Helaena

Rhaegar brought up the system panel and looked at the talent section.

There was no detailed introduction, only the golden quality of the "Dreamer" talent was marked.

The highest remnant quality he had encountered was Balerion's skull, which was legendary red.

The quality ranking was approximately:

Legendary (Red), Epic (Purple), Excellent (Blue), Good (Green)...

Whether there were lower tiers below Good remained to be discovered.

Above Legendary was basically confirmed to be golden quality.

From this, one could see how valuable the Dreamer talent was.

He had indeed had many dreams.

Dreams about future dragons, flames, and war...

Dreams about all sorts of strange and peculiar products from unknown worlds...

Even more so, there were prophetic dreams with extremely specific targets.

He had once dreamed of a White Hart.

It truly appeared in the King'swood and even became his friend, helping him regain his health.

Hearing his father's explanation, his perception of his nightmares changed greatly.

He began to value the abilities of the Dreamer talent.

Gurgle~~

Suddenly, a sound of an object rolling from behind him pulled Rhaegar out of his thoughts.

Turning around warily, Rhaegar scanned his surroundings.

Because his father had called him for a talk, Illyric was off duty tonight and not by his side.

Hearing the sound unexpectedly made him feel a little insecure.

There was no one in the corridor behind him; it was just a finely crafted leather ball rolling on the ground.

Night had fallen, and the deep corridor was empty, with only a single, abruptly rolling leather ball.

Rhaegar's face instantly turned pale, and his scalp tingled.

"Whose leather ball is it? Who's playing around in the middle of the night?"

Fear aside, Rhaegar mustered his courage and shouted loudly down the corridor.

Never mind if there were ghosts, he'd shout first.

Worst-case scenario, shouting might attract the guards on duty.

Rhaegar's voice echoed in the silent corridor, but no one answered.

He glanced back; the door was right in front of him.

Rhaegar swallowed, secretly shuffling backward.

Tap, tap, tap...

Just then, a light sound of footsteps echoed, like the sound of leather-soled shoes on wooden planks.

Rhaegar happened to turn his head and saw a white figure flash past.

"Brother, do you want to play with the ball?"

A delicately carved little girl appeared in the corridor, holding a leather ball and looking at him expectantly.

A white dress, silver hair, snow-white skin...

Seeing the person's face clearly, Rhaegar's expression turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he suppressed his anger: "Helaena, why are you sneaking out to play with a ball in the middle of the night!?"

The little girl was Rhaegar's half-sister, the little princess Helaena.

Helaena hugged the ball and leaned against the corridor wall, murmuring, "Aegon played with the ball during the day, so I'm playing at night..."

Looking at her small, frail figure, Rhaegar quickly stepped forward: "What are you still playing for? Children should sleep early and wake up early."

Seeing her brother, whom she rarely interacted with, approach, Helaena was startled and lowered her head:

"Aegon won't let me play with the ball, so I can only sneak out to play when he's asleep."

Rhaegar was stunned: "He won't play with you? Doesn't your mother care?"

Helaena shook her head slightly: "Aegon plays with me when Mother is here, but not when Mother leaves."

"This Aegon, how can he be a brother."

Rhaegar was furious, and he took Helaena's small hand: "I'll take you back to your room to rest first. Tomorrow, I'll ask a craftsman to make you a separate leather ball. You don't have to fixate on just one."

Helaena remained unmoved, leaning against the wall in silence.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you happy?"

Unable to budge the petite Helaena, Rhaegar asked again.

Helaena shook her head but said nothing, cradling the ball in one hand.

Recalling Aegon's past behavior, Rhaegar cautiously probed, "Are you afraid Aegon will snatch your ball, aren't you?"

Helaena looked up at him, biting her pursed lips without a sound.

After a moment's hesitation, Rhaegar suggested, "Then leave the ball with me. You can take it out to play when you want, and keep Aegon from seeing it."

A spark lit up in Helaena's purple eyes as she nodded her little head, saying softly, "Okay, I'll give the ball to you. Aegon wouldn't dare snatch it."

She reached out and handed the ball she had been protecting in her arms to Rhaegar.

Don't let the little girl's usual silliness fool you; she was like a closed clam.

In reality, she was quite clever and knew that Aegon wouldn't dare provoke Rhaegar.

Rhaegar shook his head and chuckled, "It's not that. I'll get you a new ball tomorrow, and you can give the old one to Aegon to play with."

Helaena's rosy cheeks bloomed into a smile, and she no longer resisted Rhaegar's hand leading her away.

Helaena's room was on the same floor as Rhaegar's.

Originally, she and Aegon lived with their birth mother, Alicent.

Now, with the infant Aemond, Alicent couldn't stand the little one's crying.

So, she had three rooms prepared, housing the three children separately.

According to Helaena, the attendants who usually took care of her had been frequently summoned for work these past few days, so she and Aegon spent all day together.

This was why Aegon often bullied her, and she could only sneak out to play when resting at night.

Rhaegar didn't doubt it. The Red Keep had recently welcomed Rhaenyra back from her voyage and was hosting a tournament.

A shortage of staff was understandable.

After escorting Helaena back to her room, Rhaegar leaned against the doorframe and instructed, "Don't run around anymore. There are evil dragons roaming the Red Keep at night; be careful you don't get eaten!"

Rhaegar put on a fierce expression, trying to scare his little sister.

Helaena wasn't scared at all, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh.

"Heh heh, the little girl has quite a bit of courage."

Seeing her adorable expression, Rhaegar raised his hand, intending to pinch her cheek.

Before he could, Helaena suddenly shuddered, her smiling face vanishing instantly.

"What's wrong, Helaena?"

Sensing her change, Rhaegar grew worried.

Helaena stared fixedly at him, nervously saying, "A hungry wolf has its eye on a lamb!"

"What do you mean, Helaena? Did you see or hear something?"

Rhaegar immediately thought of the rumors surrounding Helaena and combined it with his Dreamer talent.

He guessed that Helaena might also possess a similar prophetic talent and had sensed something.

However, Helaena, abandoning her previous closeness, silently closed the door.

Rhaegar was shut out. He wanted to knock on the door, but raised his hand and hesitated.

Helaena's current state was clearly not right; it was likely a form of self-protection after a premonition.

Waking her from this state rashly might not be a good thing.

"Helaena, get some good rest. I'll remember to order a ball for you."

He called out softly, pressing his ear to the door, then Rhaegar didn't linger and returned to his own room.

He still had many ancient books stored in his spatial bracelet to read.

To understand the Dreamer talent, he might have to start from there.

He paid special attention to the bloodline section on his system panel.

[Rhaegar Targaryen]

Bloodline: Valyrian Dragonlord (12%)

Ever since awakening as an Explorer, the bloodline section had frequently changed.

Initially, it was only 5% in parentheses. After obtaining Blood of the Dragon, it surged by +8%.

It had continued to grow slowly since then.

Rhaegar guessed that the percentage represented the purity of his bloodline.

Just as mentioned in the evaluation.

"Rich Dragonlord bloodline, outstanding even by Valyrian standards."

After half a year, his bloodline purity had reached 12%.

More than double what it was initially.

The "+" before the percentage disappeared, likely indicating the Blood of the Dragon's effect had reached its limit and would no longer increase.

"Go back and check the books. The ancient Valyrian dragon kings had many branches; what's the use of bloodline purity?"

After Viserys reminded Rhaegar about the Dreamer's talent.

Rhaegar took all his advantages very seriously, unwilling to waste even a sliver of his potential.

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