Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Robert's gaze even made the cunning Tywin feel the pressure.

Robert then looked at Tywin seriously for a long time before finally speaking, his voice still very loud.

“Cersei and Jaime are doing well in King’s Landing, Lord Tywin can rest assured.”

“I’ve been quite busy with state affairs lately, so I haven’t been able to spend much time with Cersei. But thankfully her brother Jaime is here too, so she won’t be too bored.”

At this point, Robert glanced at his queen.

The elegant blonde woman noticed her husband's gaze and quickly smiled and nodded in response.

The white-robed knight standing behind the woman looked down at the floor, not responding to the king's words, seemingly lost in thought.

Although Robert's words sounded very high-sounding, about being busy with state affairs, it was common knowledge throughout King's Landing that the king did not sleep in the Red Keep all day.

Sometimes, even the First Hand, Jon Arryn, needed to go to 'Shattaya's Cottage' to see Robert.

This is Robert's favorite place. The owner is a dark-skinned woman from the Summer Islands. Robert has truly abandoned all sense of national dignity.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The bald middle-aged man nodded slightly and spoke calmly.

He had just spoken with his son about returning to Casterly Rock to inherit the title, but Jaime refused once again.

Robert then drank another glass of wine, his face flushed, but the alcohol only made him more alert.

He continued to gaze intently at his father-in-law, then suddenly spoke up as if something had occurred to him.

"Lord Tywin...you didn't come here just to visit Cersei and Jaime, did you?"

Robert thought that Tywin wouldn't come to the temple unless he had a reason; he wasn't the kind of person who would travel such a long way just to see his children.

Otherwise, he should have come much earlier.

Chapter 176 Forged

Robert's words caught Cersei and Jaime, who were also in the room, off guard, and the two siblings exchanged bewildered glances.

"what?"

I just had a casual chat with their father, whom they hadn't seen for a long time, but he didn't mention that there was some other purpose to this trip.

As Tywin faced the gazes of the three people in the room, his mind raced with thoughts of when he had been exposed.

However, after a moment of silence, he finally nodded in agreement.

"That's right, Your Majesty's guess was very accurate."

"There are indeed other matters on this trip."

Since Robert had seen through him, Tywin decided to stop hiding it and openly admit it.

"The first thing is to tell you..."

Tywin glanced at Cersei and Jaime, then spoke.

"Your uncle Gillian has passed away."

"what?"

Tywin's sudden remark shocked everyone present, especially Cersei and Jaime, who were the most surprised.

"Father, what are you saying?"

When he and Tyrion were young, they loved playing with their uncle Gillian the most.

Because his two other uncles, like his father, were both serious and rarely smiled, only Uncle Gillian was the most lively.

Furthermore, Gillian and James are not far apart in age, and although he is an uncle, they seem to be friends.

However, all Jaime knew was that when his uncle Gillian was eighteen, he had set sail on a ship to search for the family's lost Valyrian steel sword and had disappeared for some time. In recent years, he had vanished again, still claiming that he was continuing his search all over the world.

But James never expected that the news of his death would come out of his father's mouth so abruptly.

"What exactly happened?"

"Father, how could Uncle Gillian have died for no reason?"

James's expression changed from nonchalant to grim as he gripped his sword hilt tightly.

However, Tywin glanced at his son, but shook his head and did not explain anything.

Gillian's role as an undercover agent in Andalus was a highly secretive matter, known to no one except himself, the King, and Lord Jon Snow, the Hand of the King.

However, not long ago, the other spies planted in Andalus sent a reply informing them that Tywin Gillian had been exposed and executed by Viserys with a cup of poison.

Two of the four Tywin brothers have already died at the hands of the Targaryens.

Even Tywin himself began to doubt whether karma and retribution truly existed.

He betrayed his old friend Aerys and showed no mercy when he plotted against the Targaryens, sparing neither women nor children.

Now the retribution has come one by one.

