Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web.

“Line up in order to receive the grace of the gods. Line up in order to receive the grace of the gods. Line up…” The resounding command echoed repeatedly in Lormark.

Hart Fell and a thousand men had already entered the castle.

The Royal Fleet's 1st Marine Regiment was stationed at various key points outside the city to prevent people from escaping or causing unrest, in case of unforeseen circumstances.

After all, the huge difference in numbers was obvious to everyone.

Perhaps some would have undesirable thoughts.

But this possibility had become increasingly small as time passed.

The priests brought enough divine grace cores and prayer stones to allow ten thousand people to bathe in divine grace and join the new world.

These people obviously could not rebel again.

Thus, the strongest and fiercest knights and soldiers were granted divine grace first. Then came the squires, the servants of noble families, and then the logistics soldiers and merchants…

When only the last glimmer of sunset remained, Lormark was completely annexed.

“Long live King Joffrey! Long live His Majesty!” Countless people shouted again and again, and the sound was still loud and clear when it reached the top of the main castle's tower.

Jon Snow stood by the window, a satisfied smile on his face.

Hart Fell stood guard by the door. Before him was his uncle's back, and his uncle was facing Commander Jon's back, looking somewhat desolate, yet seemingly indifferent.

In any case, his uncle was already a prisoner.

Commander Jon turned around, his eyes fixed on Hart's face. “Earl Hart, what do you want to do with this kinslayer? Betrayal of the country, the family, and the faith. I really don't know what punishment to give.”

‘Earl Hart’?

Hart Fell's mind was completely focused on this.

‘Earl Hart’.

He immediately felt a strange sense of unreality. I'm the Earl of Lormark?!

Jon Snow, Commander of the Kingsguard, Castellan of the Eyrie, King Joffrey's confidant, called him Earl Hart with his own mouth!

He knew that he was recognized.

Not a self-proclaimed title, not an empty promise, but a true gift and reward. Earl of Lormark!

He no longer had to worry about where to go.

As if a thousand pounds of weight had been lifted off his shoulders, the emotions that had accumulated in his heart for an unknown amount of time burst out in an instant, causing him to feel dizzy and bewildered.

Lormark.

For so many years, he had made himself forget everything.

He didn't even dare to dream of taking back Lormark, for fear of revealing a single word in his sleep. But now it had suddenly come true!

How should an earl rule?

Hart Fell was happily and anxiously tangled.

“Hart, Ser Jon is asking you a question,” his uncle said calmly, as if chatting about everyday matters.

Hart Fell frowned, then composed himself and respectfully saluted Commander Jon. “Reporting to you, Commander, I have not learned much and dare not make reckless comments. Just deal with it according to the law.”

According to the law, the crime was unforgivable.

Jon nodded slightly. “Then behead him. It's the most common death penalty. It will also preserve some dignity for Lormark and show His Majesty's mercy.”

It was much better than hanging or burning.

Haywood Fell smiled in relief. “Thank you for your kindness, Ser. What more could I ask for than such a quick and clean death?”

He turned to his nephew.

“Hart, please sew my head back onto my body afterward and bury me with a complete corpse. Just bury me in the 'Old Woods', next to my father and older brother.”

His uncle's tone was no different from usual, as if he was still giving orders.

Why?

It was as if he was still the Earl of Lormark. Hart Fell thought uncomfortably.

“Who will do it?” Haywood Fell asked.

Jon looked at Hart Fell, causing the new earl to tremble all over and quickly wave his hands. “My lord, the gods have long decreed that mortals cannot personally commit kinslaying.”

Jon sighed. “Then I'll do it.”

He grasped the hilt of his sword.

“My lord, before the execution, please allow me to be alone with my nephew for a moment,” Haywood Fell lowered his head. “As a dying man's last wish.”

Jon released the hilt of his sword. “A quarter of an hour.”

Jon walked towards the door. “Earl Hart, take the prisoner to the training grounds afterward.”

Bang~

The door closed tightly, and the outside sounds instantly weakened, making the atmosphere much quieter.

“Sit down, good nephew.”

His uncle sat down on his own, still in his usual seat.

Hart Fell moved his lips, but remained silent and sat down. He chose the chair farthest from the front, with the same height as the main seat.

“Sit closer.” His uncle was not satisfied.

“For the last time. Even for the sake of our many years of happy times, come over and give your uncle the last bit of comfort.”

Hart Fell sat resentfully on the side seat. “You killed my father! And grandfather!”

“Who said that?” His uncle questioned sternly.

“Don't think that shouting a few words during a war makes everything true! Truth and falsehood are not that simple!”

Hart Fell just sneered. “You think I'll still believe you?”

“Why not?”

Haywood Fell had a look of firmness and frankness. “I raised you, placed the sword on your shoulder, knighted you, and was going to marry you off and grant you land. I ruled Lormark with all my heart and never harmed my own people…”

“I should be the Earl of Lormark!” Hart Fell couldn't help but shout.

“Not you! It's me! I should be the one who did all this! Your seat is mine. I should be the one who knights your son!”

His uncle gave him a look of pity. “Little Hart, are you still so naive?”

Hart Fell's face was flushed red. “Don't call me that!”

His uncle continued, “Laws are just laws. If everything is done according to the law and rules, I ask you, do you have to pay for trampling on farmland? Do you have to pay with your life for killing civilians? Is it rape if you insist on sleeping with a girl? Answer me.”

Hart Fell was speechless. After all, he had done all three things.

His uncle said earnestly, “My older brother and father left one after another, and the family was being watched by outsiders. Tell me, could I let an infant shoulder the burden and deal with the crisis?”

Hart Fell just opened his mouth, but his uncle stopped him with his hand.

“Forget it, there's not much time left, and there are more important things.” His uncle stood up. “Don't be the Earl of Lormark.”

Hart Fell immediately widened his eyes.

“Are you crazy?!”

His uncle was still calm. “For your own sake, and for the sake of the family, immediately ask the king to cancel the title of Earl of Lormark and only establish a castellan of Lormark!”

Only a moment.

Hart Fell's pupils jumped, and his heart was horrified.

Castellan?

Yes, castellan!

Why didn't I think of it sooner! I clearly saw those things in Rain House City, why didn't I wake up!

His uncle walked up to him.

Hart Fell looked up blankly, and saw only love and trust in his uncle's eyes.

“From today on, the Fell family is all up to you.”

Hart Fell was inexplicably sad.

“Time's up,” his uncle smiled. “Take me to the training grounds. I chose the wrong path. You will walk more steadily and further.”

Hart Fell no longer had any arrogance.

He followed his uncle down the steps, into the courtyard, and to the training grounds, lying on the execution platform.

Tens of thousands of people watched the execution.

Commander Jon drew his long sword, and flames suddenly arose.

The red sword fell…

It was already late at night.

Storm's End was still bright and noisy.

Joffrey leaned by the window. The sky was dotted with stars, the sea sparkled, and the ground was brightly lit.

Just like the sentient beings of the Seven Kingdoms.

Highgarden, Stone Hedge, Storm's End, Lormark. There was no need to worry about the war anymore.

But the Shield Islands, sea monsters were coming.