Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 473: Rainier's Hint
"Prince, you..."

A middle-aged doctor glared at him and stretched out his hand to stop him.

Rhaegar curled his lips: "Sacrifice yourself for others?"

Shila-

A fireball floated flexibly and hit the middle-aged doctor's chest, burning him through in an instant.

In an instant, the space seemed to completely freeze.

Not only the remaining Doctors were stunned, but even Aegon and Aemond froze in place, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Rhaegar glanced at his two younger brothers and said, "Watch out, I will only teach you once."

The five fingers were slightly closed together, and seven points of red light connected into a line, forming an alternative seven-pointed star pattern.

This was a kind of fire magic that he realized while sitting in the Starry Temple.

Use your five fingers to build the foundation for the operation of magic, constructing a pentagram pattern that can release five fireballs.

The fireball can be big or small, and can be controlled by the five fingers, making it as easy as moving one's arm.

The seven-pointed star pattern performed by Rega was the result of subsequent improvements.

The second knuckle of the index finger and the palm developed two additional magic source points, which advanced to seven fireballs.

No more than that, seven at most in one hand.

There cannot be less than five, otherwise the magic transportation route of the pentagram will not be satisfied and flexible control will be lost.

"Gulu!"

Aegon swallowed and wanted to lie on the ground to watch.

Imond widened his one eye and stared at the hand that controlled the fireball.

Reaja waved his hand, and the remaining five fireballs formed a line and rotated rapidly around the seven doctors.

Several doctors were quick to protect the most important Dr. Levin in the middle.

Rhaegar tilted his head slightly and tapped his fingers.

The four fireballs seemed to come alive, and they pounced on the four doctors following the smell, burning them into ashes in the blink of an eye.

On the spot, only three of the nine cardinal doctors were left.

Well, there is still a lot of ashes on the ground.

Among these three people, in addition to Dr. Levin who is under special protection, there is also the youngest doctor and a tall old man.

Rega turned a blind eye, and only the second section of his index finger was left shining red.

He had already developed the intention to kill even before he saw all the members of the Cardinal Council in the Starry Temple.

Ten people are too many for a meeting; only two will be enough.

hum-

The fireball trembled slightly, stopped spinning at high speed, and hovered above the three people's heads, releasing scorching heat like a small sun.

Tick ​​tock!

Dr. Levin dared not move, and a drop of hot sweat dripped onto the floor along his wrinkled skin.

The young doctor's eyes were filled with fear. He suddenly closed his eyes tightly and remained in a stiff posture.

Baking under the high temperature, fear grows, like a sword hanging over the head, ready to pierce through the soul at any time.

"Ho ho."

The last tall old man was sweating profusely from the heat. He couldn't control his fear and stumbled, almost falling.

Rhaegar took a glance, and the fireball fell rapidly, engulfing him from head to toe.

The tall old man didn't even scream and ended his life painlessly.

Rega turned a blind eye and put away his hand with the seven-pointed star disappearing.

Burning at the stake was an extremely cruel punishment in Westeros, and all he could do was to speed up the suffering of the victim.

It is also a kind of kindness.

Pfft!Pfft!
Dr. Levin and the young doctor both fell down, all strength drained from their bodies, cold sweat soaking through their rough bachelor's robes.

When he tilted his head and saw the "remains" of his companion, his heart suddenly twitched, and intense sadness and fear mixed together.

They had imagined countless possible negotiation scenarios.

Be it coercion or inducement.

But I didn't expect that the crown prince would kill someone over a disagreement.

"You two, have you rested well?"

Rhaegar's voice was cold.

Scholars are a really annoying group of people.

He is arrogant in his bones, despises the secular rich and powerful, and thinks he has mastered the truth of the world.

But they don’t think carefully, is truth a few books and pens, or the bronze tools of our ancestors and the iron tools of Andals?
Or maybe a Targaryen dragon.

Dr. Levin and the young scholar trembled all over, finally realizing what power is. Their heads filled with knowledge gradually drooped.

