Huh? Are they all real?...

The Lion family is the one among the Seven Lords that has preserved its strength the best, excluding the Southern branch.

At the same time, it was also to express their apology to the Lu family.

The Lion family was responsible for leading the charge.

Their first attack was on one of the Empire's two northern fortresses—Anras.

Once this place is captured, Grass, the true gateway to the northern part of the empire, will become an isolated city.

When the northern kingdoms moved south to cooperate with them in a pincer movement, they captured the isolated city.

Then the northern part of the empire would be completely open to them.

At the same time, this was also a necessary condition for the northern kingdoms to agree to move south—they had to conquer the city of Anlas so that the fortress of Grasse would become an isolated city.

The process went even more smoothly than they had imagined.

When the governor in charge of guarding the fortress discovered that there were two demigods among the enemy forces, and that they were from the Lion Family, one of the Seven Lords, he actually took advantage of the chaos to escape.

Without the governor's leadership, the defending army was forced to surrender in a confused state because the city gates had been opened by a traitor who had been bribed beforehand.

Even the jesters, who thought the whole process went smoothly, wondered if something was wrong.

But it was clear that Anlas City had indeed fallen into their control.

The jester had nothing more to say.

He could only speak to the silent knight, to prevent a feigned surrender:

"Kill those soldiers who surrendered!"

This statement left the cheering Lion Army stunned.

Kill those who surrender?!

Or should we kill them, the Baratheons?

The silent knight, unusually, spoke up:

"Don't even think about it!"

"This is a potential problem! Damn it, at least kill the officers!"

"I will leave all the prisoners outside the city. Officers and soldiers will guard them in two camps, one in the north and one in the south. But don't even think about killing those who surrender."

Before the jester could continue speaking...

The knight, who had always been silent, stepped forward and said seriously to him:

"Are you trying to tell me what to do, you layman? I know what you're thinking. It's going too smoothly, so smoothly that you're starting to suspect it's a trap, right?"

"But I must also tell you. If you kill those surrendered soldiers, then don't expect our soldiers, or even the soldiers from the North, to fight bravely afterward."

"Because they know that if we don't accept surrender, then the other side won't either. And because we killed the surrendered soldiers, the enemy will treat us even worse!"

Finally, he whispered in my ear:

“You have your concerns, and so do I. You’re an outsider, but I’m a general. There are still a lot of tough battles to fight, so shut up and let the professionals do what they do best.”

"If you really want to do something useful, then give us a few prophecies, even if it's just to fool them, but don't say such stupid things!"

"Because you're so stupid that I suspect you're the problem!"

The jester said nothing more.

He saw the reactions of the Lionheart soldiers around him.

He still had to rely on them until everything was settled.

The jester nodded and made his prediction.

Similar to last time.

"Look forward to it, the time for the insignificant to turn their lives around is just around the corner!"

It seems I was indeed overthinking things.

"It's still the same as the previous prophecy."

The shadow behind him also uttered those words.

"Yes, just wait and see, wait and see the insignificant being transformed into the supreme being!"

The jester spoke these words with a smug satisfaction.

The three shadows continued to mock, saying:

"We're looking forward to it!"

-

Inside the Stone Fortress, the old lion was looking at the live battle reports from the front lines with great satisfaction.

The governor who fled has been caught. It wasn't a trap; he fled simply because he knew the collapse of the empire was inevitable.

The clues found in his mansion also proved that he was preparing to escape after learning that the Duke of the Southern Border had a daughter.

He just hadn't expected them to arrive so quickly.

That's perfectly reasonable, no problem!

Sitting upright on the toilet, he raised his wine glass high and said:

"Respect to the Southern Border, and to the master of the Southern Border!"

"Hahaha!"

The Lion family relied entirely on the small room they carved out themselves—none other than this cramped bathroom.

It's too small to be made into anything else.

So they simply turned it into a washroom.

This is also the only place that the Lion Family was able to carve out using their own strength.

Therefore, every generation of the Lion King dukes likes to stay here.

It's strange, yet not strange at the same time.

In the room in front of the old lion, Mr. Tyrell, carrying a rose crossbow, used the last of his potion to pry open the stone slab and crawl out.

