"Six months."
"Queen Mother will repent under the supervision of the Silent Sisters of Baylor Great Sept for six months. During this period, she will no longer participate in any government affairs and will not leave Sept even half a step without the permission of the Royal Council."
As Tywin's cold words fell, Cersei's body trembled violently, and then she weakly supported the table and slowly fell to her knees.
Six months.
It was three months just now, and now it has become six months!
"After what I have said, who has any objection?"
However, Tywin had no interest in paying attention to his daughter's mental state at this time, and just glanced at everyone at the long table.
This verdict was very much in line with Olenna's requirements. The old woman didn't say anything, she just picked up the red wine in front of her and took a sip, then narrowed her eyes, looking contented.
This woman is really too crazy. She must keep the other person away from the center of power, otherwise no one knows what unexpected things she will do again.
Her madness is not like Joffrey's, which is known to everyone, but is like wildfire underground. It cannot be seen on the surface, but it may penetrate the ground at any time and burn everyone to ashes.
Olenna has lived for more than seventy years and has seen too many people like this. Their biggest characteristic is... unpredictability.
As the Minister of Justice, Kevan crossed his arms and nodded slightly.
Even Varys, who had been kind to Cersei before, said nothing at this time. He took out a handkerchief from his arms and strategically wiped his forehead.
Even though there wasn't a drop of sweat on it.
Obviously, this guy is not as gentle and humble as he seems on the surface. Cersei's words of "dead eunuch" just now have stuck in his mind.
"Since there are no objections." Seeing that everyone was silent, Tywin's voice sounded again, "Then it's decided."
As he spoke, his eyes deliberately fell on Corleone for a second or two.
I saw that the other party was just sitting there quietly from beginning to end, his black eyes as calm as the lake in the middle of the night, as if everything that happened in front of him had nothing to do with him.
But Tywin knew that behind all of this, it must have something to do with Corleone. After all, it was too much of a coincidence.
Unfortunately, Tywin has no evidence and can't even find any clues to trace.
"Queen Mother is tired."
Tywin withdrew his gaze, turned his head and ordered to the maid standing not far behind Cersei: "Send her back."
Hearing this, Tyene, who had been quietly watching the show, came back to her senses, stepped forward and stretched out her hand to support Cersei's arm.
But her hand did not immediately hold Cersei's arm, but unconsciously reached towards her lower back.
There is a dagger hidden there, tempered with poison.
This was given to Namei Lia before she left.
Namei Lia was always the smartest and calmest among them. When she killed Naho·Dimittis of the Iron Bank, she didn't even blink.
In Trine's view, Name Lia, who took the initiative to hand over the personal dagger to herself before she was imprisoned, represented her sister's trust in her.
And now, maybe it's time to use it.
When her right hand came into contact with the cold touch of the dagger, Tyene felt her heartbeat suddenly speed up and blood rush to her head.
For Tyene, who has killed more people than chickens, this feeling is very strange, but it comes so naturally.
After all...
The corner of his eye unconsciously glanced at Tywin Lannister's throat. At this moment, Old Lion was sitting on the chair, tilting his head and talking to Kevan, not looking at her at all.
No one paid attention to her, she was just an ordinary maid.
The distance between them was only a few steps away, and Tyene was completely confident that she could kill each other within three seconds.
Just pull out the dagger, take two steps forward, and put the blade into Tywin's throat... and it will be over.
The decades-old blood feud between Dorne and Lannister is finally over!
Tyene's breathing became rapid, her eyes were fixed on Tywin's throat, and she even began to involuntarily imagine the feeling of a blade piercing it.
With her years of experience, blood will gush out like a fountain.
And Old Lion, who is still aloof, will look at her with the same green eyes as Cersei, unable to believe that he died like this.
Death at the hands of a Dornish girl.
"What are you dawdling about, woman!"
Suddenly, Tywin's voice suddenly rose in pitch, frightening Tyene's whole body, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.
Oops, I was discovered!
Her mind went blank. She raised her head and instinctively wanted to pull out the dagger and fight to the death.
But Tywin did not stand up or call the guards, but his eyes were full of impatience.
"Take Queen Mother out of here."
His voice became a little louder and he said word by word, "We still have things to talk about."
After saying that, he frowned and turned his head to talk to Kevan again.
.. I didn't find it.
Tyene took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
But after thinking about it, it was obvious that this was not a good time to kill Tywin.
He removed his hand from his lower back and took two steps forward to hold Cersei's arm.
"Let's go, Your Majesty."
Her voice was soft and gentle, as if nothing had happened just now.
But Cersei didn't move.
Her long golden hair hung down, covering half of her face, and her shoulders were shaking slightly, like a drowning person still making her final struggle.
Obviously, she didn't want to leave like this.
"Your Majesty."
