The Sealord immediately spotted the tall warrior sitting on the steps, with black hair and blue eyes, clad in gleaming golden armor and wearing no crown.
His martial features looked as though they had been carved with an axe and chisel, and he was as strong and powerful as a god descended to earth.
The Magic Dragon Balerion was beside the king. Gendry sat there casually, but everyone knew this man was the invincible Savior and the Warrior incarnate.
"Your Majesty Gendry." The Sealord was pushed over in his wheelchair.
"I have come to collect a debt," Gendry said. "The Faceless Men owe me a blood debt, so I am asking for rather a lot."
Gendry looked at the Braavosi dignitaries, who hardly dared breathe, and raised his sword to point at them.
Black-Red Flame curled around the purple Supreme Sword. The smells of flame, blood, and sulfur filled the space, creating an overwhelming pressure.
"You paid them, didn't you? Among you are the people who commissioned the Faceless Men, the House of Black and White's accomplices. You wanted to assassinate me. Unfortunately, you miscalculated."
"On what grounds do you say this?" Sealord Ferego asked with a frown, his face pale.
Behind him stood a large crowd, members of Braavos's great families.
There were the keyholder families of the Iron Bank, the great merchants of the Fisheries Association, and the merchants of the Commercial Association.
"Don't be so quick to deny it." Gendry rose. "Come forward now and admit your wrongdoing, and I can still grant you clemency. Only the individual will be punished. If you resist to the bitter end, your entire family will be wiped out."
Gendry was certainly not making empty threats. The Faceless Men had not merely wanted to assassinate Gendry for their own reasons.
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