chapter 116 part 2
*I must be flexible. This is all for the sake of creating a new chapter in the history of my Faith!*
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The next day, Glynn stood on the docks of Mermaid's Port, reluctantly bidding farewell to Septon Jaril, who was hurrying back to the Great Sept.
Just as Glynn was lamenting that he could only escort him as far as the docks, he received intelligence delivered from the Pentos trading company.
Daenerys had split with Illyrio?
Had she awakened ahead of schedule?
Glynn's long fingers ran through his dark hair. Could this be another version of the powerful female protagonist's script?
Glynn, king of the grind, set off in the direction of the Hall of Affairs.
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King's Landing, Maegor's Holdfast.
Cersei Lannister, with a red handprint on her face, said angrily, "I will wear this as a medal of honor!"
Robert Baratheon's voice boomed like a great bell, "Then wear it quietly, or I'll honor you again."
Queen Cersei stubbornly lifted her chin, glaring at King Robert before her.
"Damn it, as soon as I get back here, it's nothing but headaches."
Robert first complained, then shouted at Cersei, "Jon is dead! As my eldest son, I don't need to fake sadness for Joffrey, but he absolutely cannot celebrate! And you sent him fine wine and food, encouraging his absurd behavior! For fuck's sake, what kind of mother are you! By the gods, this stupid woman is still my queen!"
Queen Cersei snapped, "Joffrey is not only the heir to the Iron Throne, he is also the son of Cersei Lannister! The Red Keep is his home, he can do whatever he wants!"
"You!"
King Robert's face flushed red with anger at Cersei's outrageous words, and he couldn't help but raise his hand again.
Facing the enraged Robert, Cersei, on the contrary, stepped forward fearlessly.
"Damn it, damn it all!"
The rational part of Robert that still remained made him lower his hand.
If he didn't control his anger, Robert worried he might become the first king to slap his queen to death.
Thinking of his eldest son, and then of his wife… Robert wanted a drink.
Jon Arryn was suddenly dead.
Besides his two brothers, that cowardly pufferfish had also come from so far away to join the commotion!
And also, why was there still no news from that bastard Ned? Does the stupid wolf need to hibernate for the winter?
Robert warned, "Cersei, don't let me find you teaching him your foolishness again! If there's a next time, I'll send Joffrey to Storm's End! When that happens, you won't see him again unless I'm dead!"
Cersei said furiously, "On what grounds?!"
"On what grounds? On the grounds that I'm the one sitting on that iron chair!"
Robert snorted coldly, said no more, turned, and strode out of the room.
Cersei stared at Robert's retreating back, her whole body trembling with rage.
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Outside the room, Robert found Jaime Lannister blocking his path, glaring at him.
King Robert sneered, "Another Lannister? Does the Kingslayer want to practice his old trade again?"
An uncontrollable fury flashed in Jaime's eyes, like a provoked lion.
King Robert's tone was dismissive. "Lannister, if you don't have the guts to stab me in the back, then put away your useless rage!"
After speaking, Robert's powerful frame shoved straight past Jaime, leaving a cold snort behind him.
Jaime's teeth ground together with a "creak," and the veins on the back of the hand gripping his sword hilt bulged.
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The Great Sept of Baelor was located atop Visenya's Hill in King's Landing. It was the heart of the Faith of the Seven and the seat of the High Septon.
The sept itself was a magnificent dome of white marble, with seven crystal towers rising from its structure.
Inside a corridor of the Great Sept.
Varys clasped his hands together and said flatteringly, "Lord Mace, only the fragrance of the rose can soothe the people's grief over losing the Hand. Your timely arrival has allowed them to find hope once more."
Lord Mace stroked his beard and said, "We were all hoping for Hand Jon's recovery. His passing is unavoidably saddening. Varys, I can only do my small part!"
Varys bowed his head. "You are truly merciful and humble! Compared to you, all I am left with is the panic of suddenly losing Hand Jon."
Petyr's attire was as impeccable as ever, but it couldn't hide the exhaustion on his face.
"Hand Jon single-handedly raised me to a member of the Small Council. This is something everyone knows..."
As he spoke, Petyr shook his head with a pained expression and continued, "I always thought I was serving the realm. Only now do I see my heart clearly. I was actually serving Lord Jon! My lords, I am very lost. I don't even know which path to take from now on."
Petyr was full of sincere emotion. Lord Mace quickly comforted him, "Petyr, you are too humble. I have heard of your abilities even in Highgarden. Being able to manage the kingdom's finances is no simple matter."
Petyr showed a look of gratitude. "Lord Mace, your arrival has eased my confusion. To be praised by you is my greatest honor!"
Lord Mace patted Petyr's shoulder. "The members of the Small Council are the pillars of the realm. I hope you all move past your grief soon. The affairs of the kingdom cannot be managed without your hard work."
Varys smiled and said softly, "Lord Mace, your words bring joy to the heart. You have encouraged us without meaning to. We will certainly do our utmost!"
Petyr's lips curled. "You see, everyone has been encouraged by you. You are the true pillar of the realm."
Lord Mace stroked his beard. "As long as we can work together, the kingdom will soon be stable."
"Well said!" The others echoed in agreement.
A cold snort shattered the friendly and pleasant atmosphere.
When a grim-faced Stannis appeared before them, the corridor suddenly fell silent.
Stannis said coldly, "I heard your cheerful laughter from a great distance. Are we holding a celebration here?"
"Haha!"
Renly walked over from the side, laughing loudly.
"Stannis, although I've witnessed your knack for ruining the mood many times, I'm still impressed every time I see it!"
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The sky gradually awakened from the pitch-black night. The first ray of sunlight pierced through the thin mist, casting a soft, warm hue over King's Landing.
Dong~ Dong~ Dong~ Dong~ Dong~ Dong~
Glynn stood on the deck at the ship's bow, gazing at the majestic King's Landing and the tall Red Keep. A melody from his past life surfaced in his mind once more.
I, Glynn, have returned!
(end of chapter)