Tyene shouted again, trying to pull Cersei up from the ground with a little force.
This action seemed to annoy Queen Mother. Cersei suddenly raised her head and glared at Tyene fiercely, her green eyes burning with anger and unwillingness, like a lioness trapped in a cage.
However, Tyene was not frightened, she just raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and winked at Cersei.
"It's only been six months."
"It passed quickly."
Her tone was soft, as if comforting.
However, Cersei seemed to understand the special meaning.
Clenching her fists, she pushed away Trieni's hand and stood up on her own. Then she stood up straight and raised her chin, throwing her messy blond hair behind her shoulders, and slowly wiped off the makeup on her face.
His eyes became cold again, and he scanned everyone at the long table, finally stopping on Corleone and staring at him for a long time.
A long time.
It's as if I didn't realize until now that everything last night was not a coincidence.
"I... am Queen Mother!"
Cersei looked away, raised her chin again, and her voice returned to its usual arrogance and sharpness, as if the person kneeling on the ground just now was not her.
She paused and said loudly with emphasis, "And Queen Mother is leaving now!"
"All of you, please remember that I am leaving on my own, not for any other reason!"
However, no one answered her, leaving Cersei standing there like an actor standing on an empty stage with no audience.
Seeing this, Cersei pursed her lips into a straight line, her chest heaved violently a few times, then she turned around suddenly and strode towards the door of Throne Room.
Her back was straight, her head held high, and her steps were firm and powerful. Each step was very heavy, as if she was crushing a stone slab.
But the torn skirt looks a little funny.
As everyone watched, Queen Mother's back stretched very long in the sunlight, extending all the way to the steps of the Iron Throne, twisting and deforming like a beast struggling in the darkness.
The heavy oak door slowly closed, as if the book had closed the last page.
The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, and finally disappeared at the end of the long corridor of the Red Castle.
Throne Room became quiet again.
The silence lasted for a long time, and Grand Maester Pycelle's snoring came clearly to everyone's ears, but no one spoke first.
Corleone was bored to watch the scenery outside the window. On the glass window was painted a scene of "Young Dragon King" Daeron Targaryen's expedition to Dorne - the young king was riding on a white war horse, holding a shining golden Longsword.
The sunlight passed through the glass, casting a light blue light and shadow on Corleone's face, adding an indescribable temperament to his unremarkable face.
Very calm, as if he was accustomed to everything that happened in Throne Room.
At this time, a long-haired cat with black hair and missing ears suddenly rushed in from the window, jumped on Corleone's knees, and lay down as comfortably as if he had returned to his own home.
"My children...
", Corleone raised the corners of his mouth slightly, gently stroked Black Cat's hair, and murmured to himself thoughtfully: "In this life, when I was seven years old, I always felt that my father was right about everything. He was the most amazing person in the world, and there was nothing that my father could not solve."
"When I was thirteen or fourteen years old, I began to yearn for the outside world. I felt that what my father said was not so correct. No matter how many times I said those words over and over, they have become cliché."
"When I was seventeen or eighteen years old and saw the world, I began to feel that I was stronger, smarter, and more capable than my father."
Hearing this, Tywin couldn't help but raise his eyelids and look at Corleone, and his mind couldn't help but recall the sixteen-year-old James standing in front of the Mad King in a white robe, high-spirited and feeling that he was the most glorious knight in the Seven Kingdoms.
He was so angry that he was shaking all over, but James insisted on going his own way, feeling that his father did not understand his... so-called glory.
"But once I turn thirty, I can't help but start thinking about my father's goodness."
Corleone is still chattering, not loudly, but every word is clear.
"After falling down and suffering losses, when I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, I suddenly remembered what my father said when I was a child, and I found that what he said seemed to make some sense. Although not all of it was correct, at least most of it was correct."
"You want to say something to him, but you still feel like you can't make him look like this...
"It's not until you are forty years old, when you finally face your father's situation, that you begin to let go and finally understand what he meant by what he said."
At this point, he didn't say any more, but patted Black Cat on the head, raised his head and scanned the long table with his dark eyes.
"Growth takes time, and no one can get around it."
"Queen Mother Your Majesty Although she is thirty-five years old this year, maybe she still needs some... time."
As Corleone finished speaking, Tywin still had no expression on his face, but he was gripping the armrest of the chair tightly, as if he was enduring some invisible pain.
After all, in terms of educating children, his achievements are not even as good as that old woman Olenna Redwin.
Mace Tyrell is a little stupid, but at least... Bah!
I and James!
James is ten thousand times better than the eldest son of all the seven great the Seven Kingdoms dukes!
"This ends the issue regarding Queen Mother."
Tywin coughed twice, raised his hand and tapped on the table. "Don't mention this matter again in the future."
