The mercenary's corpse lay face-up on the ground.
Viserys had just killed two of the attackers who had stormed the castle, his blood boiling with adrenaline, but his mind was unusually clear.
Then he locked eyes with the last enemy who had emerged from another room.
"One more."
The boy's pale purple eyes, like gemstones, blinked slightly.
The tall enemy before him stared at Viserys in shock and disbelief, and for a moment, the atmosphere grew tense.
He had thought it was just a minor accident, never imagining his comrades would be in danger.
He assumed his comrade had been bitten by a child, but he never expected to see this scene upon stepping out of the room.
His companion's body lay face-up on the ground, a crossbow bolt with a slightly trembling tail embedded in his forehead, his mouth agape as if he hadn't processed what had happened, blood flowing out.
The fact that the crossbow had ended up in the hands of this little creature suggested the fate of the other companion.
No one could explain the complex emotions on his face at that moment.
He never expected that such an innocent-looking boy, like a frightened little rabbit, could have killed two skilled fighters from their Brave Company.
"Damn you, I'm going to kill you!"
After a brief pause, the tall man flew into a rage.
He charged at Viserys with his battle-axe, and the boy, now without a crossbow bolt, didn't hesitate to throw away the crossbow and run again.
The crossbow was heavy for him, and it took a lot of strength to load it.
He couldn't muster the strength to load it while fleeing, only being able to do so while standing still, with one foot on it.
But it was clear that this fierce-looking enemy wouldn't give him that chance.
"Run first!"
Viserys didn't hesitate or consider fighting to the death; he chose to flee.
However, this time, Landon no longer had any sympathy or underestimated the boy; he pursued him with large strides.
"Stop!"
The boy seemed like a little devil to him. He recalled that he had killed his first person when he was only twelve, and even then, he was already the size of an adult.
An old man tried to sneak into his mother's bed in the middle of the night, but he discovered the intruder and beat him to death with a rock, smashing him beyond recognition before stopping.
From then on, no one in the village dared to bully their widow and orphan.
After his mother passed away from illness, he buried her and joined a mercenary company. Due to his ruthless methods, he became known as "Bloodhand from Lys."
But the boy before him was much smaller than he was at that age.
He looked to be only seven or eight, with frail shoulders that seemed like they could be blown away by a gust of wind. Yet, he displayed a chilling calm that was even more frightening than Landon's past self.
Viserys threw away the crossbow, not wanting the heavy weapon to slow him down, and began to run.
This time, the man chased after him, raising his battle-axe high in the air, his arm muscles bulging as he aimed for Viserys's back, hurling the axe with all his strength.
He abandoned any hope of giving the noble-blooded boy a dignified death, and he wouldn't give him any chance to struggle or escape. Landon wanted to cleave Viserys in two with his thrown axe.
However, the fleeing boy, who had not hesitated to turn and run, seemed to hear the wind behind him and slightly turned his head.
"Damn it."
Then he saw the battle-axe spinning towards him through the air.
The boy's breath hitched, feeling his scalp tingle with fear.
If this flying axe were to strike him, his small frame would surely be cleaved in two.
At that crucial moment, a complex hexagram array suddenly appeared in the silver-haired boy's eyes, activating his special ability awakened after reaching level 20 in his lunar aspect.
"Blink of an eye—"
Whoosh~
In that instant.
It was as if a gentle breeze blew past.
Everything around him seemed to slow down, and the spinning speed of the battle-axe was slowed to an extreme degree in Viserys' eyes.
Slowly rotating, tracing its path.
"I must!"
"Dodge!"
Viserys' body felt as if it was stuck in a quagmire, rigid, gritting his teeth tightly.
Even so, the boy still strained to move his body, trying to dodge the spinning flying axe with all his might.
The next second.
Whoosh~
In the mercenary's view, the boy who had been fleeing in front of him suddenly stumbled to the side at an unexpected angle.
It was as if something had tripped him up.
But it perfectly allowed him to avoid the high-speed spinning axe.
The sharp axe blade almost grazed the boy's shoulder, but it didn't even tear his clothes.
Boom—
The heavy battle-axe slammed into the corridor wall around the corner, making a tremendous noise.
However, Viserys managed to steady himself after a slight stumble, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
"That was close!"
He had almost been cleaved in two just now. Fortunately, he activated the Blink of an eye and dodged at the last moment.
The boy then took a deep breath and continued to flee.
"What..."
Landon, the man hunting Viserys, saw this scene and widened his eyes in disbelief, his face showing an expression like he had seen a ghost.
"How the hell is that even possible?"
He couldn't believe his own eyes.
He never expected Viserys to be so lucky as to barely avoid his flying axe.
But the boy, of course, wouldn't stay to explain anything and disappeared around the corridor corner in a puff of smoke.
...
Meanwhile, the battle on Queen Rhaella's side was nearing its end.
Although the mercenaries had more combat experience, they hadn't undergone much rigorous training.
The guards arrived quickly and in greater numbers for backup, and soon defeated the mercenaries one by one.
"Kill them!"
Thud—
Two Targaryen soldiers raised their shields in front of them, forming a shield wall that trapped the leader of the Brave Companions in a corner. No matter how skilled he was, he couldn't break through the wall with his left and right slashes.
Several others then thrust their swords through the gaps in the shields.
Stab, stab, stab—
Piercing screams and the sound of blood flowed from behind the shields. The Brave Companions' leader was stabbed to death in the corner.
"Leave one alive!"
On the other side.
Another mercenary was captured alive and tied up tightly.
Queen Rhaella, still in her nightgown, was trembling slightly as she hid by her wardrobe, supported by her handmaid.
Aside from experiencing some mental distress once again, she was unharmed.
to be continued