Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

"Why did you bring him here?"

The black-haired captain finally spoke, addressing the three people standing at the door.

Bass listened excitedly and restlessly to the commotion inside the room that was stirring up trouble, while also looking at Quell with some hesitation.

He knew about Quell's feelings for Jenny. Quell actually dreamed of marrying her!

Bass often laughed heartily about this.

But it was understandable, she was so pure in front of Quell.

Thinking of Quell's arrogant face, Bass always felt smug whenever he pinned Jenny down.

Bass occasionally felt uneasy.

What would he do if Quell found out the truth someday? What could he do?

But that was all in the past. Bass looked at the captain.

Now, the captain, who commanded a large group of knights, was the sole master of Beachhead Village. Quell's fists and determination were no longer worth mentioning.

Bass thus respectfully replied, "Sir, this Quell wants to join us, what do you think?"

The captain looked at Quell, at Quell's bloodshot, trembling eyes, "You also want to serve His Majesty Renly? What can you do?"

The captain seemed completely indifferent to Quell's abnormal state.

Quell couldn't make any response.

The continuous, sweet cries filled his entire mind, as if the sounds coming from all directions, from infinite distances, had a mysterious magic, shattering his soul.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, closed his eyes and opened them again, but his vision was still blurred and distorted, dizzying, like a nightmare.

Unfortunately, his heart ached as if it were being twisted by a knife, his pounding heartbeat echoed throughout the world, the blood throughout his body flowed faster and faster, rushing to his face, bringing real and intense pain and heat.

How he wished this was truly a nightmare.

But why could he still think? Why could he still determine that this was the dark reality of the Seven Hells?!

The man inside the room actually dared to shout!

How dare he make a sound! Shattering Jenny's lament! Letting the icy, bone-chilling truth rush towards him?!

Quell remembered Jenny's figure from a moment ago, she lowered her head and whispered, "Please forgive me, sir, Jenny was once, ignorant."

Ignorant! Ignorant?

Quell also remembered the villagers' mockery, "the true knight," "pure Jenny."

The truth was right in front of him.

They wouldn't think I'm a true knight, so how pure is Jenny?!

It turns out I've been dreaming all along.

It turns out everything was my delusion. To hell with knights, weddings, wars, stories, everything!

I don't believe it anymore!

Jenny of Stony Sept? Did such a girl really exist?

Jenny.

Jenny's smile seemed to still be right before his eyes. Quell was confused.

Such a Jenny, why could she smile so cleanly, like the Maiden in the Sept, a gentle smile saving the world from despair and suffering?

Is she like this to everyone? Not with a smile, but...

With herself.

The sound grew louder, faster, more intense, the wood creaked.

Somehow it reminded him of a surging tide.

Quell closed his eyes tightly, covering his ears with his hands, the faint screams, heartbeats, teeth grinding, and dull buzzing filled him.

There was also the bitter, salty, and metallic taste in his mouth, as if he were eating the most disgusting, rotten raw fish.

A strong force suddenly hit Quell's waist, and he was thrown back several steps, instinctively arching his body and twitching slightly, like a dying large shrimp.

"You bastard! The captain is talking to you!"

Letting the saliva flow from the corner of his mouth, Quell raised his head blankly, looking at the black-haired man.

The captain sighed slightly, as if he knew everything, "Forget it, he's also a pitiful person, being played by a whore, it's normal for him to be unable to think straight for a while."

Whore. Quell felt like he should loudly retort, wave his fists, but he just couldn't muster the strength.

Whore. Wasn't that the truth?

The captain walked up to him, squatted down defenselessly, "How about it, want to get revenge? I'll make the decision, you can be the second one."

Whore.

Quell tilted his neck, Jenny's father and mother were standing in the corner, seemingly not angry at all, like two wooden carvings.

That's right, they all knew.

Quell remembered Jenny's father's promise: whoever became a knight first would marry Jenny. How ridiculous!

Quell remained silent.

The Commander stood up and walked away indifferently, "Don't mind him, this kind of fellow isn't fit to fight for Renly Your Majesty either. Besides, it will be over tomorrow."

Everyone then ignored Quell, letting him lie in the corner.

The candlelight burned all night.

Sounds continued from the inner room, with figures going in and out.

Quell was wide awake.

He didn't think about anything, but he saw all the scenes and remembered them.

A total of nineteen Knights had entered the inner room.

The Knights were very relaxed; when they came out, they weren't wearing armor, and some weren't even wearing outer garments or surcoats.

Quell saw the emblems on their bodies: a lying Black Lion, a White Crescent above a forest, Three Golden Buckles, a Flock of Black Birds on a yellow background...

Bass and Baker had gone in and even smiled at him when they came out before leaving to patrol for the night.

The sky finally brightened. Jenny still hadn't come out of the house, but the Knights gathered everyone again in the Open Space at the village entrance, including Quell.

The Knights were dressed in their armor, holding shields, steel swords, and lances, and some were even mounted on Warhorses.

Everyone in the village became panicked again.

Quell was expressionless, silently looking at the wandering Monk, the Sparrow, and remembered the Sparrow's prayer from yesterday.

The Knights made no further moves, so everyone had to wait in torment.

The sun gradually rose higher.

A Caravan appeared outside the village. Mules and donkeys pulled carts, some loaded with goods, while others were empty.

The Commander on the black horse waved his hand. The Knights brought two frames and placed them heavily on the ground.

The frames were covered with gray cloth, bulging underneath, faintly showing the shape of human bodies. Everyone had an ominous premonition.

The Knights lifted the gray cloth.

Many people immediately cried out in surprise or shook their heads and sighed. The elders looked fearful.

Quell recognized the bodies on the ground: Bass and Baker.

There were frightening gashes on both their necks. Dried, dark red blood was like branches growing from their necks, covering their faces, necks, and chests in a menacing sprawl.

The Commander spoke, his voice filled with anger.

"These two were loyal Soldiers of Renly Your Majesty, but after just one night in your village, two living people turned into cold corpses!"

"It seems you are still unrepentant!"

Quell coldly watched the black-haired Commander continue his impassioned speech. The Monk Sparrow and the villagers were all trying their best to explain.

But it was useless.

The Knights and the people from the Caravan moved out all the grain, tools, livestock, and valuables.

Then they destroyed the fishing nets, fishing rods, and the fishing boats in the water.

Finally, they set the entire village on fire.

Quell was brought before the Commander. The Commander looked at the burning village and said with a smile, "Sweet as a song."

At this moment, the Commander drew his steel sword and cut off Quell's right arm.

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