Walder Frey slumped in the chair at the head of the hall.
His wrinkled old face was contorted with utter terror.
Having lived so long, he could tell at a glance that those mysterious figures were no ordinary fighters.
This time, he might truly be finished!
Not a trace of smugness remained in his clouded old eyes, only pleading and horror.
He wanted to beg for mercy, but things had reached the point where he could not utter a word.
Even begging would never save him from the reckoning.
"You... you demon from the Seven Hells..."
Lysa Arryn pointed at Lynn, her voice shrill enough to pierce eardrums.
She had finally recovered from the shock of Lynn revealing his true face, only for an even more bottomless despair to take its place.
She had never imagined that anyone could disguise himself so perfectly, or see through her conspiracy with Walder.
It was as though... as though Lynn had been lying between her and Walder beneath the same blankets!
How was that possible?!
It was over!
The plan was ruined.
Everything had vanished like a bubble the moment that Man-Faced Mask was torn away.
She simply could not understand it.
"A demon?"
Lynn smiled.
He walked toward the head of the hall, step by step.
His pace was unhurried, yet the Frey soldiers blocking his way scrambled aside as though they had seen a ghost, opening a path before him.
"Compared to me, don't you two deserve that title far more?"
Lynn's gaze settled on Lysa and Walder Frey.
"Walder Frey! Lysa Arryn!"
A thunderous roar came from below.
Brynden Tully, the Blackfish, had regained a little strength thanks to the antidote.
Leaning on his sword, he staggered to his feet, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the two at the head