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Chapter 29
Nothing could be more terrifying than the sound of ships on fire and the howls of men overboard as they were pulled down into the depths of the sea, never to be seen again. The Greyjoys delivered the Royal Navy a devastating blow. But if a specific lord had put his pride aside, he could have prevented this predicament. Yet that lord was long dead, just like his men. Half of the Redwyne fleet sank in the ocean, all thanks to one man.
Yet Stannis Baratheon was not among them. While the defeat was devastating for their forces, it didn't mean that their troops couldn't achieve their original objective. In fact, this loss only brought more fire to the Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, who glared at the fleet he commanded from his current camp near the coast of the Redwyne Strait.
"Lord Redwyne's foolishness has cost us greatly," Stannis stated, watching the fleet's destruction. Yet it wasn't the end of things. They were ashore to repair the large galleons and take the wounded out of the ships. "Thankfully, he can no longer impose his ego on us."
"Strange that the man didn't allow you to take control of his fleet, even though you had the Queen's permission," Ser Davos added with a sigh. Stannis only scoffed, knowing why Lord Redwyne refused such an order.
"In spite of his allegiance to Renly, he believed that obeying his niece's directives would disgrace Renly's legacy. He thought a woman could not or should not lead. In addition, submitting to my commands only intensified his arrogance," Stannis said as he walked towards his tent, with clear annoyance on his face. "Many lords still think in such a way. Yet my niece is the first truly selected queen of the Seven Kingdoms. The first one who had the loyalty of the Great Houses. Not even Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Half-Year Queen, held so much power in the few months she became the ruler, and even then, few saw her as the queen officially."
Stannis understood that as long as his niece was a woman, many would see her as nothing but that. They would scoff at her commands and mock her behind closed doors. Not even if she were a deity the hearts of men would see her as capable of leading. A stupid thought, if Stannis could say so. Yet one that would prevail for a very long time.
"The end of the war will solidify her ruling," Stannis commented, watching the map before him. "Like the Greyjoy and the Crowlands' rebellions, solidify Robert's rule."
"It is strange how often these wars end up becoming so important for someone to rule," Ser Davos muttered before Stannis scoffed, but he could see why Davos spoke in such a way; war was a necessary evil sometimes.
"Nevertheless, once we get the wounded to shore and repair the galleons, we sail towards Pyke," Stannis declared coldly. "The squid took advantage of us while arguing about who should command—no more. We still outnumber them on land. And now that Lord Redwyne is no longer here to challenge my command, I shall take the lead of what is left of the Redwyne fleet."
Ser Davos simply nodded, knowing that from the tone of Stannis' voice, it would be fruitless even to argue back.
"Of course, my lord."
Stannis nodded before looking at the Red Priestess, who entered the tent with a mystical smile on her face. Ser Davos still couldn't help but feel anxious about her being there. But having decided to keep his opinion to himself, Ser Davos only nodded at her before leaving the tent.
"He seems more accepting of my presence," Melisandre commented while Stannis kept his gaze on the map.
"Ser Davos knows his place and not to speak about things that don't concern him. At least now he does," Stannis replied before glancing back at her. "You're late. Where were you?"
Melisandre smiled at Stannis before slowly approaching him. "I needed to see the fire alone. A place where no whispers could reach. I spent the night in a cave, waiting for the Lord of Light to whisper, to show me what I should do."
"And were you successful?" Stannis asked her back in a rather unfriendly way.
"Do you mistrust the Lord of Light, my lord?"
"Your lord tends to lie pretty frequently," Stannis snapped back at her, which caused Melisandre to simply not smile anymore. "You told me he was going to make me king. That I was the prince that was promised, all lies. I was never going to be king, and I was never the prince you sought after."
Melisandre couldn't deny that her visions and words may have been falsehoods. But she knew better than that. Those visions the Lord of Light gave her weren't lies. No, it was all real; the only one who had any fault in misinterpreting them was her.
"I was wrong," Melisandre replied. "Truly wrong. I mistook all the signs, all the dreams, and all the visions. And brought you falsehoods. Your niece is Azor Ahai. It is the prince, or, well, princess, that was promised, not you."
Melisandre's words cut deep into Stannis. A sense of worth was something he wanted—to be looked up to as something extraordinary. Yet it seems it never came to be. Stannis closed his eyes, remembering the day he saw Melisandre, the day she flooded his mind with prophecies and dreams—all for nought, all fantasies never came to pass. Stannis was just, again, the second son and nothing more.
