Chapter 152 - Battle of the Crossing (V)

Chapter 152 - 152 - Battle of the Crossing (V)"I will enjoy destroying your house." Aenar said, looking at the arrogant Walder Frey, Lord of the Crossing and lord of House Frey.

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Aenar entered Twins with a smile. He looked at the soldiers, who seemed impressed by his arrival, and waved to everyone with a charismatic smile, something he knew how to do masterfully.

"Don't worry, in the name of the gods, I'll keep my word." Noticing the tense expressions of these men, Aenar spoke with a calm and regal tone.

His words caused the tense faces of the House Frey soldiers to relax, as they all knelt in sincerity. They just wanted this hell to end as soon as possible. They couldn't take it anymore and they wanted their bed as soon as possible.

Aenar focused his gaze on the four men tied up in the center of the courtyard. He recognized the four men, all sons of Walder Frey. The other three were irrelevant; only Hosteen was a notable figure, at least in terms of fencing.

Standing out among almost forty sons was a good thing. After all, not everyone was a monster like Leda, who had an excellent talent for fencing.

"Hosteen, I presume." Aenar approached the captives and asked with a playful look. Seeing the man's desperate expression satisfied his sadism towards his enemies a little. You could call him a sadist, but breaking an enemy's hope was quite pleasurable.

Hosteen just spat on the ground and looked at Aenar with an arrogant look. Even in such conditions, the man remained arrogant.

However, without Aenar needing to speak, Leda stepped forward and kicked Hosteen in the face with a little force. Although it was a low blow, Leda's low strength and that of ordinary people were completely different.

Hosteen's entire jaw was dislocated by Leda's kick. Blood, saliva and teeth fell out nearby.



Hosteen howled in pain as he could no longer feel his jaw. He tried to speak, but only strange babbles were heard.

"Leda, don't attack so hard. He's still our captive and a nobleman." Aenar couldn't help but scold Leda, but anyone could see that he was only pretending to scold the two meter ten tall girl.

"I beg your pardon, Your Grace." Without showing that she was really sorry, Leda bowed and spoke in a calm tone, while her gray eyes stared at Hosteen with a murderous look. She hated those who showed no respect to Aenar, especially a piece of trash like the member of House Frey.

"Brother, let's find Walder Frey. I want to see the look on his face when he sees us coming in." Rhaenys looked at Hosteen's miserable appearance with a curious eye, but returned her focus to Aenar, who let out a laugh and nodded.

"Come on, like you, I'm curious to see the man's expression." Aenar commented with a smile on his lips. He wanted to see if Walder would beg for mercy or remain arrogant even in the face of death.

Visenya looked at them both speechlessly. They looked like villains smiling so sinisterly; they really were brother and sister. Shaking her head, she walked towards him, but not before purposely stepping on Hosteen's hand, who glared at her with a bestial look, full of rage.

Walking through the corridors, the servants who saw his entourage didn't even dare to breathe a little louder, for fear of being killed if they drew attention to themselves.


However, there were dozens of truly loyal soldiers in the castle. They were all killed by Leda, who simply drew her sword and eliminated them like a chef chopping vegetables. There was no resistance or anything else; the woman simply lived up to her blood ritual, making it something no normal human could face.

Rhaenys and Visenya looked at the scene with glittering eyes. They knew that Aenar planned to give these powers to them and to all of House Targaryen. House Targaryen would indeed be worthy of being called the family of the gods.

No matter who it was, as long as someone saw Leda's power, they would do anything to obtain it. After all, that was the temptation of a power capable of turning someone into a god in the eyes of ordinary people.

If Rhaenys and Visenya were eager to obtain such power, Barristan was trembling at the overwhelming force he was witnessing. Leda's power, speed and endurance could no longer be considered human in his eyes. Arthur's niece was a monster.

Remembering Titus and Sigismund, Barristan knew that this was one of the king's secrets, perhaps blood magic, but he didn't care. For someone who had sworn to protect the king at the cost of his own life, there had long been only one concern: Aenar's safety. To that end, he also wanted to possess the same power as Titus, Sigismund and Leda.



Aenar certainly noticed everyone's expressions and showed a satisfied look. Although human greed had its drawbacks, he had to admit that the desire to progress was what had led humans to dominate the planet in the short space of hundreds of thousands of years.

So Aenar was very pleased with everyone's desire to become stronger, especially Rhaenys and Visenya, who were his wives. Both women had to be strong to carry his sons and daughters. Otherwise, the child would kill its mother in the womb before it was even born.

Despite everyone's thoughts, Aenar finally saw a pair of doors at the end of the corridor. Smiling, he knew he had reached his final destination.

When the gates to the Great Hall opened, Aenar walked in, smiling as he looked around. Rhaenys and Visenya were at his side, along with the entire Royal Guard, positioned around the royal family.

"Forgive me for intruding, Lord Walder." Aenar turned his gaze back to the main seat, where an ugly, weasel-like old man could be seen calmly sipping the wine from his glass.

"Very rude, I must say." Walder replied in a cold, calm voice. His eyes looked so deep that they would easily frighten a child.

Aenar just laughed at Walder's frightened look. He had already seen things infinitely more terrifying than the mere gaze of an ordinary human.

"What can I say? I like to enter with pomp, it shows my status as king." Aenar commented, looking around. He could see soldiers on the second floor of the Great Hall holding bows and arrows, all aimed at his entourage, especially at him.

"You're arrogant. Even in the face of imminent death, you still seem calm." Walder couldn't help but comment, with a touch of sarcasm and cruelty. He raised his hand, signaling for the archers to stand at the ready, ready to fire their arrows.

"You need a lot more than mere arrows to kill me." Aenar replied with an equally sarcastic tone. He wasn't scared in the slightest. Arrows? Even if they were missiles, he could still get away without being hurt, let alone by mere arrows.

Besides, he had Titus, Sigismund and Leda protecting him. The arrows wouldn't even come close to hitting him with these three by his side.

"Do you think you're a god like Aerion?" Walder said with a hint of contempt for Aenar's actions. "Are you going to drink Wild Fire too?"



"Although I must say that Aerion was stupid, he wouldn't die even if he drank a barrel of Wild Fire. But thank you for your concern for my health, Lord Walder." Aenar's heartfelt words made Rhaenys and Visenya burst out laughing.

"Humph." Walder snorted coldly. It was the first time he had met someone who wasn't ashamed to speak such absurd words so naturally.

"You say that, but if I put my hand down, you and your wives will die in an instant." Walder commented with a smile, showing his missing teeth and a few rotten ones.

"You can order them to shoot. I want to see your smug, arrogant expression gradually disappear, until only the purest despair remains." The smile on Aenar's face disappeared, replaced by a cold, penetrating gaze.

Even though he didn't want to admit it, that look frightened Walder's old heart. He felt as if he were facing a predator ready to kill him at any moment. It unnerved him deeply. For some reason, a bad feeling arose in his chest.

It was as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly and squeezing it, causing intense discomfort.

Without any hesitation, Walder decided to put an end to the source of his discomfort. He lowered his hand. The moment his hand was lowered, the archers fired their arrows. At such close range, none of the archers could miss.

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