"Wow~~~~~This thing is really powerful!"
On the top of Visenya's Hill, Tyene Shad was lying behind the rock, holding the Myr lens in one hand and tapping the rock under him excitedly.
Through the lens, Great Sept of Baelor in the distance is collapsing. No, using the word "collapse" is really too conservative.
It was like an enraged Giants stepped on the dome of Sept, crushing the entire building together with the sacred glory accumulated over hundreds of years.
After the violent explosion, flames soared into the sky from the ruins, thick smoke billowed, covering half of the sky, and rubble flew around like raindrops, hitting the surrounding roofs and streets, stirring up patches of dust and mist.
Even though they were so far apart, Tyene could still hear the deafening roar, wave after wave, like the roar of a giant beast before it died.
"If this thing is shipped to Water Gardens, Prince Doran will be forced to abdicate...
, Tyene licked his lips, an expression of great longing appeared on his wheat-skinned face.
"Fart!" Behind him, Obara Shad slapped his sister on the back of the head. The force was just right, making her stunned and not hurting her brain.
Tyene knocked his head forward, Myr almost lost his lens, and looked back at the eldest sister in confusion.
"Prince Doran is my father's biological brother. Why did you blow him up? His brain was blown stupidly?"
After hearing the elder sister's lesson, Tyene covered the back of his head and pursed his lips in frustration, but his bright eyes were still shining with excitement.
"I'm just saying...
"If you ask me, you should transport it to Yronwood and blow that damn place up to the sky!"
Obara put his hands on his hips and said as a matter of course, "Those bastards sent people to assassinate... Ahem, it made my father run away to the other side of the Narrow Sea for so many years. They should have blown their whole family and the castle to ashes. That would be so happy!"
"Yes, yes! Blast Yronwood!"
As soon as these words came out, Tyene immediately forgot about the pain in the back of his head and echoed, "Let those alchemists make thousands of jars and transport them to Yronwood, and blow up their ruined castle and the stone mountain together!"
"As long as all Yronwood are dead, Nymeria's accidental killing of Anders will be over!"
"Thousands of cans?"
Obara rolled his eyes at her. "Alchemists' Guild Those old guys said that there is only so much stock left of that thing. I don't think they can make much of it in a short time with their old bones."
"Then blow them up too!"
"Who made Wildfire for you?"
"Uh...
The two of them were quarreling happily with each other.
The youngest Rhaella Shad huddled behind his sisters and moved his lips, but in the end he said nothing. He just lowered his head and looked at his bare toes curling up restlessly on the rocks.
She doesn't like Wildfire. That thing is so weird that it makes people feel sick just looking at it.
When she was responsible for the transportation before, she was worried. She buried so many Wildfire under Sept. What if it exploded and affected her?
Thinking of this, Sa Rhaella secretly raised his head and glanced at the burning ruins in the distance.
Fortunately, I stood far enough away.
She patted her chest and exhaled a long breath.
The three Sand Snakes were chirping, but Cersei standing behind them was surprisingly quiet at the moment.
Standing at the highest point of Visenya's Hill, the afternoon wind blew from the direction of Blackwater Bay, blowing the Queen Mother's long golden hair.
She had changed out of the tattered gray coarse cloth robe and was now wearing a dark red velvet dress, which outlined her waist that was even more slender after being tortured these days.
Her cheeks were still slightly thin, but at this moment, the smile that could not be suppressed on Cersei's face made her look nothing like a woman who had just experienced months of imprisonment and torture.
He was holding a glass of wine in his left hand, admiring his "masterpiece" with satisfaction, and his right hand was holding Tommen, who had just been brought over by Sand Snakes.
The king stood beside his mother, his eyes full of confusion and fear.
Although he didn't quite understand what happened, Tommen watched Sept explode into pieces in front of him.
There is also grandpa, Margaery...
He raised his head to look at his mother and saw a smile on her face. Tommen instinctively felt a little scared.
But Cersei had no time to pay attention to her son. Her eyes crossed the Visenya's Hill hillside and landed on the burning ruins in the distance.
So beautiful!
This feeling is so damn good!
The smile on Cersei's lips deepened. She had just killed her father and nearly a hundred Crownlands nobles, and she didn't even have the slightest psychological burden at all.
After all, from the day he deprived himself of his regent power and imprisoned him in Sept, Tywin was no longer her father in his heart.
He is an enemy and the biggest stumbling block on her way to the peak of power.
Now, this stumbling block has finally been blown to pieces, along with the nobles who have been structuring her all day long in Red Keep.