"I should execute you for that," Stannis stated, watching her directly in the eyes with no real sign of his lying.
"If that's what my lord wishes, I will not stop him," Melisandre replied, glaring back at him. Stannis, however, only turned his gaze back to the map and decided not to go further with his threat.
"What do you want now, Lady Melisandre?" Stannis now asked softly, almost murmuring his words. "If my niece is the one you sought, why did you come here?"
Melisandre approached and took his hand, forcing him to look at her. "Because my duty is with you still. I saw it on fire. A giant battle is soon to begin. Near a shore, burning stones and ashes landed on the sea. Your moment is near, Lord Stannis. I saw a dragon flying above us that day."
"A dragon..."
Stannis wondered if the dragon belonged to his niece. However, he doubted they would allow the queen to ride to war far away from King's Landing. What could it mean? What could they all represent to him now?
"Yes, however, I need you to believe, to see it for yourself. Land on Pyke and bring fire to the Iron Islands. Only then will the fire reveal why you're needed for the Lord of Light and for the princess. We will learn: Why are we here..."
Stannis wondered if he would find meaning in those words. Stannis also wondered the same. But it seemed that he would find out soon enough.
However, not too far away, a fleet led by Victarion Greyjoy could only scoff internally, looking at the sea ahead of him. The job given to him by Euron could only make him hiss in anger. However, he saw an opportunity. One that would allow him to not only make Euron pay for all he had done but also to give him the power to do as he wished.
"You," Victarion growled. "What have you seen?"
The red priest gave him a stare in reply, not saying much, but soon pointed at him, telling him the only truth he knew. "I have seen you at the top of a dragon. Leading an army into the fire. Take this dragonbinder to Essos, to the girl with silver hair. I see it every night, the glory that awaits you."
Victarion needed to find out if what the red priest, Moqorro, saw was real. But it gave him the drive to push forward.
"I'll see."
Moqorro, however, had yet to speak about the real reason for such an indication. He has seen visions of fire, but none dictate Victorion's success. No, Moqorro already knew what awaited the Greyjoy son, just like the rest of the Greyjoy family. Moqorro's dreams were filled with golden eyes and wings of darkness.
Melisandre has seen it. We all have. Our Lord's chosen has arrived here. All these pretenders are unworthy of her.
Moqorro would rejoice at the end of an era, hoping to live to see the greatness of the Lord of Light once again. And he believed, just like many who shared the same belief, that they would all witness it.
But was this chosen one truly on their side? On the Lord of Light's side? Only time will tell if this chosen one was truly on their side—on the Lord of Light's side.
The small council sat there while hearing the details of the royal fleet's defeat at the hands of the Greyjoys. Seeing it make some people angry would be a huge misunderstanding.
"Lord Redwyne divided his fleet around the Arbor, refusing to heed the call of Lord Stannis and uniting forces to face the Greyjoys head-on. Instead, he demanded that his sons lead the fleet. This put them at risk since they spent two days going back and forth before being ambushed by the Iron Island's fleet, and since they were scattered, they were taken easily. Thankfully, half of the Royal Fleet was on shore, but still, their losses weren't too severe compared to the Redwyne fleet, but it did put Lord Stannis on the defensive for a few days."
Varys told what his agents told him, and even he could only snort in irritation at the lord of the Redwyne family's arrogance and stubbornness, which cost them greatly.
"Idiot," Tywin said, expressing his anger through a hissing sound. "The old fool cost us greatly. Thankfully, he's dead now and can no longer interrupt Lord Stannis' command."
"Indeed, my Lord Hand," Varys replied. "Lord Stannis has demanded that what's left of the Redwyne fleet obey him, or they'll be called traitors to the crown; it seems that Lord Redwyne's sons are a bit smarter than him."
"Lord Redwyne was good for nothing. He had the gall to disregard the queen's words. It seems death is a fitting punishment for that insult," Cersei said arrogantly. She finally appeared when the Small Council meeting was called. Yet Tyrion and Jaime wondered where she had been all day long. It seemed that the only one who knew anything about it was Galadriel, but she couldn't be bothered to pay attention to Cersei's schemes for now.
"What about my uncle?" Galadriel asked now, hiding her annoyance. "Is he alright?"
"He is firm and determined, your grace. He suffered no injuries during the battle. Although he is more likely angry and irritated, he will set sail immediately towards Pyke. He knows that the Greyjoys can only pull this trick once."
