Beggar, Farmer, Bandit: Heroes Discussed in a Tent; the Riverlands Are Filial Sons of the Seven

Bana's hand was still trembling.

Every word he had written down just now was like a red-hot branding iron, searing his nerves.

The atmosphere inside the tent was heavy, pressing down on everyone.

Bryn remained silent.

Toman, Lushen, and Roslyn, the three men born as farmers, were completely bewildered.

They could not understand those complicated systems and everything they represented.

Yet Bana's reaction let them feel the weight that could crush everything.

Suleiman looked at them, at these men who had been his earliest followers.

Their faces were filled with confusion and fear.

Suleiman suddenly smiled, breaking the suffocating silence.

"What do you think a hero is?"

The question came so abruptly that all five men in the tent froze.

They looked at one another, unable to understand why Suleiman had suddenly asked this.

Toman was the first to react. He scratched his head and asked uncertainly, "My lord, I'm not afraid of Robert Baratheon. Does that make me a hero?"

Suleiman smiled without answering, merely watching him.

Toman tilted his head, even more confused.

Seeing this, Roslyn gathered his courage and chimed in. "Then...

...would someone who could fight Robert Baratheon on the battlefield count as a hero?"

Suleiman still did not reply, but the smile on his face grew wider.

"Kill Robert Baratheon!"

Lushen abruptly rose to his feet, as though some emotion had ignited within him. Even his neck had turned red.

"Anyone who can kill him and cut off his head must count as a hero!"

The tent fell silent again, and everyone waited for Suleiman's answer.

Suleiman's gaze slowly swept across each of them.

He looked at Bana first.

"You became a beggar after going bankrupt."

Then he looked at Bryn.

"You were once a bandit everyone wanted dead."

Finally, his gaze fell upon Toman,