Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web.

“The Castellan of Old Oak is here~~” The young knight, adorned with a boar crest, deliberately announced Garlan’s arrival in a loud voice.

Instantly.

Dozens of people inside the tent turned to look at Garlan Tyrell, who had just entered.

Garlan stepped forward silently.

According to the King’s arrangement, Old Oak had been placed under the administration of the Westerlands, and Garlan, as castellan, was now directly under the command of Duke Tywin.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on him.

Garlan walked to Duke Tywin’s desk and knelt on one knee: “Greetings, Your Grace. Garlan, representing Old Oak, respectfully awaits your instructions.”

Duke Tywin said sternly, “Castellan Garlan, please rise.”

Garlan stood up and, after a brief look around, joined the dense ranks, positioning himself neither too close nor too far from Duke Tywin.

People gradually shifted their gaze away from him.

No one spoke; the camp was quiet.

Occasionally, someone would enter from outside, simply bowing to Duke Tywin and the other lords before quietly taking their place, awaiting the start of the meeting.

Garlan observed silently.

Lord Roland Crakehall, the Earl of Crakehall, stood first on Duke Tywin’s left. Behind him were three knights, about the same age as Garlan himself, obviously having brought all three of his sons.

Dark brown background, with a black and white boar. Garlan, looking at the crests on their armor, couldn’t help but think of the knight at the entrance of the camp.

That knight only referred to him as “Castellan of Old Oak,” not even adding his name.

Duke Tywin also called him “Castellan Garlan.”

Garlan understood the meaning. Here, he could only be Tywin Lannister’s subordinate, the castellan of Old Oak, the target of the newly deceased souls’ revenge.

Even if he himself might not shed a drop of blood.

Looking around, he wondered how many people were willing to clear away the stubborn elements and hidden dangers for him, to reorganize Old Oak.

Almost all of them were from prestigious families of the Westerlands.

Directly opposite Garlan, a knight wore white armor, with a golden longbow engraved on his breastplate. This was the Uffering family, whose ancient lineage could be traced back to “Alan Oaktree the Blind Bowman” from the Age of Heroes. They were still renowned archers today, with extraordinary skills.

In front of the golden longbow was a man wearing a black hood.

The Banefort family of Banefort, who once inherited the throne of the “Hooded King,” which ended at the hands of Loren the First, the King of the Rock, known as “The Lion.”

Although they lost their kingdom and throne, the Banefort family of Banefort remained prosperous and powerful to this day.

There was also the peacock with its tail spread, the Serrett family of Silverhill; the white badger, the Lefford family of the Golden Tooth; the red bull, the Prester family of Feastfires; the white seashell, the Westerling family of the Crag…

All the prominent families from the western, southern, and central Westerlands were present, including the purple unicorn, the Brax family of Hornvale.

Lord Andros Brax stood with seven or eight young men behind him, as if the entire family had come out in full force.

Besides these.

Next to the unicorn was the orange-gold burning tree, the Marbrand family of Ashemark.

Lord Damon Marbrand did not bring his heir, but Garlan knew that Addam Marbrand had already demonstrated his “talent” at Stone Hedge.

Although the cavalry that raided Stone Hedge was mostly led by nobles from the Vale and the Riverlands.

Addam Marbrand and other generals also participated fully in the planning of tactics and troop movements, and successfully completed the task of clearing out sentries and scouts. Their contributions were no less than those from the northern kingdoms.

Moreover, many of those people were already dead.

They died from daggers, swords, spears, and arrows that came from unknown places in the dark.

Garlan looked around and saw several green arrows, the Sarsfield family of Sarsfield, who had also brought many elite archers.

For many years, bows and arrows had been indispensable battlefield weapons for both field battles and city defenses.

The advantaged side used long-range archery to reduce losses and scout out the enemy’s situation. The disadvantaged side used it to ambush forces and turn the tide of battle.

For all soldiers, arrows falling like rain were a terrifying nightmare.

But, today, would bows and arrows still be useful?

Garlan looked at the three hexagram-flagged warriors gathered together. The King’s Guard, but all three faces were very ordinary, and Garlan didn’t recognize any of them.

How will Old Oak be taken? How much resentment will I bear?

The tent remained as quiet as ever, with people gradually filling the space. Garlan felt as if he was surrounded by a large army, alone, waiting to face a harsh trial.

Huff… Huff…

A breathing sound came closer and closer from behind. Garlan turned his head sharply and saw Ser Robar Royce, who had entered before him.

Ser Robar Royce smiled at him.

Ding~

Garlan focused and opened the light screen. Ser Robar Royce had sent a message.

Garlan then learned:

Duke Tywin’s thirty thousand troops were not simply waiting outside Old Oak.

In the past few days, scouting vanguards in teams of a hundred had spread throughout the large area between Old Oak and Goldengrove, surveying the military intelligence of each location and preparing for the next step of the operation.

Old Oak was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

The day before the siege, Old Oak had received the news that King Joffrey’s Kingsguard had smoothly entered Highgarden, so they cancelled their plan to fight a decisive battle in the field and instead contracted their forces into the city, waiting for surrender.

However, Duke Tywin led his troops to surround Old Oak without making any demands for negotiation, and shot down every raven sent out and received by Old Oak.

Old Oak thus became an ignorant, isolated city.

Before long, the lords and knights became uneasy, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

Rumors spread within the city.

Many people speculated in horror: Highgarden had been annihilated by King Joffrey, and the Westerlands were going to seize the entire Reach, and no one would be spared!

Some were hoping for luck: Perhaps King Joffrey wanted to personally accept Old Oak’s surrender, so he had the army outside waiting. Maybe the King would arrive soon, and they just needed to wait patiently.

Some were decadent and depraved: While the city was still stable and supplies were sufficient, they might as well enjoy the present, and worry about the future later.

There were also people…

In any case, people were collectively hoping to successfully surrender.

The commander of the allied forces, Lord Mathos Rowan, sent teams out of the city every day to negotiate and inquire about news, but they were all detained by Duke Tywin, and none returned.

The Lady of Old Oak, Elyn Oakhart, had a relatively strong attitude and proposed to go out of the city to fight.

She had a good reason: If they won, they could show their strength and win Duke Tywin’s attention and concessions. If they failed, they could take the opportunity to end the resistance, kneel and submit, and she didn’t believe the other side would disagree.

It sounded good, but many knights were still hesitant. After all, there was risk involved. Why risk their lives for a war that had already failed?

Lord Mathos Rowan remained silent, and so the matter ended there.

They had been holding out until today.

King Joffrey’s fleet appeared at sea, and among the troops landing from the ships were the golden rose banners of Highgarden.

Duke Tywin finally sent a letter:

“By order of His Majesty, Garlan Tyrell is hereby appointed as the Second Castellan of Old Oak, with full authority to handle the administrative affairs of Old Oak and its subordinate territories, henceforth under the administration of the First Castellan of Casterly Rock, responsible to the Royal Family and the Court.”

“Castellan Garlan,” Duke Tywin put down the document in his hand, “Do you understand?”

Garlan knelt again: “Yes, Your Grace.”

“Then, let the meeting begin.”

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