Lynn looked at the lioness driven to a desperate end, watching her bare her final fangs with the maddest posture.
Daring to threaten him?
It seemed his training was still not successful enough.
Lynn chuckled softly, then picked up the wine glass on the table, gently swirling the amber liquid inside.
He was angrier than anyone right now!
Yet he could not show it.
This indifferent posture irritated Cersei more than any rebuttal could.
Sure enough.
Upon seeing Lynn's carefree attitude, Cersei completely unraveled.
"You really think I can't do it?"
Cersei's voice pitched higher, carrying a hint of hysteria.
"You think the wrath of the Lannisters is just an empty roar?"
"No, of course I believe you can do it."
Lynn finally spoke.
He set down the wine glass, his gaze landing on Cersei's beautiful face, distorted by anger.
"Because your trump card cannot burn just me alone."
Cersei's breathing hitched abruptly.
"Those 'little gifts' left behind by the Mad King Aerys are indeed quite a pleasant surprise."
The smile at the corner of Lynn's mouth sent a bone-chilling cold straight through Cersei.
"Those little green clay jars hidden beneath the Great Sept of Baelor, hidden in the ruins of the Dragonpit, hidden in the filthy cellars of Flea Bottom..."
With every word Lynn spoke, Cersei's complexion grew a shade paler.
How did he know?!
This was her greatest secret!
It was her ultimate trump card to dare defy everyone, and even dare stand as an enemy to the entirety of Westeros after Robert's death!
This was the mad plan that belonged to her alone!
Wildfire!
A green, viscous, liquid magical incendiary.
It ignited upon contact with fire, water could not extinguish it, and it could even burn on the surface of water.
It possessed strong adhesion, capable of