"Good," Tywin said, leaning back into his chair. "He knows our forces outnumbered them; once he takes Pyke, the rest of the island will fall. And I doubt he'll be as lenient as Robert was."
"Hopefully, Robert's choice to let Balon Greyjoy live was a mistake. But it seems Lord Stannis will make a better judgement," Cersei added, which caused some to agree with what Cersei stated, surprisingly.
Galadriel nodded as well, yet deep inside her, she could only feel frustrated that one of the lords thought of her as nothing more than a woman. Incapable of leading or ruling. Galadriel demanded her agents find out more, and when they told her about the things he said in private, she hissed in anger. A sadness that she couldn't end his life personally. But this attitude was something she should've expected from some of the lords of Westeros. They were still looking down on her. In their minds, women were always below them. An annoyance indeed that his age offered. But she'll change it soon enough.
Who do they think they are? Galadriel thought indignantly, biting her tongue. Some people, however, were able to see her expression and could tell that she was irritated.
"Hopefully, my uncle will end this war by the end of the year," Galadriel hissed before Varys looked uncomfortable for a few seconds. Galadriel knew what he was about to say.
"Your Grace, I have heard urgent news from across the Narrow Sea," Varys muttered, now all watching him.
"The Targaryen girl?" Tywin asked, but Varys shook his head.
"No. Although it could be linked to the Targaryen... in some way."
"Explain!" Tywin called.
"A large fleet with 25,000 men is heading towards Westeros—the Golden Company, led by the supposed true heir of the throne. Aegon Targaryen, son of Rhaegar Targaryen."
Ser Barristan had a stunned look on his face, knowing such a thing couldn't be authentic. Rhaegar's son? Impossible!
Even Cersei was a bit stunned when she heard that.
"The Golden Company?" Tyrion asked, confused by hearing that the exiled band of lords was still alive after decades on the run. "How could it be?"
"I am more intrigued by the supposed son of Rhaegar. How can he be alive? How is that possible?" Pycelle asked, but honestly, it was a stupid question. Everyone knew the truth, or at least that the Golden Company couldn't be under a Targaryen's leadership, especially knowing both families' histories.
"It's not," Tywin quickly replied, his eyes cold and his face stern. "He is dead. I know he is. Everyone knows that."
"Indeed, my lord hand," Varys replied quickly. "Also, Jon Connington seems to be serving as the advisor of this supposed Targaryen heir."
"Jon Connington? Is he alive?" Ser Barristan muttered as Galadriel turned her head at him.
"You know him?" She asked.
"Yes, Your Grace, during Robert's war, he was sent by the Mad King to finish him. But lost during the Battle of the Bells and, because of his failure, was exiled."
Galadriel acknowledged the additional information about the Lord with a nod of approval. However, fatigue and irritation started to set in. Her mind craved respite and nourishment, yearning for a peaceful slumber and a satisfying meal to soothe her restless thoughts.
Still, she had a role to play and an act to make.
"So, how did this happen? Aegon Targaryen is leading the Golden Company. How is that possible?" Galadriel demanded, raising her voice and surprising a few who noticed the stressed-out look on her face.
"I believe that this pretender has been fed lies all his life; perhaps he truly believes he is Rhaegar's son. But he may be a-"
"Blackfyre," Tyrion added, to which Varys only nodded slowly. "The Golden Company, if my memory serves right, swore to put a Blackfyre on the Iron Throne. I doubt this Aegon Targaryen is anything but a Blackfyre in disguise."
"Agree," Tywn said, taking a deep sigh. "He is a bastard boy from the Blackfyre trying to usurp the throne. Well, he is not going to get far in Westeros. Where will they land?"
"It's hard for me to say, my Lord's Hand. They'll not risk entering Blackwater Bay, but definitely land near the Stormlands."
"Great," Galadriel quickly said, deciding to display the act of an irate young lady. She knows that her grandfather would die first before allowing her to put her life at risk. Especially after just being crowned queen. However, this little act would give her some time to be sent back to her room and sleep. Also, Galadriel had to reunite with Sebas and Pandora's Actor on the Isle of Faces. There was a lot they had to work on, especially if they were to find out where the rest of the Guardians could be and what possible dangers could be lurking around.
They had yet to learn if Nazarick was around. And if the Guardians were scattered worldwide, could Nazarick be left unprotected? Galadriel did not want to believe that. The Great Tomb of Nazarick had defences of its own so that it would be protected. Yet Galadriel was too paranoid to think otherwise.
