iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 369 The Little Devil's Sword Skills

Tyrion's angry shouts gradually faded away. Green Crabbe turned his head and saw that the old lion's hands were trembling as he grasped the armrest, while the Duke of Mace looked up at the throne room with a flushed face.

"Silence! Silence!"

"Silence! Silence! Silence!" The elegant chanting of the chief steward, which almost became a scream, finally brought peace back to the hall.

Green leaned slightly towards where Lord Tywin was and said, "Prince Tywin, I think we can just make the verdict."

"I agree."

Lord Mace also looked at Lord Tywin and said, "We need not heed the cries of the guilty."

Pursing his lips, he continued, "I believe that no one present will be deceived by the little devil's nonsense."

With a quick glance at Lord Mace, Lord Tywin slowly stood up from his chair and paused, then the others followed suit and stood up one after another.

"The trial is over. I declare Tyrion Lannister guilty of murder."

After looking at Duke Green and Duke Mace respectively, Duke Tywin said loudly: "I pronounce the verdict..."

"please wait………"

Archbishop Auldore left the gallery and came to the platform. "My Lords, the gods are merciful to the world, but they will never forgive a vicious person like Tyrion Lannister. He not only committed a serious crime, but also had a despicable character. This is something that no good person can tolerate."

He seemed to be praying: "I beg you, please deprive the guilty man, Tyrion Lannister, of the right to wear black and to be tried by combat."

He spread his hands: "Gods bear witness!"

hum!
The hall became noisy again, with many people nodding and praising Archbishop Olido's flawless and just heart.

Glancing coldly upstairs, Lord Tywin said, "I agree to Archbishop Auldore's request."

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Inside the cell, there was mushroom and butter snail soup, pork pie and roast chicken on the table, and Tyrion was feasting on them.

With a "puff" sound, Tyrion spat out the chicken bone, picked up the wine glass and took a big gulp of wine.

Putting down the wine glass and sitting motionless for a long moment, Tyrion wiped the tears from his cheeks with the back of his hand.

He told Tessa in his heart that although he was a stupid and cowardly dwarf, he would definitely avenge her and himself.

Rubbing his face vigorously, Tyrion tore off a roasted chicken leg and chewed it. He had to eat his fill, as he would have quite a few guests tonight.

Night falls.

Tyrion welcomed his first guest, Kevan Lannister.

The uncle who was usually kind to Tyrion now looked distant and cold.

Ser Kevan stared at his nephew who was grinning at him for a while, and said directly: "Tyrion, in the morning of two days, you will be taken to the Mud Gate and beheaded."

Tyrion spread his hands and said, "My dear uncle, don't feel sorry for me. Didn't you already know that this would be the outcome for me?"

There was a dull silence. Ser Kevan shook his head and said, "You might...very likely have worn black."

He added: "Perhaps I should have advised you to plead guilty earlier, Tyrion."

Tyrion leaned against the table, grinning. "Uncle, I know you are a fair man. You are doing this for your family, right?"

Ser Kevan's eyes turned cold. "Because of you, our family has been disgraced enough. I mean what happened today."

Tyrion raised his glass to his uncle. "Give my regards to Lord Tywin. A Lannister always pays his debts."

"Not only the Lannisters, but everyone has determined that you are the murderer."

Ser Kevan exhaled and continued, "Tyrion, if you can go to the Wall, it will be safer than staying in King's Landing or anywhere else. Even if you are found not guilty, the Dornish will tear you to pieces. I repeat, everyone has determined that you are the murderer, including the Dornish and Prince Doran Nymeros Martell."

Tyrion lowered his eyes, took a sip of summer red, and said, "Uncle, you care about me more than I thought."

There was a pause. Ser Kevan walked to the chair beside the table and sat down. "Tyrion, you are my brother's son."

Tyrion stood on tiptoe and poured Ser Kevan a glass of wine. "My good uncle, you should have reminded him of this earlier, but I understand your difficulty. After all, I am his eternal stain."

