Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 194 Truth and Reversal

“Storm's End is not the only one.”

He said. “Storm's End and all the castles in the Marches have been recovered by His Majesty the King.”

What?!

The expressions of the generals in the tent became even more interesting.

Especially the lords and knights who came from these families, their anxiety and panic were clearly written on their faces, as if they were about to pick up their swords and rush back to help.

Renly remained silent, his eyes heavy, waiting for his castellan to reveal more information.

Cortnay Penrose's face was indifferent.

“Ser Gyles Wilde of House Wilde has become a member of the Kingsguard, and now governs Rain House under the title of 'Regent'.”

Everyone couldn't help but be surprised.

“Richard Wilde has inherited the family name, and has submitted to the Iron Throne as the Earl of Rain House, swearing to dissolve all other contracts, including his allegiance to Storm's End.”

Footsteps rustled outside the tent.

Many people lowered their heads in thought, some looked at King Renly, and some cast concerned glances at the elderly Ser Mond Wilde.

Cortnay Penrose looked at Mond Wilde.

“I am very sorry, your nephew, Earl Casper Wilde, unfortunately died in battle. The warriors with higher precedence in the line of succession than Earl Richard were all very brave, but also…”

Ser Mond Wilde's beard trembled.

“Glorious death should not cause hatred. But I still have to ask, what is a 'Regent'?”

Everyone immediately perked up their ears.

According to instructions, Cortnay Penrose explained seriously:

“The era is about to change.

For the unity and peace of the Seven Kingdoms, to better meet the challenges of the end times, and to make the country prosperous and strong, His Majesty will gradually promote institutional reforms under his rule, governing the country with appointed officials such as Regents.

However.

The nobility still enjoys a respected status, the inheritance of titles remains the same, and Regents can be preferentially selected from within their own families.”

The reassurance in the second half of the sentence was useless. People noticed the words that shouldn't have appeared.

Preferentially? Selected?

Isn't it a matter of course for lords to rule their lands?

Even if the lord is an idiot who doesn't understand anything, it should be handled within the family. How can the king interfere in the affairs of the nobility?

There is no precedent for this!

The Free Trade City-States across the Narrow Sea use ridiculous elections to decide their rulers, and the result is frequent turmoil and constant conspiracies and assassinations. How can they compare to the nobility that has been passed down for thousands of years?

The air in the tent became even more oppressive.

However, the king has already done this. The war is not going well, how should we respond in the future?

Everyone had different expressions.

“Earl Erton Estermont.” Cortnay Penrose looked at the three generations of the Estermont family.

“Your brother, Ser Lomas Estermont, has been appointed as the Regent of Greenstone. Fortunately, Greenstone has not suffered much damage. I believe you will see a more beautiful Greenstone after your safe return.”

The heir of the old Earl Estermont, Ser Aemon, still couldn't hold back his temper, “Whether it's power or talent, I'm more suitable than my uncle Lomas!”

Cortnay Penrose shook his head, “Unfortunately, you weren't there at the time, Ser.”

Before Aemon Estermont could speak again, Cortnay had already looked at the next person, “Ser Donnel Swann, your brother, Ser Balon Swann of the Kingsguard, has become the Regent of Stonehelm.”

Donnel Swann's expression was complicated and he didn't speak.

Then came another one.

“Earl Bryce Caron, your bastard brother has been legitimized by His Majesty the King and serves as the Regent of Nightsong under the name of Rolland Caron.”

“Earl Leyton Morrigen, you…”

Inside the tent, only Cortnay's pronouncements remained. Every time he finished a sentence, at least one person's face would change drastically, at a loss.

Finally.

“Ser Loras Tyrell of the Kingsguard has been appointed as the Regent of Highgarden and is on his way to Highgarden to arrange the marriage with Lady Margaery.”

Cortnay Penrose bowed and ended his speech.

After a brief silence, the tent instantly erupted. Everyone vented the emotions accumulated in their hearts, arguing and quarreling with flushed faces, directly declaring a decisive battle, euphemistically advising, questioning repeatedly, and speaking passionately…

Earl Randyll Tarly observed King Renly's reaction calmly and silently.

The situation had completely reversed in just one day.

The north and south had become enemy territory, and Storm's End and the coast in the east blocked the way forward. The "Queen of Thorns"'s choice would determine whether the west was a dead end or a path to survival.

Would Highgarden choose the losing side?

King Renly's face was calm. Randyll Tarly withdrew his gaze and instead sized up his son Dickon.

With three to five years of training, Dickon would become an excellent warrior and general. In ten or eight years, he could also be a qualified lord.

Is the time too long?

Will Horn Hill also have a “Regent”? Who will the king choose, Sam?

Is there still hope for victory in the war?

Randyll Tarly never blindly optimistic. Even if only analyzing with the known information, King Joffrey's power had already far exceeded the scope that the coalition forces could cope with.

The size of the Royal Fleet would only be limited by the number of skilled crew members, and could maintain at least several hundred warships.

Castles and fortifications were still solid shields against King Joffrey's army, but they were no longer very useful to oneself, and sometimes they were even an obstacle to maneuverability.

Strong light and loud noise, and if the unconfirmed flames and healing were also counted…

Randyll Tarly couldn't help but sigh silently.

The battlefield experience that had been common for hundreds and thousands of years was probably going to be outdated. Will there still be evenly matched wars in the future? What would that be like?

Randyll Tarly suddenly wanted to see it.

The noise continued for a while before gradually subsiding. The people who had quieted down looked at the king who was still calm, hoping that the king could make some kind of decision.

Renly and Cortnay Penrose stared deeply at each other.

“Ser, if my answer is no? Will you continue to support Joffrey and draw your sword against me?”

Renly opened his chest.

“If that's really the case, come on, Ser. Stab me with your sword, I won't resist. Let's end this war here!”

People were dumbfounded, not knowing what the king meant.

“Alas~”

Cortnay Penrose sighed melancholically, “Please look at me, where do I have a sword?”

In an instant.

The words on the God's Grace light curtain turned red, and Edric's face and King Joffrey's voice filled his entire mind at the same time.

What choice to make? What is betrayal? What is worth protecting?

Cortnay Penrose knelt on one knee.

“Since you are determined to do so, I have no choice but to accompany you to the end. No matter what, it's just death. Of course, it's best to succeed and let you sit on the Iron Throne that you should rightfully have.”

“Your Majesty Renly.”

The people in the tent were immediately stunned, unable to accept this shocking reversal for a while.

“Your Majesty.”

Cortnay Penrose raised his head calmly, “I have a plan.”

Renly laughed heartily.

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