Queen 3

To "meet" Gryn had seemed, to High Septon Zari, both a gift from fate and an inescapable curse.

Fortune and misfortune were like entwined vipers, coiling tightly around him.

Fortunately, under Gryn's protection, he had successfully avoided the High Sparrow's persecution. And with Gryn's support, he had established the Great Sept of Harrenhal and ascended as its first High Septon, opening a new chapter in the Faith's history.

Unfortunately, Zari knew all too well that under Gryn's iron-fisted rule, the Faith of the Seven could never reclaim its former glory.

He would absolutely dare guarantee it...

Given the right opportunity, this seemingly benevolent King of the Seven Kingdoms would not hesitate to wield a blade against the Faith's divine authority.

At that thought, anger rose in Zari once more. Because of the chaos caused by the High Sparrow, the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms were all wary of the Faith, making it difficult to restore mutual trust in a short time.

Gryn's slightly lowered voice reached his ears. "...Dany must have misunderstood the Faith's sincerity toward House Targaryen?"

High Septon Zari's fixed gaze trembled faintly as he forced out a kindly smile. "May The Gods above bless the Targaryens."

Soon, Zari silently comforted himself. He had already saved the Faith when it stood on the brink of collapse, and he was old now. Maintaining the current situation was no easy feat in itself.

As for... the Faith's future, he would leave that to the next High Septon.

Then—

His gaze swept toward Ollidor below.

When Zari had slowly ascended the steps carrying the crown, that man had still worn a face full of jealousy. Yet now, Ollidor was standing there gloating over his misfortune.

Zari snorted inwardly. Though Ollidor was skilled at disguising himself behind a kind face, Zari