Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Sir Cortnay Penrose's face was indifferent, having completely given up hope for the melee within the city.

Everything was over…

The city gates had been completely lost, the passages occupied, the barracks, warehouses, and armories all fallen into enemy hands, and the battle in the great hall was about to end.

Fortunately, the city walls were temporarily stable, allowing him to have one last moment to reflect and analyze.

Now, the only thing left to do was this, wasn't it?

Cortnay Penrose gave a miserable smile.

At this moment, his mind was clearer than ever before. His thoughts raced, and he quickly understood many things.

The truth was right in front of him.

Joffrey's army was so powerful, unimaginably powerful.

When did it start?

At least not today, nor after the siege, but before that.

How terrifying.

What crucial information.

Cortnay Penrose didn't know whether to resent himself, hate himself for not discovering it sooner, for being deceived by the enemy's disguise, and even misleading King Renly.

Truly damnable.

That's right, Rain House and Griffin's Roost, the ravens from these castles also brought false news.

Fatal news.

These castles were definitely not as safe as they claimed. Even Storm's End could not resist that terrifying power, so what castles could?

Cape Wrath was finished, long finished.

Cortnay Penrose only realized this now, but it was already too late, far too late.

Did those castles actively lie in their letters, or were they threatened? Had the lords and maesters already sided with King Joffrey, or were they severely punished?

Cortnay Penrose sighed deeply.

All of this was meaningless now. The reality was irreversible.

These castles had already sent out messages.

Moreover, Storm's End was definitely not the only place to receive these messages. Stonehelm, Greenslade, and Haystack Hall, those castles closer to King Renly must have been deceived as well.

Adding to that, the message sent from Storm's End seemed even more trustworthy.

Then.

Where was King Renly?

A terrifying guess flashed through his mind, causing Cortnay Penrose a strange pang of pain.

I have harmed Lord Renly!?

Recalling the letter he had personally written more than ten days ago, so clearly, Cortnay Penrose knew that he was deeply guilty.

He really couldn't believe it.

But all the signs now were telling him this cruel truth. His previous doubts had been answered in this unacceptable way.

Why choose to attack today?

Cortnay Penrose looked north, his eyes pleading to the monarch beyond his sight. Lord Renly, were you coming? Because of my letter, did you bring your army here?

If that were the case, leave quickly while it's not too late…

Cortnay Penrose closed his eyes sadly, leave Storm's End while there was still a chance, leave the Seven Kingdoms, leave all the regions that ships could reach.

Leave the voyage range of the Royal Fleet.

Yes. Although he hadn't witnessed the true power of the Royal Fleet, he had already guessed a lot.

Violent explosions.

That weapon that destroyed the gates of Storm's End, wasn't it more suitable to be placed on warships?

The swaying sea, the flying iron balls, what fortresses on the coast could withstand such power? Perhaps the castles of Cape Wrath were conquered because of this.

Cortnay Penrose felt no resentment in his heart.

Lord Renly was determined to be king and seize the Iron Throne, he could not object and would do his best to be loyal. But to ask him to judge right and wrong?

Cortnay Penrose didn't think he had the qualifications or ability to do so.

Victory in war was of course good, but if he failed, he should face it calmly and accept any outcome. After all, it was a rebellion, and the losers should not cry out for injustice.

He only hoped that Lord Renly could leave safely.

But his wishes obviously would not have any real impact.

Before the sun set, Storm's End would be completely occupied, no one could save it, no one could escape. Lord Renly was unaware of the disaster that had occurred here.

Until Lord Renly appeared outside Storm's End.

What would happen then?

Boom boom boom~

The sound of the terrifying weapons seemed to ring out again, Cortnay Penrose's thoughts were invaded by it, and then he sketched out the future disaster.

However, the army brought by Lord Renly must be very large. Perhaps it could exhaust the iron balls.

Cortnay Penrose wanted to believe this.

But he also knew in his heart that he could not speculate on unknown things with narrow-minded thinking.

Just like Aegon the Conqueror three hundred years ago. At that time, the Andal kings did not see the power of the flames of the three dragons, and actually gathered their troops, left the castle, and fought the dragons in the wild. What was the result?

Fire and Blood.

Now this battle seemed even more hopeless than 'Fire and Blood'.

After all, Aegon at that time only had three dragons, but now. Cortnay Penrose looked back at the interior of the castle, the terrible warriors wearing white robes with six-pointed stars were countless.

Hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands.

No one could maintain their original courage in the face of such power.

Even on the section of the city wall where Cortnay Penrose was, the guards had already given up resistance, not daring to use their bows and crossbows again, lest they be held accountable later.

How many people had died so far?

He didn't know whether to guess a larger number to prove the bravery of the soldiers. If he counted truthfully, it would be at most a hundred people.

He felt both comforted and regretful in his heart.

Everywhere in the city were soldiers who had abandoned their weapons, but there were very few corpses.

The passage connecting the city gate must have been the place with the most casualties. However, most of them probably did not die because of bravery, but because of ignorance.

They bought some time for the safety of the city walls with their lives, but it was already in vain.

Calculating the time, it should be coming.

Cortnay Penrose seemed to be detached, quietly watching the entrance of the stairs on the inside of the city wall, waiting for his end.

The adjutant seemed to see the city lord's intention to die.

"Lord, Edric is still in the bedroom at this time, right? Should we go and take a look. The city is so chaotic, what if…"

Cortnay Penrose was stunned at first, and then his eyes widened.

Edric Storm!

Little Edric, King Robert's own flesh and blood, the bloodline of House Baratheon.

How could he forget this little guy!

Lord Renly also instructed him to take good care of little Edric and ensure his safety!

Cortnay Penrose finally ignited some fighting spirit, "Call reliable men, we will go to little Edric immediately!"

The adjutant breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes!"

…

"Iron Bull" Gendry looked displeased: "Humph! Where do you think you're running? Surrender immediately! Come with me to see His Majesty!"

The target ran all the way back to the tower from the city wall, which made it troublesome for him to chase.

Cortnay Penrose protected little Edric behind him.

"That's exactly what I want."

After all, they were connected by blood. Hopefully, Joffrey would spare little Edric.

Was this wishful thinking?

Under the reminder of the light screen, Gendry looked at the eleven or twelve-year-old boy again.

Black hair, blue eyes, just like himself. But he had a pair of big ears. This was King Robert's bastard, Edric Storm?

King Robert. Heh, what an incompetent father.

"Let's go."

Gendry said. "Come with me to see His Majesty, both of you together."

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