As for Bonifer Hasty, who was betrayed by her, and Osmund Kateb, who didn't understand what happened until his death. Lake.
Just two idiots.
Cersei's thoughts were spinning rapidly, and she knew that every next step was crucial.
Tywin is dead, Jaime is far away from the Wall, Tyrion and Tyrion are still guilty, and the only legitimate heir to House Lannister is her Cersei·Lannister.
Casterly Rock The position of Duke belongs to her!
And Queen Regent... no, not just Queen Regent.
Cersei's hand holding Tommen tightened slightly, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared in his palm.
She not only wants to Queen Regent, but when the matter is settled, she will write a letter to mobilize 10,000 troops from Casterly Rock to come to King's Landing, completely control the city, and then let Tommen take the throne!
She wants to sit on Iron Throne and wear the crown that belongs to Aegon the Conqueror.
She wants to become... Westeros's first real queen in history, not the parallel "half-time queen" like Rhaenyra·Targaryen!
Thinking of this, Cersei's heart beat involuntarily faster, but she still took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
No, now is not the time to be complacent. At least we have to deal with the aftermath first.
The current situation is very beneficial to her, after all, no one knows that she did it.
Bonifer Hasty and his sons of Warrior have all died in Sept. The dead cannot speak. The alchemists responsible for helping transport Wildfire have also been dealt with by her in advance.
As for Sand Snakess...
Cersei used the corner of his eye to glance at the Dorne women behind him who were still chattering and arguing.
They are still useful for now.
Of course, as long as he takes over the power again, none of these women can be kept!
But now, the entire King's Landing's attention has been attracted by the explosion of Sept. The Lannister soldiers stationed in the city are leaderless and will inevitably fall into chaos.
All he had to do was wait for them to gather around Sept, then appear in front of them at the right time, raise his arms, and put all this on the head of Vito·Corleone, that damn Farmer.
It is said that Black Hand Mafia buried Wildfire under Sept with the intention of subverting the rule of the Seven Kingdoms.
The excited soldiers would never doubt, because everyone knew that Tywin and Corleone had always looked at each other.
At that time, two thousand Lannister elites will crush Flea Bottom, and Corleone will not be able to escape even if he has three heads and six arms!
Cersei can almost see the picture.
Flea Bottom was reduced to ashes in the flames, Corleone's head was stuck on the tip of a gun for public display, and she herself stood on the high wall of Red Keep, looking down at it all.
Just like today.
Perfect.
So perfect!
"Mother."
At this moment, a small voice interrupted Cersei's reverie.
She lowered her head. Her son's face was extremely pale, and his green eyes were filled with tears.
"Did you know that there was going to be an explosion?"
"But why don't you send someone to bring grandpa out with you?"
"There is also Queen Margaery, she is still inside...
Hearing this, Cersei was silent for a moment, then reached out his hand and gently stroked Tommen's soft blond hair.
Her movements were very gentle, no different from an ordinary mother comforting her frightened child, but there was no warmth in her eyes.
"No, Tommen." Cersei said softly, "I didn't know that something would happen to Sept. My mother just hadn't seen you for a long time and wanted to see you, so she sent someone to find you. I didn't expect that something like this would happen."
For Cersei, lying is as natural as breathing.
Hearing this, Tommen was stunned at first. Of course he wanted to believe everything his mother said. Why did Sept explode just after his mother sent someone to bring him to Visenya's Hill?
And her smile was so genuine, and she didn't seem to be sad at all about her grandfather's death, and what those women of unknown origin just said...
So scary?
Tommen I don't dare to think about it anymore.
He lowered his head, tears finally came out of his eyes, and muttered unwillingly, "Then...Margaery Queen, she.
To be honest, Tommen likes Margaery very much.
It's not the kind of love between a man and a woman. After all, he is only eight years old and doesn't understand that.
He likes Margaery because she has a beautiful smile, and the queen never looks at him with a look that makes him breathless, and every time she talks to him, she squats down so that their eyes are level.
Mother and grandpa have never been able to do this.
They would just look at him condescendingly and tell him what he should and should not do.
Only Margaery would listen to him attentively, pat his back gently when he was scared, and tell him stories when he couldn't sleep.
But now...Margaery is gone.
Thinking of this, Tommen shed more and more tears, and her little shoulders began to tremble.
Looking at his crying son, Cersei felt no emotion in his heart.
That bitch should have died long ago!
He fanned the flames in Tommen's ears all day long, instigating him to rebel against his own mother, and also tried to infiltrate House Tyrell's power into Red Keep.