Ser Kevan's tone was stern. "Tyrion, I see it all. You don't feel the love of your father from Tywin, but...if you were not his and Joanna's son, would he allow you to wear the mad lion emblem, use Lannister gold, and stay in the women's house all day long?"

After a pause, he sighed and continued, "Tywin's character was also forced out. Your grandfather (Laughing Lion, Tytos Lannister) was kind and gentle to others, so he was despised by the vassal states, and some even openly opposed him. The lords outside borrowed our money and never wanted to return it. In the Red Castle, they laughed at Lannister as a toothless lion. Even the steward of Casterly Rock dared to steal your grandfather's treasure. In addition, that prostitute-like woman dared to wear your grandmother's jewelry and clothes. She also interfered in the affairs of the family and even sat in his seat when your grandfather was absent from the banquet!"

His tone became slightly excited: "The burden of reviving the Lannister family fell on Tywin's shoulders. When he was twenty years old, he took on the burden of ruling the Seven Kingdoms."

He clenched his fist and said, "Twenty years! For twenty years, he worked hard, but in the end, he only got the jealousy of Aerys (Mad King). There was no honor, only stabs and insults from behind, but he still brought peace, prosperity and justice to the Seven Kingdoms."

He looked at Tyrion: "This is the head of the Lannister family, your father, Lord Tywin."

"What a great man..."

Tyrion suddenly raised his drooping face and said angrily: "But this is no reason for him to humiliate my wife!"

After looking at his nephew for a long time, Ser Kevan opened his mouth and said, "Tyrion, the marriage between a duke's son and a peasant's daughter will not be blessed in the Seven Kingdoms, but will only be ridiculed. Your father puts the family honor and prestige first, and he will never become a laughing stock for the Lannisters."

Looking at his nephew in pain, he closed his eyes: "Perhaps there is a better way to solve it, but he is Tywin Lannister, and you are his son."

"You know the whole thing..."

Tyrion muttered, his pupils constricted, and he grabbed Ser Kevan and said, "Tell me, what did you do with my wife?"

His tone was sad. "Please, uncle, if you will tell me, I am willing to reveal to you a Lannister joke, a real joke."

Uncle and nephew looked at each other again, and there was a pause. Ser Kevan saw the tears welling up in Tyrion's eyes.

He sighed and said, "The steward of Casterly Rock sent her to a merchant ship bound for the other side of the strait."

Hearing this, Tyrion looked Ser Kevan in the eye and said word by word, "Tywin didn't kill her. She's alive, right?"

Ser Kevan frowned. "Your father is the lord of Casterly Rock. He would not want to kill a... girl."

Sensing his nephew's suspicion, he added, "Tywin punished your grandfather's mistress by banishing her from the West, but he didn't kill her." Letting go of Ser Kevan, Tyrion turned around, resting his hands on the edge of the bed. After a long silence, he slowly spoke, "Cersei and Jaime... keep an eye on them... they're having an incestuous relationship..."

Ser Kevan paused as he picked up the wine glass, and a small amount of red liquid spilled onto the table.

He didn't want to believe it: "Jaime... How could Jaime do such a thing, Tyrion, he is your brother, he loves you, you can't..."

"Unbelievable, right?"

Tyrion tilted his head slightly, his voice a little hoarse: "I was the one who covered up for them in the past, now it's up to you. You can find out if it's true with a little investigation."

He turned back and grinned: "This is the real laughing stock."

After a pause, Sir Kevan took a sip of wine, calmly put down the glass, and said: "I will investigate..."

His eyes suddenly became sharp: "Who knows about this?"

Tyrion exhaled slowly. "The only good news is that they are cautious... Maybe Lancel knows something. If I wasn't about to be beheaded, I would take this to my grave."

His expression was tangled for a while, and he continued: "Uncle, as a thank you for your love and care for me... I want to remind you that my good nephew is becoming more and more like... Mad King II. I'm sure you should have noticed it. Keep an eye on Joffrey. When he is alone with... Tywin, you need to think more about safety issues. According to my experience..."

Pinching his chin, he forced a smile and said, "Don't respect him as a king. Treat him as a child who needs strict discipline from adults. Only in this way will he not dare to go crazy."