The bowstring was strung, the crossbow was raised, and the trigger was pulled.

The crossbow bolt flew out silently.

In just a moment, the old lion's painful roar came from behind the tightly closed door.

Behind Tilly, the dwarf crushed the anti-tape rune.

Tilly continued to nock and release arrows with a blank expression, repeating this several times before finally pushing open the door.

Looking at the old lion, who was both shocked and furious, pinned to the toilet, he said:

"Father, I demand justice for Mother!"

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Chapter 72 Both Ridiculous and Pathetic

"How dare you! It's only because you're alive that I'm so merciful. How dare you, guard, guard!"

The old lion had thought about his own death and considered many possible ways to die.

But he had considered all of these possibilities: dying of old age, being executed for participating in a rebellion, or being assassinated.

But he never imagined he would die here.

To die in such a dishonorable manner.

Not because of family, not because of interests, and not because of anything else, but simply because he gave birth to a dwarf, he was shot dead on the toilet!

I can't accept it, I can't even bear to think about it.

The old lion wanted to do something; he was a Sequence Six transcendent, while this damned dwarf was just an ordinary blacksmith.

Even without calling the guards, he could still kill him!

But just as he was about to do something, the old lion found that his body and nerves were howling in pain.

He could even feel something growing inside his body.

It grows by using his flesh and blood as nourishment.

At the same time, he felt a stinging pain in his palm. Looking down, he saw that his hand, which had been cut by the barbs when he tried to pull out the arrow, was now covered with tiny, blood-red vines.

They grew thick with thorns, nourished by flesh and blood, and multiplied within his body.

"Rose crossbow? You got your hands on a rose crossbow? I'm your father! How could you treat me with such a vicious weapon? Ah, ah!"

Under the reign of the Mad Blood Moon, the Blood Nobles developed the Rose Crossbow and its accompanying bolts, known as the Flesh Thorns, for their amusement.

The former brings powerful attack capabilities, while the latter inflicts immense pain on its prey and relies on flesh and thorns to delay the prey's death as much as possible.

They devour flesh and blood, yet briefly sustain the lives of their prey.

“You are not my father. You stopped being my father after you killed my mother and threw me out like trash.”

“Tyrie, forgive me, forgive me. I had no choice at the time. I am the master of House Lannister, and I had to think about the honor of House Lannister.”

"Otherwise, why would I spare you? It's because I still love you, I love you as my son. Help me, I can't die. The Lion family is at a critical juncture."

The immense physical pain made the old lion hastily change his words.

He didn't want to die, and he couldn't just die like that.

Kotiri remained unmoved; he simply moved a chair over and quietly watched the old lion walk toward his death.

After realizing that her illegitimate child would not let her go.

In immense pain, the old lion lowered his head as much as possible and pleaded with Tyrell:

"At least let me put on some pants, at least let me die somewhere else. The living room, the study, anything is fine, but definitely not here."

"You are my son. For the sake of our bloodline, let me die somewhere else!"

Before, it was all acting; it was about surviving, and then manipulating this damned dwarf.

Now, however, they are truly begging.

The nobles could not accept such an insult.

He is the head of the Lion family. Even if he dies, he should die in a way more befitting his status. Poisoning or the guillotine would be fine, but this absurd way of dying is absolutely unacceptable.

He will become a laughingstock for thousands of years!

A duke was shot dead on the toilet by a dwarf who was naked from the waist down.

This is both ridiculous and pathetic.

Tilly laughed:

"That's more like it. You bastard, you only deserve to die like this."

"You defiled my mother, and then killed her because of your mistake!"

The old lion opened his mouth, knowing there was no way to salvage the situation, so he asked one last question:

"How did you get in? Tell me, that's all I have to ask."

Tilly, sitting in the chair, said:

“A gentleman was dissatisfied with your shameful act of colluding with the Abyss, so he came to me. And he helped me open a secret passage in this fortress using ancient relics that your ancestors had once found.”

Tilly did not say who the man was.

But the old lion saw the answer at the end of his life:

Westeros?

"I do not know."

"It must be him, the one who tricked us all."

The old lion could never utter the last word.