Game of Thrones: My Weekend Trips to Earth Chapter 128 128

anwhile, in King's Landing.

Under the careful planning of the "Web" organization, riots erupted across the city. Cersei and Joffrey were plunged into a massive public relations crisis. The City Watch was redeployed to guard the Red Keep and suppress the furious smallfolk.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Eddard Stark and Sansa Stark disguised themselves and escaped King's Landing.

With all ports sealed, they had no choice but to risk traveling north by land.

Tyrion Lannister, under heavy guard, finally entered the Red Keep with great difficulty.

All along the way, he was greeted by rotten eggs, feces, and spoiled vegetables from the mob.

Stinking eggs smashed against his carriage, foul liquid dripping down the sides.

The frenzied crowd waved those "obscene papers," chanting "Sha! Sha! Sha!"

Tyrion's face was extrely ugly.

But he said nothing.

Once inside the Red Keep, he headed straight for the throne room.

A Small Council eting was in full chaotic swing.

Joffrey slamd the table, roaring, "I am the king!"

Cersei sat beside him, her face ashen. The other councillors looked at each other in silence, not daring to speak.

Tyrion strode in boldly.

He tossed Tywin's personal letter to Cersei, then jumped onto the Hand's seat.

The chair was a bit too tall for him, but he sat firmly.

"A king does not need to keep saying 'I am the king.'"

He frowned. "A true king who commands obedience does not need to constantly remind others that he is king."

Joffrey froze for a second, then exploded in rage.

Cersei held her son back and stared coldly at Tyrion.

Tyrion had no interest in wasting words with her. He imdiately began assessing the situation.

Things were worse than he had imagined.

The Faith was fanning the flas.

While Westeros descended into chaos, the Faith itself was undergoing upheaval.

An unknown lowborn septon had beco the new High Septon.

He called himself a monk who had traveled the entire kingdom, visiting villages without dedicated septons to perform traditional duties — naming newborns, absolving sins, officiating weddings, and so on.

Taking advantage of the "Cersei Scandal," this High Septon incited the lower classes and Faith mbers to seize power by force.

He was called the "High Sparrow"!

He was completely different from previous High Septons. He never wore luxurious robes, crystal crowns, or golden silks — only a simple, plain wool tunic that reached his knees.

His faith was fanatical, his will as hard as steel.

Tyrion t this High Septon.

With one glance, he judged… this man was also a scher. Even deeper than Littlefinger.

"Your Holiness," Tyrion said slowly, "I am the new Hand of the King… well, Acting Hand. But still the Hand."

The High Sparrow's grey eyes turned to him. His gaze was calm as still water, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

"You are not the Hand. And Joffrey is not the king."

Tyrion rubbed his small hands and forced a smile.

"Uh… Cersei's adultery is true. But Joffrey really is Robert's son. These are solid facts — realer than pearls!"

He looked into the High Sparrow's eyes, intelligence flashing in his own.

"The Faith must help the King prove his legitimacy. Otherwise, if the king is illegitimate, the Faith is also illegitimate."

He paused, then dropped a bombshell.

"I heard that Dragonstone has now converted to the Lord of Light, R'hllor. All statues of the Seven have been torn down."

"There is a place called Draco on the south shore of the God's Eye, claiming to be a God-blessed land. They have even published a Seven Gods Bible, with doctrines never heard before…"

The High Sparrow's eyes narrowed slightly.

It was the first ti Tyrion saw genuine emotional fluctuation on his face.

He knew he had struck the man's sore spot.

Because the Faith's greatest enemy had never been the Lannisters, the Starks, or the Baratheons.

It was another "god."

Another "truth."

Another "faith."

The foundation of the Faith was being shaken!

King's Landing, Great Sept of Baelor.

A negotiation lasting over an hour had just ended.

Tyrion Lannister walked out from the depths of the sept, his face calm. But his mismatched blue-and-green eyes flickered with complex emotion.

He had just done sothing that would shake all of Westeros.

He had agreed to the demands of that fanatical religious leader, the High Sparrow.

Not only did he support him becoming the new High Septon and confirm the legitimacy of the "High Sparrow," he also allowed the rearmant of the Faith Militant, which had been disbanded for nearly a hundred years.

In return, the High Sparrow would help him stabilize order in King's Landing and publicly declare Joffrey as the legitimate heir to the Iron Throne.

It was a deal.

A deal that, in Tyrion's view, left him no choice.

Three days later.

The streets of King's Landing saw a new group of special people.

They wore coarse robes, carried wooden staves, and bore the seven-pointed star on their chests.

They were the "Sons of the Warrior" and the "Poor Fellows" — the Faith Militant, disbanded nearly a century ago, now reborn at the High Sparrow's call.

Their numbers grew daily. From a few hundred at first, they quickly swelled to over a thousand.

