Game of Thrones: Joffrey the Chosen

Chapter 53 Blood Debt Pays Off

Littlefinger is dead.

He died just like that, his body oozing red and white fluids from his head, which flowed down his body and onto the ground.

Those eyes, which always held an air of confidence, were now wide open, refusing to close.

Only when his head suddenly split open in the middle did he collapse limply.

The culprit threw his sword on the ground and knelt down decisively.

"Your Majesty, I confess my guilt."

Several Imperial Guards instantly placed their swords against his neck.

The entire hall was completely silent.

Joffrey stood there, staring at the still convulsing body, utterly speechless.

All the Tullys are the same.

The seemingly most composed Blackfish witnessed his niece jumping off the moon gate with her child in her arms.

He then drew his sword in full view of everyone and cleaved Little Finger's head in two.

Robert opened his mouth and pointed his finger hard at the blackfish.

"You you you————"

I tried for ages but couldn't come up with a second word.

Joffrey shifted his gaze to the blackfish.

His back was ramrod straight, his beard was stained with blood, but there was no remorse on his face.

This guy, he's so brazen about stealing people's heads.

He was still thinking about how to deal with his little finger.

After all, Joffrey had a vague feeling that something was wrong when he first entered the Eyrie.

Why was the moon gate opened?

The soldiers present were busy rescuing hostages and tending to the wounded, while also stuffing some valuables into their pockets.

The nobles didn't want to do manual labor either, so no one bothered with the matter.

But finally, when Littlefinger publicly accused Lysa, the truth came out.

"I've never cared about you."

"In my eyes, you are nothing."

"From beginning to end, I was just using you."

At that time, everyone thought he was showing his loyalty to the king.

It's a despicable, unfaithful man desperately trying to distance himself from the relationship.

After all, Lysa was a traitor, and Littlefinger surrendered the city as an inside agent, so of course he had to distance himself from her.

And what was Lysa's reaction?

The expression on her face went from disbelief to collapse, and finally to madness.

Then, holding her child, she leaped through the moon gate that had just opened.

After some thought, Joffrey finally pieced together the fragments that had been scattered over several months.

The poison Lysa initially used to kill Jon Snow was given to her by Littlefinger.

No one knew about this except for the two of them and the insightful Joffrey.

But after a series of unexpected events, Littlefinger's lies were gradually exposed.

When he could no longer come up with a lie to cover up the previous one, he betrayed his accomplice.

But this means that Lysa could reveal the truth at any time.

At that point, forget about any credit; he won't even be able to save his life.

Even Littlefinger wouldn't dare gamble.

Therefore, he must kill Lysa.

But he couldn't kill with his own hands, nor could he accidentally kill someone during a siege.

Otherwise, the Tullys would not have let him go.

So Littlefinger used his words to drive her to her death.

In this way, Lysa is dead, the truth is buried, and he can still claim credit as an inside man and get away cleanly.

Joffrey looked at the remaining pool of blood on the ground and suddenly felt like laughing.

He had prepared several plans on his way here.

So that when the little finger tries to struggle, it can be completely crushed.

As it turned out, the black fish was unreasonable and resolved the whole situation with a single sword strike.

It seems this stuff still works.

"Why did you kill him? He was still useful!" Robert finally managed to utter the second half of his sentence.

The blackfish raised its head fearlessly, as if the branches around its neck were just branches.

Robert bent down and looked him in the eye.

"Tell me the reason if you want to live."

"Because you won't kill him, Your Majesty," said Blackfish.

Robert was taken aback.

"One of my nieces is dead, and the fate of another niece is unknown," Blackfish said calmly.

"I must get a fair outcome."

"I must kill him."

Robert gave a heavy snort.

"But he was still one of my men." His expression was very serious. "You just killed him like that? Where do you put the laws of the kingdom?"

"His Majesty!"

Edmure burst out of the crowd and grabbed Robert's leg.

"Your Majesty, my uncle acted impulsively! He's old and can't handle the shock—"

"I haven't said what to do yet!" Robert kicked him away.

"Your Majesty, Littlefinger deserved to die."

"Your Majesty." "Your Majesty————"

The trapped nobles in the valley pleaded for mercy.

Robert stared at the black fish that refused to bow its head for a long time.

Then he let out a wail.

"Screw it! It's all such a mess!"

"We'll talk about it later!"

He turned around and shouted fiercely at everyone around him.

"Where are they?! It's been so long, why haven't we found these two healthy people yet?!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the side door of the hall was suddenly pushed open.

Everyone turned to look.

Leading the way was a mercenary with black hair and black eyes.

He crossed his arms, a faint smile playing on his lips.

His face was as fierce as a wolf's, yet it also exuded a roguish, carefree air.

Behind him, Lady Caitlin was being supported by others; she was pale and unsteady on her feet.

Next to him was Tyrion, who was turning one corner at a time.

He had a stubble beard, but a "I'm still alive" smile on his face.

Last but not least is the forgotten Winterfell coach.

"Mother!"

Robb, who finally had another chance to show himself, rushed out and hugged Caitlin tightly.

"Sister!" Edmure rushed over as well.

Robert waved his hand, and the blackfish was released.

They embraced each other.

The little devil watched this scene and muttered weakly from the side.

"Isn't anyone going to hug me?"

James strode over and patted the little devil all over.

After confirming that no parts were missing, he suppressed his anger.

"Who did this to you?!"

The Imp hugged James: "That scumbag couple."

"I'm so thirsty, dear brother."

"Could you get me some honey water?" He licked his lips and looked at Tywin, who was expressionless in the distance.

"Also, if Dad is still alive, please pass on this message to him for me."

"He said his son did this to save his own life, as well as the life of a rather unpleasant lady."

"We sold a castle and a title."

The people in the hall gasped.

Tywin's eyebrow twitched.

After clearing his throat, the little devil waved to the mercenary beside him.

"Polon, come here."

"Come and meet His Majesty the King, meet my father, and these important figures."

The mercenary strolled over and nodded to the king.

"His Majesty."

That's considered a bow.

Robert stared at him for a long time, then crossed his arms.

"What the hell is wrong with you now?"

The mercenary twitched his lips and glanced at his legs.

The little devil recovered and his smiling face returned to normal.

"Our dear Chancellor of the Exchequer hired Bronn with 100,000 gold dragons to buy the lives of me and that good lady."

"And that good coach."

"I don't have that much cash, and I don't want to die, so I have no choice but to mortgage Casterly Rock. I think my father will agree."

The little devil looked around the hall.

"Littlefinger? Petyr? Where are you?"

"We still have a score to settle."

The crowd moved aside, revealing the little finger that was still lying there.

The little devil also crouched down.

They put their heads together and tried to make out what they were looking at.

"How the hell did you die?"

He stood up.

"What about his lover?"

She said I killed both the elderly and children, and that this debt should be settled.

Everyone gave them strange looks.

The little devil sensed something was very wrong.

"She's fucking dead too?"

Produce