However, this showed that Galadriel was occupied with numerous tasks that demanded her attention, leaving her with little patience for a bastard child who was believed to be the son of a dead man. She would use his death to his advantage, but it didn't stop it from being a nuisance. Little boy wants to be king? I'll make sure to destroy his dreams.
"Wait!" As her daughter's sudden recklessness alarmed her, Cersei quickly stood up. "Galadriel, where are you going?!"
"I'll take my dragons and burn their fleet before they land," Galadriel said, and just like she predicted, Tywin stood up quickly. However, she was also surprised to see Ser Barristan and the rest of the Queensguard blocking her path.
Oh, they're actually trying to save my life, huh? Galadriel thought with a hum.
"Your Grace, please," Ser Barristan said gently but firmly. "We can't allow you to go."
"What...?" Galadriel faked confusion.
"I'm sorry, Your Grace, but I cannot permit that," Tywin said firmly.
"Why? We know they are on the Narrow Sea; I have three dragons; they had none. I can end this war before it starts!" Galadriel stated, almost shouting.
"Your Grace," Varys quickly stood up, attempting to prevent her from proceeding to make a mistake. "My reports tell me that hundreds of galleons are equipped with scorpions ready to be used against dragons."
"And it only takes one," Tyrion added, too, showcasing concern for his niece's well-being. "You don't need to lead the war on the back of a dragon."
"Nothing...? You want me to do nothing?" Galadriel whispered. I am getting tired of acting like this. But it's not forever. It's not forever. Galadriel sighed internally.
"Prudence, Your Grace," Tywin replied slowly. "Flying towards the enemy on the sea without support is an unnecessary risk. We have time to prepare a larger force and plan a counteroffensive. This Blackfyre bastard has no support. And he will learn that."
"More soldiers dying for me..."
"They are soldiers, Your Grace," Ser Barristan added, noticing the utterly exhausted look on the young queen's face.
"You're the Queen. You don't need to ride to battle," Tyrion added carefully, not trying to push his niece further. "Let us deal with that."
"I...!" Galadriel put her face on her face and just let out a slight squeal of vexation. After that, it was clear to everyone that Galadriel needed a break. Of course, Galadriel had to admit it, but she was indeed a bit exhausted from working endlessly for the last weeks. Her mind was simply overfilled with tasks. Anyone would find themselves overwhelmed, not even if they had the power of a God. "I... I can't..."
"The queen is tired. See her to her chambers," Tywin spoke firmly, leaving no room for discussion. Yet there was an undeniable softness in his words and even a hint of worry.
"Come, dear, you need to rest," Cersei whispered, taking Galadriel's hand.
"I have work to do. I can't sleep now," the queen muttered, drawing out each word after the next. "I need to speak with the bank's supervisors and the architects and...
"Grand maester, perhaps some essence of nightshade will help her sleep," Tywin said, ordering the old maester to make the queen sleep. Of course, Galadriel scoffed internally, but nevertheless, she would definitely hit the bed for a few hours before returning to work.
Pandora's Actor, What are you doing right now?
Galadriel thought as she was led away, leaving the rest of the council behind.
"You just sent the most powerful women of Westeros to bed," Tyrion said before Tywin scoffed.
"She is going to die of exhaustion if she continues like that," Tywin only replied. "She spent the entire night yesterday going back and forth preparing the budget for the restoration of the Dragon Pit. And that's just one of many projects she is working on currently."
"No one could say that our queen is not diligent with her work," Varys was aware of the queen's countless nights working in her office—hours upon hours of her sitting there, working without stop. Varys truly believed no other monarch had worked so hard for the Seven Kingdoms than her. He saw the new decrees she was drafting. The queen's big project. Something the queen called the Constitution of the Seven Kingdoms. No doubt, it was a set of decrees that would start the beginning of a new age. Still, she was a mortal, like everyone else. No matter if she had wings or not. The queen had to rest.
"Has she even slept?" Tyrion asked, a bit stunned. "When did she last go to her tower to sleep?"
"Three days," Varys replied quickly, earning a few sighs. "She has slept in her office."
"That's not good," Tyrion muttered slowly.
"Not good at all, if you excuse me, my lords. I must follow her steps and work hard for the security of the realm."
Varys simply nodded as he left the roof, leaving only Tyrion and Tywin alone.