……

quite a while.

creak-

The door to the reception room opened, and Rhaegar walked out with his two younger brothers, hands behind their backs.

"Prince, take care."

Count Bulwer held the door handle with one hand, took off his horned helmet with the other, and forced an ugly and flattering smile.

Rhaegar waved his hand and said casually, "You can stay in the Citadel with your team and cooperate with Maester Tru."

"Yes, I promise to complete the mission!"

Count Bulwer stood at attention, looking extremely serious.

Mond in the corridor was stunned, as if he was meeting his vassal for the first time.

"Is this still the same reckless man?"

It only took a cup of tea. We agreed to die rather than surrender.

Feeling the gaze, Count Bulwer glared at him and walked away indifferently.

A dozen knights stepped out of the line and left together.

"This this……"

Mond's jaw almost dropped and he was shaking with anger.

Rhaegar held his shoulders and said with a smile: "I will go to the library first and visit the towering tower later."

After saying that, he walked out of the corner of the corridor.

Aegon and Aemond gave their great uncle a sympathetic look, then hunched their necks and hurried after him.

"what?"

Mond was completely confused and suddenly noticed the open door of the reception room.

The young doctor's crotch was wet, and he helped the shivering Dr. Levin up.

But what about the other doctors?

Suddenly, Mond lowered his head and saw ashes all over the ground.

"Why do those dregs look a bit like... ashes?"

When he thought of this, Mond shuddered. The more he looked at it, the more it resembled him.

Turn your head, turn around, and run!
……

into the night.

In the Starry Temple, a shadow covered the night sky, and a huge monster landed in the square.

Rhaegar slid down the dragon's back, stroked its ferocious dragon's mouth for a while, and climbed the steps into the temple.

I spent the whole afternoon searching for precious books in the academy.

It has to be said that the Citadel deserves to have a monopoly on the culture of Westeros, with countless books accumulated there.

Such a huge library is like an ocean of books.

Rhaegar was afraid that an earthquake would cause the bookshelves to collapse and bury him alive in the pile of books.

Not long after.

Led by the nun, we came to the inner hall where the guests were accommodated.

It is called the inner hall, but it is actually a spacious room facing the sun with simple and rustic decoration.

As they reached the door, an old Valyrian nursery rhyme sang through the wooden door.

Rhaegar paused, gently turned the doorknob, and opened the door a crack.

With a smile on her lips, she peeked through the crack in the door. Rhaenyra changed into a long red dress and knelt on the carpet with her back to the door.

A cradle was at hand, gently rocking the baby inside.

I also hold one in my arms and pat him gently to sleep.

Rhaegar was so engrossed in watching that the door opened wider.

"Uh huh huh~~"

Rainier seemed to be aware of something and continued to coax the two children, humming nursery rhymes in a gentle voice.

Rega was very familiar with it, it was called "Shepherd's Sunset".

When he was a child, Rhaenyra often held him in her arms and sang this nursery rhyme to lull him to sleep.

"Rhaenaela."

Rhaegar's eyes were filled with tenderness as he called out softly.

The nursery rhyme came to an abrupt end.

Rainier still had her back to the child, coaxing him as if no one was around.

It was as if he didn't hear the sound.

Rhaegar was stunned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Looking around, I saw two young nuns standing by the wall, looking down at their toes.

Rhaegar tilted his head, thinking of the words he had shouted during the day.

"Cough cough..."

Rhaegar's face turned red and he coughed twice to try to attract attention.

Damn it, I’ve offended the mother dragon again.

"Rhaenyra, I'm back."

Rega grinned, waved his hand to signal the two nuns to go away, and squatted next to the cradle.

Rhaenyra glanced at him, handed little Aemon out of her arms, and said calmly, "Hold it for a while, I'll clean it up."

"Okay." Rhaegar said obediently.

With a stern face, Renila turned sideways, opened her clothes, and wiped it gently with a handkerchief.

Rhaegar tilted his head to peek.

I hadn't noticed it just now, but there were two more wet spots on Rhaenyra's chest, not very noticeable with the red fabric.

