Capítulo 559: Chapter 559 - Miracle
"Apologies, Your Grace."
"We have failed in capturing the leader of the rabble, the so-called 'Sparrow.'"
Inside the Red Keep, Varys knelt on one knee, his face marred by guilt. He had assured Viserys of cleansing the realm of these miscreants, yet the bandit leader had eluded him.
Perhaps Sparrow had been forewarned; he had many 'friends' in King's Landing, and covert supporters, which explained the rapid growth of his so-called Holy Order of Knights. Their rapid expansion defied logic, and they could even afford to distribute gruel and broth daily.
This would require further investigation.
Ramsay also knelt before the Iron Throne, flanked by roaring pyres. He too pledged to Viserys to discover the whereabouts of Sparrow and out his secret allies in the court.
Yet the silver-haired youth, adorned in a brocade robe, sat on the cold Iron Throne, his silver-gold locks cascading over his shoulders.
The surrounding flames illuminated his delicate, handsome face and the gloomy hall.
"Oh? Sparrow has fled?"
His expression remained calm, as if he had anticipated Sparrow's escape.
After all, Sparrow's eloquence had garnered him a following amongst the downtrodden, who served as his perfect informants.
Any ripples in King's Landing would reach Sparrow's ears before even Viserys became aware.
His escape was not entirely unexpected.
"It matters not."
Viserys lightly gripped the armrests of the Iron Throne.
"He cannot escape..."
Suddenly, his pale violet eyes blazed like twin purple flames.
Images flickered rapidly in his pupils as if time itself was rewinding, ultimately focusing on a specific moment.
"Sparrow!"
A man in coarse clothing ran to Sparrow with news. The elderly Sparrow, his hair gray, looked horrified upon hearing the news.
He wanted to warn all Sparrows to evacuate early but was advised against it by the man, who cautioned that any premature moves would blow their cover.
After pondering for a while, Sparrow gritted his teeth and agreed.
"Very well."
He greeted his devout followers as if nothing was amiss and retreated into a chamber, never to emerge again.
Below this chamber was a tunnel leading to a civilian house outside Flea Bottom. Sparrow crawled out and found a carriage waiting for him.
Avoiding the city gates, they headed for Fisherman's Square in King's Landing, a smuggling route commonly referred to as 'Mud Gate' by the locals.
Here, Sparrow vanished completely after boarding a small wooden boat.
Viserys, through the power of the Old Gods, had traversed time and space. Using the Iron Throne as an anchor, he had followed Sparrow's every move, witnessing how the latter had eluded Varys and Ramsay.
Sparrow's ingenuity was beyond what one would expect from a powerless monk. Viserys knew that he must have local supporters in King's Landing.
Who could it be?
That would be discovered soon.
For now, the priority was to recapture the elusive Sparrow.
Viserys, perched high on the Iron Throne, gripped the cold armrest, his eyes glowing with pale purple flames.
The two men kneeling below exchanged glances, their eyes filled with concealed astonishment.
"This is..."
But then, the purple flames in Viserys' eyes vanished, returning to tranquility.
"Found you."
The silver-haired youth stood up, his voice echoing in the empty hall.
And then, in the blink of an eye, he vanished into a mist of darkness, leaving Ramsay and Varys staring at the now-empty Iron Throne.
"A miracle!"
"This is a miracle!"
Ramsay, still kneeling, was overwhelmed with awe.
He had never expected to witness such a shocking spectacle—King Viserys had vanished into a swirling mist right before their eyes.
This seemed to align with the rumors about the King possessing some dreadful magic that could command dragons and hold his own against the Night King.
Some soldiers had claimed to see Viserys riding dragons, using dark magic to repel the Night King, thereby saving mankind.
As for Grey Worm, the commander of the Unsullied, he slowly rose, holding his helmet with its distinctive three spikes. Although he said nothing, his eyes could hardly conceal his astonishment.
This event had shattered his worldview.
"Tell me, Grey Worm, is our King still a man?" Ramsay finally spoke, brushing off the dirt as he stood.
His question was not meant to insult Viserys but was a genuine inquiry.
But Grey Worm only glanced at him; he didn't particularly like Ramsay, who was far too ruthless.
Without a word, Grey Worm left the throne room, his footsteps echoing in the hall.
Meanwhile, at a manor outside King's Landing, Sparrow was tilling the soil when a dark mist materialized behind him, taking human form.
It was Viserys.
"Are you Sparrow?"
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