Fishing Net 2

The people in the hall, who had been noisy moments before, seemed to have been silenced by an invisible hand. After a faint rustle, they gradually quieted down.

Yet outside, noisy shouts and hurried footsteps still rang out. The commotion surged like a raging undercurrent, endlessly battering the already taut nerves of everyone in the hall.

"I, Mace Tyrell, Lord of Highgarden, Supreme Leader of the Reach, Hand of the King."

Lord Mace rose to his feet and slowly swept his gaze across the room. "I will ensure everyone's safety."

At that suffocatingly tense moment, the bearing of the Hand of the King emanating from Lord Mace was like a warm spring breeze, soothing the uneasy crowd at just the right moment.

The people whose faces had been filled with panic all breathed sighs of relief. The anxiety gradually faded from their expressions, and they returned to their seats one after another.

Before long, Lord Mathis, who had gone outside to learn what was happening, strode back in. His left hand gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, each step steady and powerful.

Standing beneath the high seat where his liege sat, he held himself erect, his expression stern and cold.

"Lord Mace, we have been attacked. The enemy used fireships to set the docks ablaze."

At the word "enemy," the people in the hall, who had only just settled down, immediately began to stir again... They whispered among themselves, their faces full of terror and confusion as unease rapidly spread through the crowd once more.

Greyjoy had really come?!

Lord Mace stroked his neatly trimmed beard and asked, "Mathis, how many enemies are there?"

Lord Mathis shook his head slightly. "Their soldiers have not appeared yet. The fireships were the first wave of their assault. I believe