Who does she think she is?
A broken shoe who married three kings before taking the position of queen, is he worthy of fighting with me?
But of course you cannot say these words to Tommen.
Cersei took the initiative to reach out and gently wiped away the tears on Tommen's face with his thumb.
"They were taken away by Stranger. This was the order of Seven."
Her voice was gentle and solemn, as pious as when she prayed in Sept: "Mortals cannot redeem it, nor can they question it. We can only accept it and move on."
Tommen raised his head and looked at his mother with tearful eyes. "Really?"
"Really." Cersei smiled slightly, "Stranger took them away, but it also left us with responsibility."
"You are the king, Tommen. Your grandfather is gone. Now the whole the Seven Kingdoms needs you. You have to be strong and take on the responsibilities of the king."
"After this matter is settled, I will find a younger and more beautiful queen for you among the noble ladies at Seven Kingdoms."
"Better than Margaery·Tyrell."
Hearing Margaery's name, Tommen's tears welled up again, but he bit his lip and nodded hard.
Because grandpa once said that the king's tears will shake the morale of the army.
Seeing his son holding back tears, the smile on Cersei's lips became even stronger.
Sure enough, as long as that bitch Margaery·Tyrell didn't fan the flames, Tommen would still listen to himself.
Now that bitch is dead, Jaime is not here, and his father is dead, Tyrion is nothing to worry about.
All the people who were in the way were cleared away today.
From now on, no one can stop her!
Cersei stood up and drank all the wine in the glass. Then she flipped her wrist gently, and the crystal wine glass slipped from her fingers and shattered on the rock.
The fragments shone with tiny light in the sunlight, reflecting the ambition that had been ignited in her eyes.
Turn around and face the three Sand Snakes.
Tyene is still arguing with Obara, but the topic has changed to "how much dose is needed to blow Yronwood into the sky".
Sarai, on the other hand, huddled in the corner with an expression like "I don't know anything, don't ask me."
Cersei stood in the afternoon sun, her crimson velvet dress fluttering gently in the wind, and the flames burning in her green eyes were more intense than the Sept ruins in the distance.
"Let's go."
"It's our turn now."
Upon hearing Cersei's command, Tyene reacted first, stuffed the Myr lens into the leather bag on his waist, and rubbed his hands excitedly.
"Where to go? To Flea Bottom? I've wanted to fight that Corleone for a long time!"
"Not Flea Bottom."
Cersei interrupted her, with a cold arc on the corner of her mouth. "Let's go Sept first."
"Sept?"
"Weren't they all blown to rubble? Why are we going there?"
Hearing this, Cersei did not answer directly, but looked at King's Landing from a high place. Countless Lannister soldiers wearing red armor were pouring in from various streets. The flags were flapping in the wind, and the golden lions were baring their teeth and claws on the dark red background.
They need a real lion king to lead them.
Cersei was thinking silently in his heart. Two thousand Lannister elites had lost their supreme commander Tywin. Adam·Marbrand would most likely die in Sept.
Now they are like a bunch of headless flies and need a new leader.
And that leader can only be her.
She is the daughter of Tywin·Lannister, the mother of King Tommen, and the only legal heir of House Lannister!
"Tommen." Cersei lowered his head and looked at his little son.
"From now on, you have to remember one thing."
... Your grandfather Tywin·Lannister and the nobles were killed by Vito·Corleone.
As soon as these words came out, Tommen's eyes suddenly widened. "But...
"No but."
Cersei interrupted him, staring directly into his son's eyes with his green eyes, even with a hint of threat. "Corleone buried Wildfire under Sept with the intention of murdering the regent and the king. This is an unforgivable treason and capital crime."
"Remember?"
Hearing this, Tommen's lips trembled, but in the end he just nodded obediently. "Remember, mother."
Cersei finally grinned with satisfaction, then held Tommen's hand tightly, turned and walked down the mountain, his long blond hair shining in the sun.
The three Sand Snakes looked at each other and followed Cersei towards the future that she thought was within easy reach.
In the distance, Flea Bottom.
Vito·Corleone stood in front of the window on the third floor of House of Order, looking at the thick smoke rising into the sky in the distance.
Balerion curled up on his knees and rarely opened his eyes, his amber pupils reflecting the distant firelight.
Corleone's hand stroked its back again and again, without any expression on his face.
"My lord!"
Rorge's voice came from the door, with a hint of uncontrollable shock. "Sept... exploded!"
Corleone There is no looking back.
He just looked at the thick smoke billowing in the distance, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"I know.