The Pyromancer swallowed. "The Mad King was the maddest of the mad. He didn't just hide huge amounts beneath the Red Keep. There were countless jars of wildfire all over the city, beneath the foundations of the Great Sept of Baelor, the ruins of the Old Dragonpit, Flea Bottom, even those pretty houses on the Street of Silk. What we found was only part of it."
The leader's expression changed instantly. "What did you say? Wildfire all over the city? Why didn't you report this sooner? His Majesty only told us to blow up the Red Keep, not send all of King's Landing sky-high!"
"We couldn't help it, boss. We only discovered how outrageous it was after we went down there. And-"
The Pyromancer hesitated, his gaze growing even stranger.
"And what? Spit it out!"
A sense of foreboding rose in the leader's heart.
The Pyromancer drew his neck in. "Besides the wildfire the Mad King left behind, that madwoman Cersei ordered that slippery old bastard Hallyne to stuff all the wildfire in the Alchemists' Guild's warehouses into the secret passages and caverns in the sewers. They filled those places with candles too. It's practically a wildfire hell down there now."
"What?!"
The leader sucked in a sharp breath. They had only wanted Cersei to take the blame for the Red Keep.
He had never imagined that madwoman would be even more ruthless than they were, wanting to blow all of King's Landing sky-high.
"Why did Hallyne and the others obey her?!"
He could scarcely believe his ears.
The Pyromancer's expression turned exceedingly awkward and peculiar. He faltered, his eyes shifting evasively. "Uh-Cersei used some 'special' methods-"
"Special methods?" The leader froze.
The Pyromancer rubbed his nose. "She had Hallyne pass on the message that, as long as the Alchemists'