Westeros, Stormlands, House Tarth
Is this the world of Game of Thrones?
Jason's temples throbbed, partly from the aftereffects of drowning, partly from the shock of the memories flooding his mind.
He never imagined that after being hit by a dump truck, he would transmigrate across time and space—into the world of Game of Thrones.
And… Brienne of Tarth?
Isn't this Brienne of Tarth from Game of Thrones?
The only female knight in the Seven Kingdoms. A woman who embodies true knightly virtue and character, winning over audiences through both morality and strength.
Held tightly in his father's arms, Galladon strained to turn his head toward the little blonde girl clutching his arm and crying.
She had light golden hair, freckles, and though only four years old, a healthy, sturdy build.
It had to be Brienne.
Galladon felt strange.
Before transmigrating, he had been ignored by his family and had few friends. He spent his time reading novels and watching dramas—American, British, Korean, even Thai. Game of Thrones had been his favorite. After finishing the series, he even read the original novel A Song of Ice and Fire.
But he never expected to actually come here.
And honestly… it didn't seem so bad.
He didn't feel uncomfortable. In fact, he felt excited.
This world had dragons and magic, the vast continent of Essos, the mysterious Asshai and Shadow Lands—far more fascinating than Earth. And now he had the family he had always longed for.
Even if Brienne might grow into a "King Kong Barbie" one day, she was still his blood sister. And her character was among the most upright in all of Game of Thrones. She had always been one of his favorite characters.
More importantly, he was now the son of a lord—the heir to Evenfall in the Stormlands. A noble from birth. No need to struggle up from the common ranks.
Once he sorted through everything, Galladon felt at ease. His memories fully merged with the body's original ones. He could recall everything from childhood onward.
"Father… I'm fine."
Lord Selwyn had been hugging him so tightly that he could barely breathe. Galladon weakly patted his father's back.
Only then did Lord Selwyn release him. The calm, wise mask he normally wore had vanished. All that remained was the raw relief and lingering fear of nearly losing his son.
He wrapped his velvet cloak around Galladon immediately.
"We're going back to the castle!"
He needed Maester Amos to examine him.
"Wait—Father!"
Before he could be carried off, Galladon broke free and stumbled toward the reef where he had fallen.
Under everyone's confused gaze, he searched through the seawater and sand.
Then—
A faint, clear light shimmered beneath the water.
When Galladon grasped it and lifted it free, everyone froze.
It was a sword unlike any earthly weapon.
The blade emitted a faint green glow, like life drawn from the deep sea. Its edges shimmered with orange-red lines like the first hint of dawn over the horizon.
The guard and hilt were forged from ivory-white material, smooth yet metallic, noble and pure. At the pommel was an oval blue-black gemstone encircled with tiny inscriptions.
The sword felt light as morning light itself.
Though none could see the inscriptions clearly, they somehow knew its name.
As if whispered into their ears—
"Just Maid."
"Holy Sword!"
"Sword of Morning Light!"
Knights and guards fell to one knee, faces filled with awe and fanatic devotion.
Young Brienne tugged at her father's clothes excitedly.
"Father! Brother! Its Just Maid!"
Lord Selwyn stood stunned, disbelief etched across his face.
Galladon, however, was staring at something else.
A translucent blue panel hovered before his eyes.
[Galladon Tarth]
Title: None
Strength: 3.12 (+)
Agility: 4.01 (+)
Spirit: 12.8 (+)
Magic: 0 (+)
Skills:
Swordsmanship (3%)
Archery (7%)
Riding (4%)
Westerosi Common Tongue (27%)
Swimming (29%)
Legendary Bloodlines:
Duskstar Bloodline (3%)
Targaryen Bloodline (0%)
Storm King Bloodline (1%)
Legendary Weapon: Just Maid (Gold)
(Highest quality. Cannot be upgraded.)
Legendary Pet: None
Judgment Points: 0
Galladon's eyes widened.
So this was his "golden finger."
There was no system voice, no guide—just the panel. The plus signs were grayed out.
To upgrade anything, he likely needed Judgment Points.
But how to obtain them?
He had no idea.
Was this system tied to his transmigration—or to the sword?
He examined the blade again.
It gleamed like the deep blue morning sky, flawless and radiant.
At the pommel, he finally made out the inscription:
Just Maid.
It truly was the legendary holy sword.
From the body's memories, he recalled diving into a sea cave beneath a cliff, seeing a light like dawn, swimming desperately toward it, pulling the sword free—
—and then losing consciousness.
Before blacking out, he had clutched it as though unwilling to let go even in death.
Now he held it again.
In Westeros, what knight wouldn't desire a blade with history?
Valyrian steel swords were priceless heirlooms among ancient houses.
And this?
This surpassed even Valyrian steel.
The faint glow alone proved it was no mortal creation.
Curious, Galladon swung the blade gently.
It sliced through the air effortlessly.
Then—
A piece of reef beside him fell away.
The cut surface was smooth as a mirror.
Galladon stared in shock.
He hadn't even felt resistance.
"Cutting iron like mud" didn't begin to describe it.
This was something far beyond that.
(End of Chapter 2)
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