and Rhaegar followed him inside. 

Nearby, a group of noblewomen huddled together, gossiping about rumors from the Stepstones. 

Apparently, a noble lady had been captured by the Crabfeeder's pirates. 

As Rhaenyra approached, a white-haired, elegantly dressed old woman called out to her, asking for her opinion. 

Welcoming the opportunity for conversation, Rhaenyra smiled and joined the group. 

But the woman's intentions were far from friendly. 

Within two sentences, she brought up Daemon's unauthorized war, questioning whether Rhaenyra had wrested the heir's position from him. 

"Lady Gillraff, Daemon brought this upon himself. The princess is far more suited to the role of heir," Alicent interjected from her seat beside the elderly noblewoman, defending Rhaenyra. 

After all, the current king was Viserys—her husband. 

Whether the heir was Rhaenyra or Alicent's own child, it was still a family matter. 

Daemon had long since been excluded from the line of succession. 

Alicent would not tolerate any rumors suggesting Daemon was wrongfully stripped of his claim. 

Lady Gillraff fell silent for a moment before shifting her focus back to Daemon's unauthorized war. 

"Because of this unnecessary conflict, your uncle has dragged the kingdom into a mess, forcing us to deploy fleets and soldiers to eradicate the Triarchy completely." 

"This will cost countless resources and the lives of many soldiers." 

**(End of Chapter)**