Eddard and his party stayed on Dragonstone for longer than Charles expected, perhaps because they were exchanging ideas about how to attack King's Landing, or because Arya's condition was still not getting better, and Charles even secretly wondered if the elder Ed was imprisoned.

Occasionally, however, he could see Sansa's long, reddish-haired figure playing with a girl with gray scales on her face, and judging by the expressions of the two girls, the two families did not seem to be facing each other.

And if Arya's condition worsens, Sansa is unlikely to smile so happily.

Unfortunately, he was unable to visit in person, because his personal freedom was now greatly "restricted".

Or maybe it's not a restriction, but this castle is huge, and he obviously can't understand where it is, and the servants basically don't communicate with him except for bringing him food every day.

Charles initially suspected that it was because of the red-robed woman, but this time it might have been that he had lived in the belly of a gentleman with a villainous heart, for on one occasion he occasionally heard the maids talking, as if it were because the big-eared lady of Stannis had warned the servants not to come into contact with this sinister cultist.

"You deserve your husband's cold personality." Secretly scolding, Charles actually didn't care much about this, he stayed wherever he was, just take a break, and then memorize those spells, and wait until the right time to officially cultivate.

In short, the past two days have been basically quite peaceful, and seeing that he has a little more than three days to return to the world in front of him, he is even less anxious.

But it's not entirely true that nothing happened, at least, at the moment, a touch of blood red quietly appeared in the dark blue starry sky that should be dazzling.

The blood-red mark was like a bloody wound cut by a sword in the sky, more like a messy brush on a dark blue scroll, the tip was crimson, and the closer it got to the tail, the lighter the color became, and finally turned into a translucent pink.

Comet, red comet; Despite all the speculation from the castle's servants, Charles recognized it.

But he didn't know the specific reason for the appearance of this thing, after all, this was a magical world, so was this thing a natural celestial movement, or was it something else?

The thing appeared silently and strangely, as if it had only slept for a while, and the next day the sky above me saw the thing hanging high.

Some people speculate that this is King Robert's manifestation in heaven, weeping blood because his descendants are not his own, and it is a powerful symbol of His Majesty Stannis's overthrow of the puppet king.

It is the sword of revenge, the dragontail star that sweeps away everything in the world, and the Dragonstone Island where they are located is the land of dragons where the former Targaryen family has lived for generations, is it not in line with the great cause of His Majesty Stannis's kingdom?

Charles even heard the servants guess that his dark magic was responsible, which made him secretly speechless.

If he could command the comet, how could he hold his breath here?

"I don't think I can remember it." Looking through the open window at the starry sky overhead, Charles was secretly confused.

But this is also normal, he doesn't remember much about things, and this kind of celestial change doesn't seem to show much in the TV series.

But why does his spirit feel that this world has changed?

After activating the spirit, the caster is very sensitive to the senses of the world around him, and in the past, Charles felt that the surrounding environment was like a thick stone wall, real and rough, completely different from the world in front of the door.

Now, however, he felt as if the stone wall was slowly being polished......

"The world is changing."

Thinking like this, Charles suddenly thought of another question, or a flash of inspiration

"There is no Holy See and its Cross of Thorns in this place, and if I use that purification spell here, will there be that limit?"

This is a question worth pondering, the busyness of the previous time made him basically forget about the spell, and in the past two days, he has been attracted by the spell in the notebook, and it is not until he is about to return to the world in front of the door that he suddenly remembers.

Although he thought that the spell was cheating his father, he didn't seem to be able to throw it all the time. Sooner or later, you have to face it.

so

Do you want to try it out?

The thought of the cacophony of the incantation made Charles shudder.

However, he didn't think much about it for a while, and he thought he could try it.

Although the chaotic sound is quite torturous, the dreams that emerge in the sleep are also very strange.

But...... No one can die anyway

Thinking like this, he didn't need to do anything to prepare for action, so he just lay down at the window, took off a silver necklace hanging from his neck, and casually aimed at a relief gargoylee on the edge of the castle below, and began to mutter:

"Servants of God, Charles. In the name of Cranston, call for the all-pervasive light—"

The voice stopped suddenly.

It's not that he encountered the loud voice, but Charles found that he had already read the part that should have been in a bottleneck, and the noisy voice really didn't appear again!

So he couldn't wait to start again

"Servants of God, Charles. In the name of Cranston, call for the all-pervasive light."

"Crush, burn, cleanse, purify"

"This curse is born from this, and the evil will never end until it is finished"

……

Maybe it's lucky, or maybe there are no limits in this world, and as soon as he opened his mouth, what should have been a normal spell suddenly turned into that kind of spiritual sound

Unlike when he cast a necromancy, the voice in his mouth at this time was so magnificent and magnificent, and his voice was loud and solemn, like the melodious bells of a church, and like the harsh admonitions of the heavenly gods.

The sound continued, and in the dark night, countless lights broke the night, converging from the dark places in all directions, this light flickered, faint and tenacious, as if it would be extinguished at any time in the darkness, but it was brilliant and persistent, blooming, and finally, countless rays of light gathered on the cross that Charles grasped in his hand.

The light soaked his fingers, and he felt a slight tingle, but it was only that, more than that, a warmth like warm water.

Eventually, the light spreads and converges on the cross, fully taking shape.

As soon as it took shape, the light quickly came out in three-dimensional, cross-shaped, like a comet overhead, spinning, dragging its long white tail wings and shooting at the castle gargoyles that Charles was targeting, and in the blink of an eye, it was attached to the gargoyle's horned head.

After attaching it, the cross of light did not go out, but grew brighter, as if it was absorbing the same elements around it, and the afterglow gradually enveloped the entire gargoyle, making it look like a demon imprisoned by the light.

It's a pity that at night, there is only darkness around, and there is no other brightness at all except moonlight.

And because of this, the cross spun and became weak.

"If it's daytime, what will happen to using this spell?"

Charles pondered, staring at the faint glow, and was about to continue practicing, when the door to the bedroom where he was slammed open. Charles looked back, and a fiery figure came into view.

"What did you just do?"

The red-robed woman's tone that should have been unhurried seemed very hurried at this time, and without even waiting for Charles to respond, she stepped to his side, held the window in her hand, leaned over and looked out, and the light that stuck to the gargoyle happened to dissipate at this time, like a bubble bursting, and like a swarm of white fireflies scattered and flying.

Melisandre couldn't help but turn her head to look at Charles, the astonishment in her eyes palpable.

Her mouth opened and closed to say something, but as if she didn't know where to start, she just looked at each other, but the gaze in her ruby eyes became more and more intense.

For a long time, Charles couldn't help but hold back a sentence.

"I'm sorry, please don't look at me like that, I'm not interested in Auntie."