Littlefinger...
After returning to his residence, Lynn's gaze turned cold.
It was time to teach Littlefinger a lesson.
That sewer rat still hadn't given up his schemes.
Now he even dared to move against Lynn.
Did he think losing all his money would let him stay out of the fray and keep stirring up trouble in the shadows?
The ladder is chaos.
Then I'll plunge your world into utter chaos!
Lynn closed his eyes, and his mental power instantly enveloped the hideout where Littlefinger now eked out his miserable existence.
King's Landing, the Street of Silk.
Petyr Baelish sat alone in his third-floor study.
This had once been the starting point from which he surveyed King's Landing and manipulated its people.
Now, all that remained was a room full of desolation and the bitterness of failure.
He had lost.
Lost again!
He couldn't understand it.
Why had his carefully arranged game fallen apart, one move at a time?
He had only wanted to provoke a war between the lion and the wolf and profit from it. That was all!
But now, the war hadn't broken out, and he had become the greatest loser instead.
Even the rumors he spread had lost their sting.
That fool Robert actually wanted to clear Cersei's name himself through the ridiculous ploy of rigging a trial by combat!
To ensure Robert won the trial by combat, Petyr had gone so far as to hire the Faceless Men, all to make sure Cersei died!
But Lynn had thwarted him yet again!
Petyr raised his wine cup, but the liquid within could not extinguish his anxiety and resentment.
Then, suddenly!
An indescribably cold will pierced his mind without warning!
Petyr's body began trembling uncontrollably.
His hand was moving on its own!
His right hand slowly set