Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 455: vigilance

  Chapter 455 Vigilance

  Tyrion returned to the room full of thoughts, and saw Cersei striding towards him.

   "Have you caught Loras?"

"not yet."

   "Useless stuff," she cursed with her chin raised, "you have three days to catch it, otherwise..."

   "Or what will you do to me?" Tyrion interrupted.

   "Throw you back into the dungeon!" Cersei threatened, "Don't forget, Tyrion, your sins are not forgiven."

   "What about your sin, dear sister?"

   "What is my crime?"

   "You don't?" Tyrion smiled sarcastically, "As a widowed queen, don't you have too many bed partners?"

   "You, what are you talking about!" Cersei finally started to panic. She lowered her voice and warned, "Do you believe the lies of Eddard Stark and Samwell Caesar? Tommen is your own nephew, are you going to destroy him?"

  Tyrion heard the prayer from his sister's last words, but at this moment his heart was as cold as iron:

   "It was you who ruined him."

   "You don't have any evidence!" Cersei insisted on recalcitrance, "Ed Stark himself admitted that the book of the former grand maester was forged!"

   "Father's sword is on his neck, of course that's all he can say. But, you're right, no one can testify to your affair with James. But what about the others? Will they die to help you keep the secret like my brother did?"

   "Who else?" Cersei's eyes began to panic.

   "For example, our dear cousin Lancel, such as Sir Osmond Kettleblack, or, for example, Moonboy." Tyrion admired the horror on his sister's face, "Oh, dear sister, I have to say, your taste is really amazing. Lancel and Osmond are fine, but Moonboy? Tsk tsk, if my brother knows that you have found such a person as his substitute, I'm afraid I'm going crazy."

   "You slander!" Cersei cried.

   This time she failed to control the volume, which immediately attracted the attention of the nobles in the room.

  Cersei only felt that those eyes seemed to be judging herself, so she quickly lowered her voice and said:

   "Without evidence, you don't want to insult the reputation of the Empress Dowager of the Seven Kingdoms out of thin air!"

   "I don't have any evidence, but Varys has it." Tyrion said with a smile, "Otherwise, how would I know that you slept with Yuetong? Hehe, guess, if we catch these people for trial, will they desperately keep your secret?"

   Cersei began to tremble: "You, you can't do this...you will destroy the Lannister family..."

   "If you don't want to lose your reputation, you'd better stop fighting against me." Tyrion finally expressed his purpose.

  Cersei didn't refute this time, apparently out of fear.

  Tyrion nodded with satisfaction: "Very well, sister, I still prefer you who are silent."

   Cersei lowered her head and moved her mouth, but she didn't say anything after all. It seemed that she had really surrendered to her brother.

   "Begin," Tyrion announced, "escort my father to the Great Sept of Baelor."

   All the nobles of the Western Region had different expressions when they heard the words. Some set off without hesitation, while others subconsciously looked at the queen mother, but after seeing that she didn't express anything, they also accepted Tyrion's order.

  At least I have temporarily controlled the West Territory. Tyrion told himself so. But there are three other realms...

  Seven knights of the Lannister family lifted the coffin and walked out.

  The rest followed suit one after another.

   Tyrion mounted the filly and slowly descended Aegon's Hill.

  The seven white knights of the Kingsguard walked at the forefront of the team on white horses, followed by the Lannister family guards in red and gold costumes, and the coffin of Duke Tywin.

  There are heavy guards along the way to prevent mobs from rioting.

   However, unexpectedly, there were not many people on the street at all.

  For the death of the Hand of the King, the people of King's Landing were extremely indifferent.

  Father, it seems that not many people really love you. Tyrion complained secretly, but couldn't help but think of what Duke Tywin had taught him—

  【Love is the most useless thing in the world. It can neither be eaten nor used, nor can it be used to keep warm in cold nights. 】

  Tyrion suddenly felt that his father deserved such treatment. He has never loved anyone, and naturally he will not be loved.

  The team came to Visenya Hills and entered the magnificent Baelor Cathedral.

  Tyrion got off his horse when he saw the archbishop waiting on the steps.

  Led by the archbishop, the team walked through the hall of lights, came to the central hall of the church, walked down one of the seven wide walkways under the dome, and came to the statue of the seven gods.

  Under the towering dome made of crystal, glass, and gold, Duke Tywin was placed in a marble coffin on a high platform.

  The nobles in the palace knelt down behind the king.

  Tyrion's eyes wandered among the crowd, looking for Roose Bolton, the lord of the Dreadfort.

   but not found.

   This made him frown slightly.

  The archbishop began to recite the eulogy, and Tyrion could only suppress his inner doubts and worries, and bowed his head.

  ...

  Outside the church, some people still gathered.

   But it's hard to say whether they came to mourn the passing of the Hand of the King, or to watch the excitement.

   "Can we go in and see?" Arya Stark asked enthusiastically.

   "It won't be our turn until the nobles finish their mourning. It will probably be in the evening." Sansa said, "Also, don't laugh! It will be miserable for people to see."

   "Oh." Arya nodded again and again, with a straight face, but she couldn't hide the schadenfreude in her eyes.

   At this moment, a group of guards walked towards them quickly.

   "It's over, they saw you laughing!" Sansa was terrified, and complained to her sister, "I just said don't join in the fun!"

   "Run!" Arya grabbed her sister and was about to run away.

   But the soldiers have surrounded them.

   "Don't be nervous." A soft voice comforted.

  Arya's sharp eyes saw Varys behind the guard:

   "It's you! You betrayed us!"

   "I'm helping you." Varys stepped forward with a smile, "Besides, now there is an opportunity for you to clean up the traitors in the north. If you want revenge, come with me."

   "Really?" Arya asked in surprise.

   "Of course it is true." Varys said, "His Majesty Caesar is approaching the city, and the Lannister situation is over. Some accounts should be settled."

   "What do we need to do?" Sansa was still a little worried.

   "All you need is to show your identities in front of the northern nobles." Varys said, "Leave the rest to us."

   "Will the Lannisters be against us?"

   "Tywin is dead. Now Lord Tyrion is in charge. To tell you the truth, he has made up his mind to surrender to His Majesty Caesar. Now we need your help to clean up some disobedient nobles."

  The two sisters looked at each other, Sansa was still hesitating, but Arya had made up her mind:

   "Okay! We'll go with you!"