Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web.

Chapter 242: Crossroads of Destiny

The entire place fell silent.

Everyone looked at the writhing, whimpering half-body on the ground, their hearts trembling.

Gods.

It would have been better to just kill him!

What has he become now?! A bloody, disgusting mass of flesh, a brand new form of torture!

People heard.

Crow's Eye made a weak, miserable sound, and then there was no other noise. But the king's cold and stern judgment seemed to still echo in the hall.

Everyone understood.

Crow's Eye's fate had been completely sealed.

Such a heavy punishment had already been inflicted, what more could be done?

Compared to this, the death penalty seemed like a form of leniency.

With this, the lords and knights of the Shield Islands had even less reason to stand up and object.

Feeling inexplicably uneasy, they looked around.

Most of the people attending the meeting in the hall were officers under the king and nobles from elsewhere. Only a few dozen of their own people from the Shield Islands were present, less than a tenth of the total number.

The scenes visible through the dozen or so windows were all of sea monsters, no, the sea monster Kraken, a small part of it.

This monster was lying in the courtyard outside the hall. And on its way to crawl to the castle, most of the people in Hewitt Town had seen it.

The harbor at sea was full of the king's warships, making the already small pier seem even more cramped.

A full three hundred ships.

The power of these warships had already been clearly displayed, they could be called invincible at sea.

Recalling all the things they had seen, the changes, and the details of the past two days, they looked at Garlan Tyrell, who was standing not far from King Joffrey.

The Shield Islands of Highgarden had lost the solid defense they once possessed. What did the golden roses think about this?

Garlan was counting the floor tiles with his gaze.

Falia Flowers looked deeply at Garlan, as if she understood his silence and melancholy of yesterday.

The king could act so wantonly in the Hewitt family's castle, so would he restrain himself much when dealing with Highgarden?

Perhaps it had to be like this before. But the Iron Throne of today no longer needs to be like this.

Garlan was probably unwilling to make this trip in the first place.

The golden roses offered up the Shields.

Falia gave Garlan one last look, filled with complex emotions that she couldn't even explain herself, then withdrew her gaze and breathed a sigh of relief.

The past is the past.

Falia straightened the naval officer's badge pinned on her chest. Now, I am in the navy, belonging to the Royal Fleet, pursuing glory and victory.

"Mya."

The king spoke softly, breaking the unspeakable and gloomy silence.

Falia and the others all looked at the girl.

Falia couldn't help but sigh silently. The fates of two bastard daughters were completely overturned on the same day.

One won the future, and one was reborn.

In comparison, Falia understood that the Mya in front of her was undoubtedly more unfortunate than herself, and had also received greater redemption.

Mya Stone. A bastard daughter from the Westerlands.

Falia saw on her face the joy of revenge, the gradually hidden resentment, and a strange sense of apprehension and anticipation.

"Your Majesty." Mya Stone knelt directly in front of the king, looking up at the king's handsome face.

"House Farman should not perish like this," the king said, "The devastated Fair Isle also needs a new leader, a noble, upright, kind, loyal, and convincing leader."

Immediately, heavy breathing filled the hall.

Falia was equally surprised.

She stared at Mya Stone. The girl lowered her head sadly, quietly awaiting orders.

The king sighed, "Fortunately, we still have you, Mya Stone, who grew up in the Farman family's castle and lived with her parents and brothers."

Mya Stone couldn't stop trembling, seeming to be crying, but also seeming to be holding back excitement.

Falia understood the great significance of the king's words.

There are also differences between bastards. Bastards who are not recognized by their fathers can mostly only live alone outside, not much better than orphans without support.

Bastards who are recognized are much luckier.

Usually, they will be brought back to their father's castle and live with their noble families, and can be regarded as members of the family.

The king can even legitimize the recognized bastards, so that they have the right to inherit their father's territory, titles, castles, and wealth. Although the order of inheritance can only be ranked at the very end.

The premise is that they are publicly recognized and integrated into the family.

In fact, not all bastards living in castles are necessarily recognized family members. Falia naturally has a deep understanding of this.

She herself was not recognized by her father.

But she had to suffer the cold eyes and bullying of her stepmother and legitimate sisters. The usual suffering of bastard daughters.

If she didn't know that she could only live worse after leaving the castle, Falia, who had long been fed up, would never have endured and humbled herself as a "maid"!

Then, what about Mya Stone?

Did Lord Farman also let her live under his own hall, but did he recognize Mya's identity?

Falia had never heard of it.

The situation of bastard daughters being recognized by their fathers is not unusual. Even if the place is far away in the Westerlands, the Shield Islands should not have heard any rumors about this rare and strange thing.

Mya wasn't recognized?

Falia couldn't think like that. After all, King Joffrey had already recognized it himself, could it be fake?

Falia thought a lot, but it was only for a moment.

Then she heard the king say: "In the name of the Iron Throne, the bloodline of Mya Stone is hereby legal. According to the law, she enjoys the right to inherit all legal property belonging to the Farman family's fiefdom, titles, and wealth."

The king reached out and patted the girl, "Do you have any objections? Mya Farman."

The audience held their breath.

Mya Farman had tears in her eyes and a big smile on her face, "Mya Farman respectfully obeys His Majesty's will!"

Falia felt a pang in her heart, and an indescribable bitterness rose in her mouth. Mya Farman! Stone became Farman! A bastard daughter became a Farman! A Farman of Fair Isle!

Not only was she reborn, but she also rose to the sky in one step!

What's more, no one of the Farman family's direct line survived, who else could compete with her for the inheritance?

Falia couldn't help but feel envy and even jealousy.

Compared to what Mya Stone got, what is a mere liaison officer?! Isn't she still a lowly bastard daughter! Not even the lowest noble!

The king even said: "State affairs are heavy, so everything should be kept simple. Mya Farman, Fair Isle and the Farman family are entrusted to you. Right here, swear allegiance to your legitimate king, Lord Farman, Governor of Fair Isle."

The gazes of the crowd crossed more intensely.

Governor again! The king's thoughts can be completely determined. Can the Shield Islands escape?

Governor. Falia Flowers rekindled hope. That's right, King Joffrey must still have ideas about the Shield Islands! I can help! My identity is just right! It must be right!

Falia's eyes were fiery, and she turned her head to look directly at the high platform.

The king had already helped up the lucky woman, and gave her a special circular badge. Then the king looked over here.

"Falia, come forward," the king said with a smile.

Falia blinked, took a deep breath, stepped on the blood on the ground, stepped over the withered half of Crow's Eye, and walked towards the king……

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