At the sa ti, the High Septon publicly gave a speech:

"After careful investigation and prayer by the Faith, the Seven have sent a revelation: Prince Joffrey Baratheon is the true-born son of the late King Robert Baratheon and holds legitimate claim to the Iron Throne. Stannis Baratheon and Renly Baratheon are the true traitors!"

The news spread throughout King's Landing and across the Seven Kingdoms.

So believed it, so doubted it, so sneered.

But at least the mob's fury was temporarily redirected.

Imdiately afterward, the Faith announced another decree.

"For the cris of adultery, incest, and regicide, Cersei Lannister is to be imprisoned."

Faith Dungeon.

Cersei Lannister huddled in a damp corner, her golden hair disheveled, her luxurious gown stained with filth. She had never imagined she would one day beco a prisoner.

The dungeon door opened.

Tyrion walked in and stood before her.

Cersei looked up. Seeing the face she had hated for thirty years, venomous hatred flashed in her eyes.

"You evil dwarf!"

Her voice was sharp and piercing.

"You should have died! You who killed your mother coming into this world! You are a freak, a monster, a disobedient beast! Your heart is full of jealousy, malice, and lust! You're nothing but a clever little scher! The laws of n gave you the sa surna as — that is the greatest sha of House Lannister!"

Tyrion's face changed.

He stood motionless, letting those venomous words stab into him like knives.

But in his eyes, veins throbbed and rage built.

Finally, he could no longer control himself.

"I am saving you and Joffrey, you foolish mother and son! And this arrogant Lannister family!"

His roar echoed through the dungeon, shaking the walls.

"Can't you see the situation? We must legitimize Joffrey's kingship, no matter what! Otherwise, we won't even need the Northern army or the two Baratheon brothers to co — the mob of King's Landing will beat us to death with shit! Can't you see that even those greedy gold cloaks are starting to question Joffrey's bloodline?!"

"Lannister is isolated, the front lines are under pressure, and now the rear in King's Landing has exploded into chaos!"

Cersei froze.

She had never seen her brother so furious.

Tyrion took a deep breath, struggling to calm himself.

"You think I enjoy making deals with that fanatic High Sparrow? You think I enjoy allowing the Faith Militant to reappear? These are the only options left! If Lannister cannot survive this crisis, then no amount of hidden dangers will matter!"

He turned and strode out.

Behind him, Cersei collapsed to the floor, speechless for a long ti.

A few days later.

In order to gain the right to receive visitors and relative freedom, Cersei was finally forced to confess to all the charges before the Faith.

Adultery, incest, regicide…

She admitted to every single one.

As punishnt, the Faith announced she would undergo a public trial. Before the trial, following Westerosi tradition for punishing adulterous whores, she would perform the "Walk of Atonent."

That day, the sky over King's Landing was overcast, as if mourning this farce.

Cersei's iconic golden hair was shaved off… the thing she had been most proud of.

All body hair was shaved as well. She was stripped of all clothing, left completely naked.

She walked like this, stark naked, from the Great Sept of Baelor all the way to the Red Keep.

The Faith Militant — Sons of the Warrior and Poor Fellows — escorted her, holding spears and staves, their faces stern.

On both sides of the road, the smallfolk who had once been her subjects crowded together.

Those commoners she had never deigned to look at, those ants she had viewed as beneath her, now repaid her in the most vicious way.

Rotten vegetables smashed against her body.

Stinking eggs exploded on her head.

Feces sared across her skin.

"Whore!"

"Slut!"

"Adulteress!"

Insults rained down like a tide, drowning her.

Cersei walked barefoot on the cold stone road. Every step felt like walking on knives. She kept her head down, trembling, yet forced to keep walking.

Behind her walked the stern-faced septa Unella.

She rang a bell rhythmically while chanting:

"Sha!"

"Sha!"

"Sha!"

Each cry hamred into Cersei's heart like a mallet, and into the mory of every commoner in King's Landing.

This scene would forever be etched into the history of the city.

In a window of the Red Keep, Tyrion stood watching the slow-moving procession in the distance.

His face was expressionless.

Beside him, the Spider Varys said lazily, "Your sister is quite resilient. She hasn't fainted yet after walking this far."

Tyrion didn't reply.

Varys glanced at the procession again and clicked his tongue.

"Speaking of which, is that place called Draco really so miraculous? Those books you brought back read like myths."

Tyrion finally spoke.

"They are not myths," his voice was calm. "They are sothing more terrifying than myths."

"Terrorifying?"

"Yes, terrifying." Tyrion turned to him. "Myths are just stories. But that place is turning stories into reality. When reality overlaps with stories, the old order collapses."

Varys nodded thoughtfully.

"Then who do you think will win?"

Tyrion was silent for a long ti.

"In the ga of thrones, you win… or you die. But so people were never in the ga to begin with."

Outside the window, the Walk of Atonent continued.

The chant of "Sha" echoed again and again across the skies of King's Landing.

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