When he said "Don't mention it again", it was Olenna who was looking at her.
The Queen of Thorns in Highgarden did not speak, but nodded slightly. After all, she had gotten what she wanted. Cersei was away from the Red Keep. It didn't matter whether it was three months or six months. What was important was that Queen Mother was no longer regent.
As for the future, we will talk about it later.
"Now."
Seeing this, Tywin nodded with satisfaction and looked away from Olenna: "Tell me about Stoke Worth."
As soon as these words came out, the corners of Corleone's mouth raised slightly.
Sure enough.
In fact, before convening this royal meeting, Corleone had expected that Tywin would use Stoke Worth as a problem.0
After all, he teamed up with the Tyrell family to make Cersei so miserable. If Tywin didn't fight back, he wouldn't be Tywin Lannister.
Who in the entire King's Landing doesn't know that although Balman is in a golden robe, he is actually doing things for Black Hand Mafia, so it's perfect to use him to fight back against Corleone.
"Adam·Malbrand...
Tywin suddenly raised his voice and shouted in the direction of the door.
However, Corleone took the initiative to raise his hand and interrupted his call, "Wait a minute, Prime Minister.
Hearing this, Tywin frowned, thinking that Corleone was planning to hide this matter.
"I must remind you, Lord Corleone."
"The fire at Stoke Worth burned all night and was still smoking at dawn, visible to everyone in King's Landing."
But to Tywin's surprise, Corleone didn't mean to shirk. Instead, he took out a parchment scroll from his arms, unfolded it, and cleared his throat.
"Balman·Byrch Ser, Squad Leader, the Flea Bottom area of the Metropolitan Guard, discovered that his wife was having an affair with someone else when he returned to Stoke Worth last night."
"In his rage, he impulsively killed his wife Falyse Stokeworth and set fire to the castle, resulting in the deaths of Tanda Stokeworth's daughter Earl and dozens of servants in the castle."
"Ser Balman confessed to his behavior, but due to serious injuries, House of Order is currently receiving treatment."
Corleone's tone was very calm and businesslike, but this attitude made Tywin's eyes narrow.
He originally thought that the other party would find excuses to excuse Balman, but Corleone admitted it openly and even proactively provided many details.
Balman killed his wife, burned down the castle, and is now recuperating in his House of Order... He revealed it all in front of everyone, without hiding a word.
This isn't right.
Why?
Tywin's instinct told him that there was something wrong here.
After all, this Farmer from the Hejian Land has never made a loss-making business. Everything he does and every word he says has his purpose.
Although he couldn't figure it out, Tywin decided to take the initiative.
"Balman·Byrch Ser committed murder, arson, and committed a felony, in accordance with the laws of the Seven Kingdoms...
, he paused and stared at Corleone with his green eyes. "You should be sentenced to death!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone turned their attention to Corleone.
After all, Balman is his, and his position in Black Hand Mafia is very important. If he is really allowed to be left to Tywin's disposal, then Corleone's prestige will be greatly damaged.
However, Corleone just nodded, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.
"Yes, the law is the law."
As soon as these words came out, even Kevan, who was the Minister of Justice, was stunned.
Corleone Is this how you talk about rules?
How come he doesn't know?
Tywin's eyes narrowed even more.
He had prepared a whole set of arguments. If Corleone begged for mercy, he would refute it on the grounds that order cannot be established on crime.
But now Corleone said nothing.
What on earth is this guy thinking?
"The law is the law."
When these words came out of his mouth, they didn't sound like he was admitting defeat at all. Instead, they made Tywin feel alarm bells ringing in his heart, thinking that this guy was digging a hole for himself.
"Since you have no objection."
He tentatively said, "Then hand over Balman·Byrch to the golden robe for public trial and public execution."
However, Corleone still didn't show any strange expression.
"Of course, Mr. Prime Minister, the authority of the law cannot be shaken. I know this better than anyone."
"But...
Coming!
Sure enough!
When Corleone finally said "but", Tywin felt relieved!
After all, an enemy who clenches his fist but doesn't punch it out is really scary, especially when you know that the enemy is definitely capable of killing you.
"The Seven are merciful."
Under Tywin's expectant gaze, Corleone's voice suddenly became gentle. "The Seven Gods give everyone who has made mistakes a chance to change their ways."
"This is doctrine and it is law."
Hearing this, Tywin seemed to have guessed something. "You mean...
"Before I came to the imperial meeting, Balman·Byrch Ser made a request."
Corleone's black eyes swept over everyone present, and he pursed his lips and smiled, "He asked for trial by combat!"
"This is impossible!"
As Corleone finished speaking, Kevan retorted loudly before Tywin did, looking a little excited.
"Ser Corleone, you should be very aware of the consequences of doing this!"
"If everyone who has committed a crime can apply for you to be a deputy knight, the law will become a blank piece of paper!"
