Yet the Citadel's achievements were undeniably remarkable. Not only had its role won the approval of every noble lord in the Seven Kingdoms, but none of them had ever harbored the slightest suspicion of it.
Even the Faith of the Seven, backed by the gods themselves, had faced doubts and suspicions from many people. Both when the Seven Kingdoms had their own kings and after House Targaryen united them, major bloody conflicts had erupted with the Faith.
Yet no one had ever come into conflict with the Citadel. No one had even questioned how much influence it exerted over their rule, or how great a threat it might pose.
Naturally, Danyla's few brief remarks today could not make them deeply wary or suspicious of the Citadel.
But at least she had planted a seed of curiosity in the minds of these few people who could be counted among the sharper minds in the Seven Kingdoms.
King Jaehaerys was the first to recover from his daze. He hurriedly instructed the Kingsguard,
"Take the Grand Maester away for treatment at once. The Small Council does indeed need some fresh blood. Otherwise, with nothing but old men like us who might collapse at any moment, wouldn't affairs of state be delayed if something happened to one of us?"
"Ryan, have the assistant maester send a raven summoning Earl Manderly Redwyne to take up the position of Master of Ships immediately."
"Danyla, that director of the Almshouse you told me about before, his name was..."
Unable to recall his name for a moment, King Jaehaerys turned to Danyla and asked.
"Oggian, great-grandfather. His name is Oggian."
Only then did Jaehaerys remember.
"Yes, yes! He has quite a reputation among the septons of King's Landing and in Flea Bottom, though some people speak rather ill