Looking at his dwarf nephew, Ser Kevan's expression was complicated. Tyrion was Tywin's true heir, not Jaime.

"I'll pay attention."

Ser Kevan stood up, looked his nephew over, sighed, and continued, "Tyrion, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Are you asking about my last wishes, uncle?"

Tyrion thought for a moment and shook his head. "I don't have anything... well... I have... I hope... you can take care of Tommen and Myrcella and take my share."

Nodding, Ser Kevan moved his feet and stood in front of the cell door, his back to Tyrion. "I will not come to see you again, my nephew."

After saying that, he knocked on the door, and after the door opened, he strode away.

Looking at the cell door that closed again, Tyrion murmured, "I'm sorry... my uncle..."

No sadness tonight... Tyrion rubbed his face with his hands and cheered himself up.

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Less than an hour later, the cell door creaked open again, and Tyrion welcomed his second guest, Joffrey Baratheon.

Tyrion knelt humbly. "Thank you, my king, for your mercy."

Joffrey, dressed in a golden robe, took off his helmet. He looked at the dwarf with disdain and pursed his lips: "Do you need me to pardon you, uncle?"

Tyrion looked up, his eyes full of love. "I do not ask to see you to embarrass you, your majesty."

Hearing this, Joffrey asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Tyrion stood up, hesitated, and said, "It is Lord Tywin who really wants to kill me. He will not allow you to pardon me."

Joffrey immediately got angry: "I am the king, what right does he have to control me?!"

"I know I know………"

Tyrion looked at his nephew with tearful eyes: "Joffrey, you are not yet an adult. You have to be patient for the time being. I am sorry that I cannot witness your reign in person..."

Tyrion's affection earned him a cold snort from Joffrey. He looked around the dim and narrow cell and said, "Don't try to get my forgiveness with this little trick. Even if Grandpa doesn't chop off your head, I will do it sooner or later."

His face twisted. "Now everyone knows that you beat me. You must die, you damned dwarf!"

Tyrion explained sincerely: "I had to do it, Joffrey, I had my reasons for doing so..."

"Shut up!"

Joffrey suddenly grasped the hilt of his sword, Lion's Tooth, and Tyrion stepped back in fright. He stumbled over his left foot and almost fell.

Seeing Tyrion in such a state of disarray, Joffrey chuckled, "You really are a cowardly clown."

Tyrion stood up straight, clenched his fists secretly, and smiled flatteringly: "Please forgive my recklessness, your kind king."

Joffrey waved his hand impatiently: "I don't have time to waste with you. Didn't you send someone to tell me that you have a way to make Lord Tywin obedient? Tell me quickly..."

He paused and said angrily, "Dwarf, are you deceiving me? If you have such a method, why did you get beheaded?"

Tyrion quickly dispelled Joffrey's suspicions: "That's because I'm not the king."

Joffrey stared at Tyrion's face for a moment, then snorted contemptuously. "Tell me, what is it?"

Tyrion cleared his throat and said, "Joffrey, you are not Robert the Great's son."

Joffrey was stunned at first, then... with a swish, he drew his sword and slashed at Tyrion.

Tyrion rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding the sword. He spoke quickly: "Hear me out..."

"Shut up!" Joffrey stabbed with his lion-tooth sword.

Tyrion was a little quicker than Joffrey and jumped onto the bed, narrowly avoiding the attack again.

"Don't hide!"

Joffrey raised his sword to strike, but Tyrion picked up the pillow and threw it out with all his might. "You will die at Tywin's hands!"

puff!
The sharp lion's fangs collided with the pillow. In an instant, the goose feathers filling the pillow gushed out like a flood, and scattered all over the place.

Tyrion gasped, "After listening to me, I am at your disposal!"

After Jiebai finished speaking, goose feathers filled the air, like a sudden, gentle snowstorm, with a bit of absurdity after a thrilling event.

Joffrey shook off the goose feathers that had fallen on his hair and panted, "Very well, I will let you taste the consequences of humiliating the king."

(End of this chapter)