However, Tywin's stubborn and resilient nature caused him to fall into a slight self-doubt due to grief, which he quickly dismissed.

But Tywin's memory of that name across the Narrow Sea deepened, and he etched it into his heart, vowing to make the other party pay for their crimes one day.

Meanwhile, Robert called upon the vassals of the Seven Kingdoms to assemble their armies and cross the sea to attack Andalus, and Tywin, as the Warden of the West, naturally received the news as well.

He personally supports eliminating the root of the problem.

Because if one day the Targaryens really return with dragons and armies, the Lannisters might suffer an even worse fate than the Baratheons.

Tywin went too far back then, thinking he could wipe the Targaryens out completely. However, he didn't expect things to develop to this point, with the Targaryens seemingly poised to make a comeback.

However, just as the army was being assembled in the west, bad news arrived.

Good, their days are numbered, and news of the coming winter spread throughout the seven kingdoms.

Although Tywin Lannister's authority in the Westerlands allows him to command his vassals to fight in the winter, the cost of doing so would be enormous.

Tywin hesitated, but ultimately decided to travel to King's Landing to discuss the matter with the king in person.

On the matter of eliminating the Targaryens, the Lannisters and Baratheons were undoubtedly on the same side.

"The second thing."

Tywin calmly recounted his brother's death, and then continued.

"That is to help His Majesty solve the current trouble."

"It's like letting a dragon grow up unchecked; that would be a catastrophe for the country."

"Oh?"

Robert knew of Gillian's existence; in fact, it was Gillian who was the first to send back news of the dragons.

However, he didn't care about Gillian's life or death; in his view, Gillian, who was infiltrating deep into enemy territory, was bound to die sooner or later.

He was more concerned with how Tywin could resolve the immediate trouble.

"What does Duke Tywin want to do?"

"There are two options, Your Majesty."

The middle-aged man sitting in the chair had his back very straight, and he was wearing an exquisite red outfit with a golden roaring lion on his chest.

...

Tywin Lannister is plotting against Viserys in the Red Keep.

And in Andalus.

Time flies, and another three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

The year 290 of the Aegonian calendar is almost over, and Andalus will soon usher in a new year.

The longsword, which had been entrusted to master blacksmith Tob Mort and Melisandre for forging, was finally completed.

At this moment, several death row inmates who were helping Master Tob forge longswords were suddenly pushed into the furnace by him. This scene terrified Master Tob's young apprentice, who did not expect his master to suddenly take such a ruthless step.

Melisandre, who was also watching from the sidelines, remained expressionless, as if she had already foreseen this would happen.

"The most indispensable part of the process of recasting Valyrian steel by Kohol is the blood sacrifice."

"That's why those heretics hide these things so secretively."

Melisandre spoke calmly, then turned to look at the terrified black-haired boy.

soon.

News of the completed sword reached Viserys' ears. The silver-haired youth, dressed in loose robes, was now sitting in a chair reading a letter.

This is a letter from Pentos, which arrived just a few days ago, but Viserys was not in the castle at that time.

Instead, they used the pretext of preparing for winter to inspect the borders of their territory and see how the area was preparing for the coming winter.

I just got back this morning.

The letter was written in the name of Prince Pentos, but it actually represented the intentions of several governors.

To celebrate Pentos' traditional festival and to promote friendship between the two city-states, Pentos once again invited Viserys to visit this pearl of the bay.

Then a guard came to report.

"His Majesty."

"Master Tob invites you over, saying that the sword has been forged."

Chapter 177 Dusk

"Oh?"

Upon hearing the guard's report, the young man, dressed in civilian clothes and with his long, freely flowing silver-gold hair, slightly lowered the letter in his hand.

For some unknown reason, Pentos suddenly invited him to a banquet once again.

However, Viserys was not entirely convinced that the letter's claims about fostering ties between the two city-states and celebrating Pentos' traditional festivals were true.

There must be another reason—

The thought flashed through Viserys's mind, and then he narrowed his eyes.