chapter 115 part 3
This was the official excuse. Anguy's real mission was to find an opportunity to assassinate Illyrio. Glyn's order was not to expose his identity, and he had been given a year to do it.
But now, Anguy saw the Magister's manse on fire and thought the gods were smiling on him, allowing him to complete his mission ahead of schedule.
After sneaking in and investigating, he discovered that Magister Illyrio had seemingly perished in the sea of flames.
His shortcut to being knighted was gone just like that. His disappointment was indescribable, and Anguy could only sigh at the heavens.
"By the way, between me and Bronn, who have you decided to marry?"
...
On the ship, Viserys watched as Daenerys's guards felled the enemies in a single exchange, like chopping vegetables.
His eyes lit up. "Are these Lord Glyn's soldiers? Are you that strong, or are they that weak?"
"I know this one..." Dik answered reflexively, "Your Grace, it's because we are that strong! Clegane soldiers are born for battle, live for battle, and die in battle—every one of us is an elite! This is also why the Usurper has always suppressed us. They're afraid we'll seek revenge once we recover our strength."
*Isn't our sworn enemy the Vale?* Although Borona was puzzled by this point, the rest of what he said was well-spoken, so she remained silent, merely nodding in agreement with Dik, adding to the credibility of his words.
Viserys looked pleased. "The Usurper is a thief and fears retribution the most, living every day in a nightmare! Lord Glyn has done well. He is a loyal vassal of House Targaryen. I will not forget your contributions."
As far as Viserys was concerned, anyone who provided soldiers to help him reclaim the Iron Throne was a loyal vassal of House Targaryen.
Daenerys watched the others discussing the combat prowess of the Clegane men, a smile in her eyes.
Before long, the sailors began to pull up the wooden plank, and Osha and the others returned to the ship.
Anguy, who boarded with Osha, took the initiative to greet Daenerys. "Good evening, Your Highness. I am Lord Glyn's personal guard. My name is Anguy."
When Viserys saw Anguy salute his sister first, he was initially a little angry. But upon hearing Anguy's name, he lost all interest. A mere commoner was not worthy of knowing a true dragon.
*Personal guard? Could it be...* Daenerys secretly shook her head, dismissing the possibility.
Daenerys asked directly, "Good evening, Warrior Anguy. What are you doing here?"
Daenerys's beauty was dazzling. Anguy averted his gaze and scratched his head in embarrassment, explaining, "Lord Glyn was never at ease with you staying at the Magister's manse, so he specifically had me stay behind. My mission was to protect you in secret. I had to reveal myself when I saw that Your Highness was leaving Pentos."
Because this was the official reason Anguy had prepared beforehand, he felt this explanation was very reasonable. After speaking, he even nodded his head.
Borona suddenly added, "Your Highness, Anguy is the strongest archer in Clegane territory."
As Borona spoke, her eyes, sparkling brightly, were fixed on Anguy.
After hearing Anguy's words, Daenerys felt her cheeks grow slightly warm. "Anguy, thank you. How would you like me to arrange things for you?"
Anguy placed a hand over his chest. "Your Highness, I will follow you for the time being. Although the plan has changed, my mission remains to protect your safety."
Although his mission's target had met an unexpected end, Anguy felt he would lose face if he just returned to his territory like this.
Besides, the atmosphere had built up to this point. The Princess was, strictly speaking, fleeing for her life. He couldn't just leave immediately. He had to at least wait until the Princess was settled.
Furthermore, Anguy was a natural-born archer. His intuition told him a greater merit might be waiting for him.
Daenerys gazed for a while at the blazing Magister's manse, then turned and walked towards the bow of the ship.
The group naturally followed behind her petite figure.
Viserys watched this, clenching his fists, and it was a long while before he relaxed them.
*I will only wait for one year. If she breaks her promise, he would make his sister recognize the true Dragon's Wrath!*
"Princess Daenerys, where are we headed?"
"Tell the captain, we head south."
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The next day, in the Narrow Sea, aboard the *Mermaid*.
Where the distant sea and sky met, the morning sun was slowly rising, like a red gem, brilliant and radiant.
The first mate suddenly shouted, "Captain, we've spotted a pirate ship!"
Reik Snow, who had been dozing, was instantly awake and rushed over.
After observing for a moment, the smile on Reik's face deepened. "You saw correctly. It is indeed a pirate ship!"
"Reik, have we run into a pirate ship?"
Hearing Glyn's voice, Reik immediately turned around.
Faced with Reik's expectant gaze, the corner of Glyn's eye twitched.
After a pause, Glyn gave a slight nod.
Having received Glyn's approval, Reik excitedly gave a loud order, "Pirate ship spotted! Close in on them!"
"Aye, Captain!"
He had to seize this opportunity while Glyn was on board!
Reik had already witnessed the terrifying power of his lord's archery. He wished more pirate ships would appear, as it would be a perfect chance to expand the scale of House Clegane's fleet.
Glyn looked at Reik, whose morale was at its peak, and smiled. "Marcellus, prepare the bows and arrows."
On the vast sea, encountering a pirate ship was not easy.
If possible, Glyn also hoped to encounter more pirate ships during the voyage.
The main reason was to take the opportunity to train the newly recruited sailors and capture a few pirate ships along the way.
Since it was now called the House Clegane fleet, it should at least have ten warships to start, and then gradually expand from there.
Glyn rubbed his chin.
Lord Jon Arryn is already dead. All that's left is King Robert.
The training for soldiers to adapt to sea transport also needs to be expedited. The flower of the Vale... Glyn has had his eyes on it for a long time.
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Ten days later, at Mermaid's Harbor.
Morning mist billowed over the sea, forming a light, thin veil. Nine ships, flying the banner of the Golden Sunflower of the Marshes, were faintly visible.
The *Mermaid*, carrying Glyn, slowly docked at the pier.
(end of chapter)