Tywin exhaled slowly, taking a moment to compose himself. He had spent countless hours and days working with the queen. Though he appreciated her competence, he couldn't help but notice that his granddaughter had a tendency to take things to the extreme. While her tenacity was admirable, it was clear to Tywin that she needed to take a break and rest.
"Our esteemed queen seems to be showing some of her Baratheon blood. I could almost hear Robert's thundering voice," Tyrion joked, but it was met with silence.
"Queen or not, she is still my granddaughter, and she'll listen to me," Tywin said before looking at Tyrion. "You will also make sure to keep Galadriel from overexerting herself."
"I'll try," Tyrion replied. "But still, with Stannis' defeat and another Blackfyre rebellion near our shores, just after a major war. It's not a surprise that Galadriel has been stressed out. And the supposed rumours of Daenerys Targaryen having dragons too... the future looks quite bleak."
Tywin remained stoic, showing no expression.
"It doesn't matter how many pretenders come. The rightful ruler will prevail," Tywin declared boldly before looking at the map of Westeros before him. "Our family is on the verge of creating the greatest legacy this world has ever seen. One that could rival and surpass the Targaryens. And I will not let them destroy everything I have worked so hard to achieve."
Tywin let out a fierce growl, his eyes fixed on his legacy, on his family name forever echoing in the halls of history, all within arm's reach.
"Well, you have the Greyjoys, a Blackfyre, and a Targaryen princess who will try to stop us," Tyrion added carefully, watching his father's eyes. "Not many are willing to see our family sit on the throne forever."
Tywin scoffed, watching Tyrion.
"We'll see..."
Galadriel finally rested on her bed, simply closing her eyes and enjoying a moment of peace where her mind, which was constantly on overdrive, turned itself off. She was not thinking about anything particular, just letting the nothingness swallow her.
Ah, peace of mind. This is what I need.
Galadriel smiled internally, enjoying the comfortable pillows around her. Finally, she'd sleep after so many days of working without stopping; ensuring the kingdoms ran smoothly even during a war was complex and required finesse and patience. Galadriel, honestly, was mentally exhausted, making this rest well-received.
A few hours—that's all I need—a few hours of sleep. Galadriel smiled before slowly drifting away. However, it all came crashing down when she heard a voice.
"Ah, my lady, am I interrupting?" Pandora's Actor arrived, clearly overjoyed about something.
"No... You were not interrupting me."
Galadriel's eyes winded, all peace gone, all harmony vanished.
"Pandora's Actor... what can I do for you?" Galadriel muttered while simply glancing at his self-titled son.
"I bring good news!" Pandora's Actor exclaimed happily while making a victory pose.
"Great!" Galadriel muttered, standing slowly from her bed. "What sort of news?"
Pandora's Actor then chuckled at her. "I have found another guardian."
Shalltear Bloodfallen stood atop a palm tree far away, on a little island somewhere. Proudly looking at the horizon, wondering where she was and how she could return home. It's been quite hard for her. Shalltear appeared in the middle of a desert island. Lost, unable to find Nazarick. Having to endure pesky humans.
Shalltear found humans there on that island; however, while she fed on them, she tried her best to find information about where she was. However, the humans living on that island were utterly submissive. They allowed her to do whatever she wanted—to roam and demand everything. It was quite strange.
"They don't even try to defend themselves!" Shalltear hissed, dumbfounded and annoyed. "Although I should've not eliminated those human boats as well. I lost a good source of information."
Shalltear screwed up a few times by getting lost in her Blood Frenzy and destroying a few human ships. She obliterated them, leaving nothing but ashes—a mistake on her part.
"Where am I?" Shalltear sighed deeply, getting annoyed at the sun above her. Not even her umbrella allowed her to find some peace.
"I am lost! Lost!" Shalltear exclaimed loudly.
Shalltear began to think that she'd have better luck finding where she was if she just flew away on the ocean. Maybe she would find a human boat and more information. Perhaps she would find land, a city, or whatever. Anything that could give her some kind of knowledge was better than staying on that deserted island.
"My lady~! I, Shalltear Bloodfallen, will find you~!" Shalltear exclaimed loudly and proudly. Shalltear was determined to showcase her power as a guardian of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
However, far away, or not so far away, flying above the island, Galadriel and Pandora's Actor looked down and could already hear Shalltear's screams.
"How did you find her?" Galadriel muttered, happy, surprised, and amused by Shalltear's screams.