His rebuttal point was Corleone, not trial by combat.
After all, the seven God's Gift rights granted to everyone are thousands of years older than the Targaryen dynasty.
No one can refuse trial by combat.
There is no king, no prime minister, no laws.
Because rejecting trial by combat is tantamount to rejecting the judgment of the Seven Gods.
But the problem is...
Even though he knew that his reaction was a bit rude, he still stared at Corleone and refused to back down.
After all, the swordsmanship of the man in front of him has reached an incredible level.
On the opening day of Ring of Order, in front of 2,500 people, he defeated the first knight of the valley, Lyn Corbray, who was holding the Valyria steel sword "Ms. Kongji", using only an ordinary Longsword!
Afterwards, the knights throughout Westeros were talking about the battle.
Some people say that Corleone's swordsmanship has even surpassed the original "Sword of Dawn" Arthur Dayne!
Some people say that he is a human weapon sent by the Seven Gods.
Some people say that his sword is not wielded with his hands, but with his will.
If Corleone becomes the acting knight of Balman... No, if they really allow this to happen, then as Kevan said, the law will become a piece of paper.
Anyone who has committed a crime can escape legal punishment by applying for Corleone to fight as an agent.
As Minister of Justice, Kevan would never accept such a thing happening.
Thinking of this, Kevan couldn't help but look back at Tywin, his eyes seemed to say, "Brother, you should say something!"
Seeing this, Tywin also knew that he had to stand firm and said solemnly, "Balman·Byrch was once a knight blessed by the Seven Gods. He must fight in person."
"If he can't even fight his own battle, then he doesn't deserve to ask for the judgment of the Seven Gods. I can follow tradition and upgrade the judgment to... the Judgment of the Seven Sons!"
Tywin's words were equivalent to finalizing the matter.
If Corleone really plans to fight as the agent knight of Balman, then he must be prepared to face the trial of the Seven Sons.
By then, no matter how strong his personal force is, his effectiveness in group competitions may be greatly reduced.
For example, Baelor Targaryen Prince, who was originally known as the "Soul of Chivalry" and "Spearbreaker".
He was definitely a top knight who had defeated Daemon Blackfyre head-on. However, in a chaotic battle like the Trial of the Seven Sons, he was shot in the head by his younger brother Mekar and died.
"Ser Balman The current situation is not good."
"The wound on his lower back was very deep. Although his life was saved, it will take some time to fully recover."
"Your Majesty Prime Minister, the law is just, and the Seven Gods are also just. A person who cannot even stand firmly cannot prove anything even if he stands on the fighting field."
Under Tywin's gaze, Corleone continued to stroke the black hair on his knees and explained in a calm voice, "What the Seven Gods want is a fair trial. Not an execution."
"I think we need to give Ser Balman some time to wait for him to recover from his injuries before conducting trial by combat."
"The law doesn't have that much time!"
Hearing this, Tywin said firmly, "What if Balman·Byrch's injuries remain in bad condition?"
"The case cannot be dragged on indefinitely, and the Royal Council cannot allow the murderer to go unpunished for too long."
His tone was very strong, but if you listen carefully, you can find that Tywin did not directly reject Corleone's request.
He just said "the law does not have that much time", but did not say "no".
This is Tywin Lannister. He never puts his words to death, but intends to see what price Corleone will pay for an insignificant subordinate.
After all, benefits are eternal.
And Corleone obviously heard this meaning.
He smiled slightly, adjusted his sitting posture and leaned back on the chair. The sun cast a light blue shadow on him, and the Black Hand Badge on his chest flashed in the light.
"Of course, the law cannot allow the case to drag on indefinitely, but the Stokeworth case has also caused many impacts, and the Queen's Council also needs some time to investigate clearly."
"During this period...
"I think what we need to address now is a more urgent matter."
As he spoke, he raised his head and scanned everyone present with his black eyes.
"What's the matter?" Tywin asked vigilantly, his intuition telling him that Corleone's next words may be the real purpose of today's royal meeting.
Everyone on the long table looked at Corleone, waiting for him to speak.
"Queen Mother is no longer regent."
Corleone spread out a hand and said slowly, "The new king is young, only eight years old. Tommen Your Majesty is undoubtedly a wise king, but he is still too young and cannot make many decisions on his own."
"And the situation we are facing now is still not stable. Stannis's remnants are in rebellion in the North, and there are reports that the Shield Islands have been attacked by the Ironborn. Across the Narrow Sea...
"So, my lords."
As he spoke, Corleone raised his head, looked at Tywin with his black eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and revealed a meaningful smile.
"For the stability and prosperity of the Seven Kingdoms, and for the continuation of the rule of the Baratheon family, I think we urgently need to appoint a...
"Regent!"