Bloodline 7

The magnificent Great Sept of Baelor stood silently, while the white Marble Plaza gleamed coldly beneath the moonlight.

At this moment, thousands of sparrows bearing mysterious Seven-Pointed Stars on their foreheads had gathered here. They wore brown robes, axes tucked at their waists, and iron chains crossed over their chests that clinked softly as they moved.

Some clasped their hands in silent prayer; some closed their eyes and dozed; others warily scanned their surroundings.

News that the Bloody Earl had entered King's Landing with his minions had spread. Sensing the tension, the sparrows had gathered of their own accord without needing a summons.

To protect their spiritual leader—the Seven's messenger in the mortal realm—the beacon of the Faith of the Seven—the High Sparrow.

To guard against a possible attack, the sparrows, many of them fallen knights, had prepared thick logs as barricades.

Yet the night wind grew ever colder.

As time passed, the logs began to be thrown into the roaring bonfires.

The sparrows firmly believed that their faith and their flesh were the Seven's true shields.

Moreover, ever since they had taken up their axes, no one had dared offend the majesty of the Faith of the Seven. Not even the most exalted woman in the Seven Kingdoms could escape punishment.

In the name of the Seven, to drive all evil from the world—this was their most sacred duty!

If not for the High Sparrow's orders, the sparrows would never have tolerated the Gold Cloaks, who habitually committed evil, sealing off the surrounding streets!

Someone shouted, "The king must pay homage to the Seven!"

"The king must pay homage to the Seven!" the crowd answered in unison.

A disturbance suddenly arose from the outskirts of the plaza and gradually spread inward. The sparrows seated around the bonfires rose one