Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

"It's time for a good fight!"

"How can we keep someone alive who follows Renly in rebelling against the divinely blessed legitimate King? Killing them all wouldn't be excessive!"

"I, Marco Piper, am willing to be the vanguard!"

The leading earls and knights were unwilling to fall behind, all eager and ready, making generous speeches, vowing to take this opportunity to show their loyalty and courage to the King.

The atmosphere of blood and fire grew thicker and thicker.

The "Kingslayer" Jaime Lannister, however, calmly stated, "We should be merciful."

The fervent discussion in the light curtain suddenly stalled.

Mercy? What kind of mercy? The generals were deeply surprised, never expecting to hear this word from the "Kingslayer."

"At least defeat the enemy first, then talk about mercy," a Riverlands knight spoke first, bearing the sigil of House Blackwood of Raventree Hall—a flock of ravens surrounding a weirwood tree with a dead fish on a black shield against a crimson background.

Clearly, everyone's awe of "Kingslayer" himself was far less intense than that of King Joffrey.

Lord Kevan Lannister, the Master of Ships, had not yet expressed his opinion. Thus, the generals offered more and more exhortations and suggestions, varied and diverse, which could all be summarized in one sentence:

All-out attack.

Littlefinger was not surprised by the current situation.

Among these twelve thousand cavalrymen, there were eight thousand from the Westerlands, two thousand from the Vale, and one thousand each from the Riverlands and King's Landing.

The composition was quite complex.

The commanding officers came from different backgrounds, some familiar with each other, some strangers, some close, some hostile. If it weren't for the unified command under the light curtain, let alone harmonious cooperation, it would be good enough if they didn't fight each other.

And this situation could actually be avoided.

Kevan Lannister himself brought ten thousand cavalrymen, and with the vassals of the Crownlands and the newly recruited knights, taking Stone Hedge was more than enough, and there was no need to mix in Northern cavalry.

If it was said that they were worried about the Northern Allied Forces causing trouble in King's Landing, so they were transferred to fight, that was also unreasonable.

King's Landing was no longer what it used to be.

The major buildings rising from the ground in this "holy city" could all be regarded as solid fortresses, not only able to defend against external enemies, but also able to resist attacks from within the city.

What's more, there was the monitoring of the light curtain.

If the Northerners really wanted to rebel, I'm afraid that even before the army could be assembled, the city's garrison and the Security Bureau would have come to arrest people.

There was absolutely no need to worry about these things.

So, was this a mistake? Did Joffrey not foresee this?

Thinking of this terrifying name, Littlefinger still trembled uncontrollably. In an instant, those tangible and intangible pains returned to him, preventing him from daring to have any more delusions.

Littlefinger transformed fear into importance.

Joffrey, who had completely changed, had truly become an unfathomable king, and this must be intentional!

That's right, it must be so.

But why? Littlefinger racked his brains, pondered deeply, and tried his best to speculate on the King's thoughts.

Relying on his speculation of people's hearts, he successfully climbed to the high position of Master of Coin, regaining freedom and welcoming a new life earlier than Varys. He wanted even more.

As long as he guessed the King's thoughts and acted accordingly, power would quickly return to his hands.

Littlefinger firmly believed this.

The composition of the troops was so complex, why?

The discussions in the light curtain rose wave after wave, not calming down for a long time. Littlefinger carefully scrutinized each speaker and their words.

The knight of Ninestars, Ser Symon Templeton, remained firm in his attitude.

Littlefinger had known him for a long time.

Ninestars was the second stop on his journey to Riverrun back then. Seeing this castle, it was hard to imagine that its owner only had the title of "Knight."

However, although the Templeton family was only a knightly family, their strength and influence were no less than that of many lords. Of course, they were much stronger than the Baelish family, who only had a title.

In fact, Ninestars treated Petyr quite well at the time.

Although the "Knight of Ninestars," Ser Symon Templeton, was cold and had no smile, he provided hot soup and meat, vegetables, and fruits, and, more importantly, there was no ridicule or contempt.

Petyr's vague goodwill towards Ninestars lasted for a long time.

Until he lost his beloved Catelyn, and happened to hear that Eddard Stark's grandfather's sister had married the youngest son of Lord Ryoma Royce, and the youngest daughter born afterwards had married into the Templeton family.

Ninestars and the Starks were married?

Littlefinger's impression of Ninestars was instantly covered with a shadow, making him unable to like it no matter how he looked at it.

At that time, he was already the customs officer of Gulltown.

With the intention of climbing to power, he began to secretly collect information on the Vale and the families of the Seven Kingdoms, seeking any opportunity to benefit.

Therefore, he had a more real and in-depth understanding of Ninestars.

As one of the most prominent lords in the Vale, the Templeton family of Ninestars could easily summon a legion of thousands of people, possessing a large prosperous coastline, famous and prosperous.

But the ambitious Ser Symon Templeton was not satisfied. He yearned for more power and glory.

But the Vale had been peaceful for many years, and the wars of the Seven Kingdoms had also disappeared. How else could Ninestars expand and grow, boasting of military exploits?

Therefore, Ser Symon Templeton became a well-known busy man in the Vale, running around between various melee tournaments all day long, or actively helping to deal with various disputes between lords, using swords to make a name for himself.

But this obviously could only slightly suppress his burning ambition, but could not extinguish it.

Now, war has finally come.

To what extent can Ninestars' desire burn once it erupts?

Littlefinger looked at the sigil of Ninestars, a golden diagonal cross on a black background, with eight six-pointed stars evenly distributed in the cross, surrounding a seven-pointed star in the center.

Six-pointed stars and seven-pointed stars.

It's really wonderful.

Which is it, the traditional seven-pointed star, or King Joffrey's six-pointed star?

Perhaps both.

Littlefinger looked at Symon Templeton's cold face. Perhaps neither.

"Lord Kevan, Lord Jaime, I am willing to lead my men as the vanguard to sound the horn of victory for the army!" Ser Donnel Waynwood once again sincerely stated.

He was the second son of Anya Waynwood, Lady of Ironoaks, and only twenty years old. Littlefinger had not met him at Ironoaks back then.

But now looking at him.

Ser Donnel Waynwood was not handsome, but he had a temperament that made people easily believe him. As expected, he was his mother's son.

Littlefinger sighed silently.

The Waynwood family's Ironoaks was the third stop on that journey. Petyr was once moved by Lady Anya Waynwood's elegance and nobility, and regarded her as a kind and amiable elder.

But later, the matured Littlefinger saw more.

Lady Anya Waynwood of Ironoaks already had three sons and an adopted son—Ser Harrold Hardyng.

There was nothing to say about the sons.

As for this adopted son, some people were already calling him "Harry the Heir."

According to the legal order of succession, Harrold Hardyng was the first in line to inherit the title of Duke of the Eyrie, Robert Arryn.

Ironoaks had no thoughts on this at all?

Looking at Donnel Waynwood, who appeared simple and honest, Littlefinger was deeply suspicious. He would no longer be easily deceived by people's appearances.

This time.

Lysa, who did not trust anyone, although she dared not refuse the summons of the Iron Throne, did not hide her intention to be conservative.

The Vale knights who were completely loyal to the Eyrie should not have appeared.

Then.

What are these people now loyal to?

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