Leijia's eyes were clear, and he whispered, "Are your breasts swollen?"

"right!!"

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and her face flushed slightly.

She had a very good physique and didn't look like a mother who had a difficult childbirth.

As soon as the two children were born, their bodies recovered in a few days and there was enough milk that there was no need to find a wet nurse.

That’s right, sometimes my breasts become swollen or leak, and they become hard and uncomfortable.

Leijia moved his butt forward and said simply, "Shall I get some hot water and apply it on you?"

Rhaenyra: ...

There is a language called speechless.

Rhaegar turned his head and saw that Rhaenyra's face was red and her head was almost steaming.

He looked around, threw little Eamon aside, and stood up to fetch some water.

It is inconvenient to be away from home, and the servants are not easy to use.

Soon, Rega came back with water, wet the towel and started to act.

Rhaenyra leaned back in the cradle and gently closed her eyes.

Apply a hot towel and the swelling will gradually disappear.

The frown on Rainier's face relaxed and her mood improved a lot.

Late at night.

Under the moonlight, two babies were placed in the cradle, sleeping soundly.

Rhaegar leaned sideways, his eyes moving.

Rhaenyra had her back to him, her head resting on one arm.

"I'll take care of the baby, you go to sleep first."

Rega took the initiative to take over the task.

"Ah."

Rhaenyra's eyes were half-closed and she was already very sleepy.

After a while, snoring began to sound.

Rhaegar propped himself up and blew out the candle, staring at the sleeping face with mixed emotions.
From the nun, Rainier must have gotten the information she needed to know.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be so absent-minded as to coax my child to sleep.

Since Rainiera didn't bring it up, it should be considered as her tacit consent.

"It's so kind of you."

Rhaegar buried his head in the other's neck and hair, whispering softly: "I give the child a surname, that's all."

Allison's meddling in politics made him wary.

Even if I marry more in the future, having one queen in King's Landing is enough.

Polygamy was a well-established tradition in Old Valyria.

A wife has the same status as her husband.

The status of an annexed wife varies, depending on her social status, and usually she will not usurp the status of the first wife.

"queen……"

Rhaegar muttered, his thoughts drifting away.

The wife of the Sea King of Braavos does not have a clear title, but the wife of the Prince of Pentos seems to be called the Princess.

The court system of the ancient Ghis Empire was similar, and also used a mixture of many names.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

City of Learning, library.

A large number of soldiers poured in, carrying books in bundles, placing them on horse-drawn carriages and taking them away.

Tru stood at the door of the library. His tall and fat body was like a wall, always supervising the clumsy soldiers.

Behind him, dozens of scholars were busy organizing the institute's equipment.

Downstairs, hundreds of bachelor's assistants were even more frantic, searching for all useful drawings and files, as if they were determined to empty the academy.

On the rooftop, Dr. Levin was leaning on the window and looking at what was happening, with a look of extreme pain in his eyes.

Everywhere you look, you see young doctors who have shared the same hardships joining the moving team and leading the team in emptying the expensive utensils.

Yes, he rebelled...

No, I found the truth!

Invited by the Crown Prince, he became the second-in-command of the Royal Academy and left the corrupt old academy.

At this point, Dr. Levin was the only one left to support the cardinal.

……

library.

Rhaegar sat on the ground, with a mountain of ancient books piled beside him.

Compared to yesterday, my outfit today has changed drastically.

The white lining, light pink vest and straight waist highlight the figure.

You can tell at first glance that it has been carefully taken care of.

At this time, Rhaegar lowered his head, holding an ancient book with a dragon painted on the pages and reading it carefully.

"Big brother!"

Aemond suddenly shouted, climbed out from the pile of books, and held up a parchment book: "I found another ancient book passed down by the Dragon King's family."

Rhaegar raised his eyes and saw seven or eight similar ancient books at his feet.

Aegon was lying in another pile of books, his whole body seemed broken, his eyes numb and he muttered, "Rhaegar, I'll hand in one too, please let me out."

(End of this chapter)