Loras Tyrell.
The Knight of Flowers was staring fixedly at Lynn.
His handsome face no longer held its usual elegance and confidence, only deep apprehension and disbelief.
Lynn felt nothing.
He was merely thinking that Loras's few jousting tricks held no secrets for him anymore.
Beating him would be child's play.
But that wasn't enough.
He didn't want a simple victory.
He wanted a victory that would plunge everyone into utter despair-especially that conceited Littlefinger!
Lynn's gaze shifted slightly, settling beside Loras.
A taller young knight sat there, his features more mature and composed.
Garlan Tyrell, Garlan the Gallant.
Loras's second eldest brother, and the man House Tyrell acknowledged as its most gifted swordsman and horseman.
An idea took clear shape in Lynn's mind.
The Royal Herald's voice rang out again, carrying a tremor he couldn't suppress.
"The final joust of the Hand's Tourney!"
"Ser Loras Tyrell, the Knight of Flowers of Highgarden!"
"Against-"
"The Black Knight from the Wall!"
Lynn didn't enter the lists immediately.
He turned his horse and slowly returned to his preparation tent.
"I need ten minutes to rest."
With those words, he entered the tent and lowered the flap.
Those outside simply assumed he was exhausted and needed a rest. No one found it strange.
Inside the tent, Lynn sat cross-legged.
Greensight!
This time, his target was perfectly clear.
Garlan Tyrell!
He didn't need an anchor.
He had just used his own eyes to etch Garlan's image deep into his mental world!
Hum-
His consciousness was drawn out again!
His spiritual power became an invisible arrow, piercing the mists of time and space and shooting straight toward Highgarden!
He could "see" it!
On the flower-covered training grounds of Highgarden.
Two young knights were engaged in a fierce practice bout.
One was the dazzling Loras.
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