A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

Because of this sentence, the room suddenly fell into silence. Renly squinted his eyes and stared at the beautiful woman tied to the chair in front of him. He didn't say anything for a while.

The other party looked back at him quietly, showing quite calmness.

"Why do you say that?" After a moment of confrontation, Renly couldn't help asking.

"Nine years ago, Queen Cersei gave birth to a son, a blond baby boy." Melisandre replied calmly: "Your brother Robert was commanding the war in the Iron Islands at that time."

Although he had expected it when he heard the first sentence, Renly was still quite surprised to hear the exact news at this time. Seeing this, the other party smiled: "Not long after I arrived in King's Landing, Queen Cersei secretly came to me and asked me if I could change people's hair color."

"Then?"

"Gold turns black, which is just a small trick for the true God, and I have repeated this small trick many times. First it was a baby boy, then a baby girl, and finally a baby boy again."

Melisandre said faintly: "What this represents behind it, I think you should be able to understand."

Renly didn't say anything, staring at the other party's calm appearance, his mind was full of thoughts.

Is what she said true or false?

Renly couldn't be sure, but he thought that even if he lied to excuse himself, under normal circumstances, this person would not think of things like hair, right?

So this is true?

If it is true, what does it mean to deliberately change the baby's hair color?

Guilty?

Blonde hair turns black, this may not make ordinary people think of anything, but the rumors that once circulated in King's Landing have never been forgotten.

The incest between the Lannister siblings, blonde hair...

Renly frowned.

This news is unlikely to be false, but if it is true...

After the incident, I thought there would be no accidents, but I didn't expect Cersei to be so bold?

Isn't she afraid of getting killed?

Before, I thought Lannister was Baratheon's most steadfast ally, but now it seems that this is simply a time bomb!

Thinking about all this in his mind, Renly couldn't imagine how his cheap elder brother would react after knowing this, but it was obvious that the relationship between the two families would break down.

However, this kind of thing is nothing in normal times, but at this moment, when the situation needs to be stabilized to resist the return of Targaryen...

"You told me this so easily?" He couldn't help asking.

"This kind of magic won't last forever. It must be recast every once in a while to maintain." Melisandre replied, "And this requires me to prepare for a long time."

"So it was you who attacked the prince yesterday?"

"I need to use his blood to cast magic."

"Did the queen cooperate with you to enter Maegor's Hold?"

"Not only Maegor's Hold, but also this place."

"Why did you come to me?"

"Because of evil." Melisandre's words still seemed mysterious, but she gave an explanation in the next sentence.

"The power of the true god is disturbed by this evil. I can't cast spells smoothly, so I must destroy it, and at the same time-"

She paused and stared at Renly.

"The lost lambs also need the great true god to save them."

Renly automatically ignored the last sentence and began to think about the previous one.

Obviously, the red-robed woman was sure that he didn't dare to take the risk of doing anything to her, but in fact, Renly was now thinking about changing his hair color. Can the Seven Gods do it?

If it can be done, then this person in front of me...

No matter what, this matter must not be exposed at the moment, otherwise the situation will inevitably be turbulent, but...if this is true, why didn't this person use this to create chaos?

She is the red-robed woman, her camp belongs to the disciples, she should stand on the side of Targaryen, and Targaryen currently needs a chaotic Westeros.

Why didn't she expose this matter? Is it because she is not sure of causing chaos, or...

Looking at the calm face of the red-robed woman in front of him, Renly's mind turned quickly, and he suddenly asked: "Are you going to disclose this matter at a critical moment? For example, when we face Targaryen head-on?"

"I cooperate with the queen." Melisandre replied: "She helps me, and I help her."

"If the Lannisters suddenly rebel when the two armies are fighting, it will be a devastating blow to us." Renly ignored this person's words and said to himself: "It may even determine the victory or defeat in one fell swoop."

"You are too suspicious."

Melisandre looked at Renly quietly.

"Not all priests who believe in the Lord of Light belong to the Red God Church, and not all people wearing red robes stand on the side of Targaryen. The High Priest Benero decided to cooperate with Targaryen. That was his choice, not mine."

"Maybe you are telling the truth." Renly nodded.

"But why should I take this risk? If I kill you now, maybe as you said, the hair color of the three children will change soon, but we can completely regard this change as someone's sudden trick, rather than being exposed in the middle."

Melisandre narrowed her eyes when she heard this.

Renly smiled at this.

"If we choose to believe you and let you go, we may suffer a devastating blow in the future. What if we kill you now? There may be some unnecessary troubles, but I think this trouble can be solved - what do you think?"

This sentence completely shifted the initiative of the conversation back to Renly, but from the look on his face, he didn't see much panic.

"Killing an ally by mistake will only take you one step closer to destruction. Believe me, the power of the true God resonates in my body. You can't kill me, you can only anger me."

Renly didn't say anything after hearing this, but a dagger appeared in his hand. After turning it deftly around his fingertips for a few times, he stood up and walked to the other side.

After looking at her white and smooth neck for a few times, Renly suddenly stabbed with the dagger in his hand.

The wind was blowing fiercely in her ears. At this moment, the calmness on Melisandre's face completely turned into panic. Her body tensed up involuntarily, and she couldn't help but close her eyes tightly.

However, after half a day, she did not feel any pain in her neck, but only a touch of cold metal rubbing and provoking it. Goose bumps could not help but appear. The red-robed woman looked sideways and met a pair of strange ice-blue eyes.

"Why don't you kill me?" She wanted to keep herself calm, but the words she blurted out were unconsciously trembling.

"Because I suddenly thought of it." The black-haired young man said in an inexplicable tone: "What Targaryen can give you, we can also do, even easier than them."

"So, why don't you cooperate with us?"

"The queen and I have always been in a cooperative relationship." Melisandre couldn't help but say.

"It's not you." Renly corrected her.

"It's you."