"I was doing some undercover missions in the ports of King's Landing."
"Undercover missions?"
"Yes! You can learn a lot by infiltrating among the human masses!" Pandora's Actor exclaimed proudly. "I heard whispers about ships disappearing on their way around Naath. Slaver ships, which usually prey on the inhabitants of that island, vanished. I became intrigued by it and began to seek more information. And travelled to Pentos to search for more."
"Wait... you went to Pentos?" Galadriel muttered, surprised. "Is that what you've been doing all these days?"
"I needed to find more. In any case, I found a survivor. He was mad. He began to speak about a small girl. A monster with red eyes and silver eyes, destroying, killing, and devouring everything."
Galadriel hummed deeply, knowing that those details would've made her intrigued by it as well.
"Well, now we know who that person is," Galadriel smiled, watching Shalltear's shenanigans as the small girl began to scream for some reason. It was strange seeing Peroroncino's creation alive.
"It's... surreal, watching her here."
"Should we introduce ourselves?"
"Indeed."
Galadriel and Pandora's Actor then flew down, where Shalltear seemed focused on something entirely else.
Shalltear was all by herself, speaking about what she'd do and the plans to search for Nazarick. All those plans sounded good, but they would be useless in the end since standing there near Shalltear was the leader of the Supreme Beings.
"Shalltear Bloodfallen," Galadriel called, showcasing her divine form to the True Vampire, who suddenly stopped speaking and was stunned by her presence. Shalltear was taken aback. She couldn't react appropriately.
"M-My lady?!" Shalltear exclaimed, stunned, watching a strange, young version of the lady before her.
"Yes, it is me," Galadriel smiled, slowly inspecting the True Vampire. "You're as adorable as I remember. Peroroncino would've been so happy."
When Shalltear heard that name, she knew that the divine being before her was, without a doubt, her lady. After all, who else would know the name of her creator? The great Lord Peroroncino? Soon, Shalltear ran towards Galadriel, embracing her lady tightly.
"My lady!" Shalltear exclaimed with dramatic tears in her eyes. "I was so scared! I was lost! On this island filled with stupid humans! Who doesn't even put off a fight?
Galadriel could only chuckle at the way Shalltear was crying. It was so over the top that it could give Pandora's Actor acting a run for his money.
"Ah, yes, the inhabitants of Naath are known for their lack of violence," Galadriel said while patting Shalltear's head. "But it's alright, Shalltear. Everything is going to be just fine."
Shalltear nodded, sniffing loudly. "What happened? I was... I was on guard, on my post, in Nazarick, then appeared here!"
Galadriel realised that the guardians seemed to have no true memories of the last day of Yggdrasil. It seemed that, for them, it was just like a blink of an eye. It was a curious detail, to be sure. Even Pandora's Actor was taken aback when he was transported there.
"I can't say, truly," Galadriel replied with a sigh. "The only thing I know is that we were transported to this world. I came here sixteen years ago. Sebas and Pandora's Actor just arrived. I don't know where Nazarick is or where the rest of the guardians are. But we are going to find them all."
Shalltear nodded quickly.
"There is a lot we have to do, Shalltear; a lot of things I must tell you. But first, we must return to King's Landing..."
Shalltear nodded again but soon tilted her head. "My lady... can we use [Message]?"
"Uh...? Yes, yes, we can."
"Then... shouldn't we see if we can contact the rest when using it?" Shalltear spoke, realising the power of that skill. However, both Pandora's Actor and Galadriel stood there, watching Shalltear for a few seconds.
"O-Of course we could! Bu-But we wanted to explore! Isn't that right, Pandoras?!" Galadriel spoke with a stuttering voice, realising her stupidity. Like mother and son, Pandora's Actor simply scoffed arrogantly while also hiding his embarrassment.
"We wanted to...! Reach this island to meet you so you'll believe it's us! And our lady wanted to show herself! To calm your mind!" Pandora's Actor added, and Shalltear gasped. "We even used teleporting items!"
"For me?!"
"Yes!" Galadriel replied as Shalltear sobbed again.
"My lady! You're so kind!"
Galadriel and Pandora's Actor sometimes had their IQ in the two digits. Sometimes, even the Supreme Being and leader of the Great Tomb of Nazarick was an idiot. Regardless, Shalltear was now there, and the number of Guardians increased. The only thing left to say was, Who shall be next? And what would they do now?