Their gazes met. Tyrion quickly lowered his eyes. After a pause, he tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I know the Westerlands well too..."
If he went to the Westerlands, the king would never allow him to be as "weak and easily bullied" as Harys.
Without the Old Lion's roar, the Westerlands would inevitably fall into chaos. Harys might even dream of making his family into... a second Tyrell.
Though Harys himself was weak and incompetent, he was greedy enough.
Moreover.
Gryn's Crabb Trading Company had already taken control of the Lannisters' most important legacy—the gold mines.
Therefore, the Westerlands nobles who had never truly "tasted" Marigold's roar would surely grow even more dissatisfied.
This was one of their methods for seizing profit, and also a tradition of the Seven Kingdoms. Their shared goal was to snatch a piece of the sweet cake left behind by the Lannisters.
How could those Westerlanders, their eyes blinded by profit, be brought to their senses quickly?
If the north faced a battle that concerned humanity's very survival, how could the Westerlanders be made to obediently follow the king's commands?
There was only one answer: make some of the Westerlands nobles vanish into ash and smoke.
Then.
While the remaining Westerlands nobles trembled in fear, distribute to them part of the inheritance seized from those exterminated houses, and elevate several fallen Westerlands noble families.
Yes, that was how Gryn had taken control of the Vale.
Tyrion could not help looking at his small pair of hands. Would they... be stained red with the blood of Westerlanders?
Tyrion's heart was in pain because of his hesitation.
The nickname The Imp, known throughout the Seven Kingdoms... came from his being an ugly Dwarf, not because he was as cruel as a demon. He had always