"Line up in order, step forward, and receive Divine Grace. Line up in order, step forward, and receive Divine Grace. In order..." The clear command echoed repeatedly throughout Felwood.
Hart Fell and a thousand men had already taken up residence in the Castle.
The Royal Fleet's First Marine Regiment was stationed at various key points outside the city to prevent people from escaping or causing unrest, in case of unforeseen circumstances.
After all, the huge difference in numbers was obvious to everyone.
Perhaps some might harbor improper thoughts.
But this possibility had become increasingly small as time passed.
The Priests had brought enough Divine Grace Cores and Wishing Stones to allow one hundred thousand people to bathe in Divine Grace and join the new world.
These people clearly couldn't rebel again.
Thus, the strongest and fiercest Knights and Soldiers were the first to be granted Divine Grace. After that came the Attendants, Noble Servants, and then the Logistics Soldiers and Merchants...
When only the last ray of twilight remained, Felwood was completely subjugated.
"Long live King Joffrey! Long live Your Majesty!!" Countless people shouted repeatedly, their voices still loud and clear when they reached the top of the Main Keep's tower.
Jon Snow stood by the window, a satisfied smile on his face.
Hart Fell stood by the door. Before him was his uncle's back, and his uncle was facing Commander Jon's back, seemingly a little lonely, or perhaps indifferent.
In any case, his uncle was already a prisoner.
Commander Jon turned around, his Eyes fixed on his face, "Lord Hart, how do you want to deal with this Kinslayer? Treason, betrayal of family, betrayal of the path, for a moment I really don't know what punishment to give."
'Lord Hart'? Hart Fell's mind was completely focused on this point.
'Lord Hart'.
He immediately felt a strange sense of unreality. I'm the Lord of Felwood?!
Jon Snow, Commander of the Royal Guard, Governor of Crow's Nest, and confidant of King Joffrey, had called him Lord Hart with his own mouth!
He knew he had been recognized.
Not a self-proclamation, not an empty promise, but a true grace and enfeoffment. Lord of Felwood!
No longer did he need to worry about where to go.
As if a thousand-pound stone had been lifted, in an instant, the emotions that had accumulated in his heart for who knows how long exploded, making him feel dizzy and bewildered in waves.
Felwood.
How many years had it been since he had forced himself to forget everything?
He didn't even dare to dream of taking back Felwood, afraid of revealing a single word in his sleep. But now, it had actually come true in one morning!
How should an Lord rule?
Hart Fell was tangled in a mix of joy and fear.
"Hart, Ser Jon is speaking to you," his uncle said indifferently, as if chatting about everyday matters.
Hart Fell frowned, then composed himself and bowed respectfully to Commander Jon, "Reporting to Commander, I have limited knowledge and dare not comment rashly. I will simply deal with it according to the law."
According to the law, the crime was unforgivable.
Jon nodded slightly, "Then beheading it is. The most common death penalty, and it also preserves some dignity for Felwood, showing His Majesty's mercy."
It was much better than hanging or burning.
Haywood Fell smiled with relief, "Thank you for Ser's kindness. With such a clean death, what more could I ask for?"
He turned to his nephew.
"Hart, please trouble yourself to sew my head back onto my body afterwards, so I can be buried with a complete corpse. Bury me in the 'Old Woods', beside my father and eldest brother."
His uncle's tone was no different from usual, as if he was still giving orders.
Why?
As if he were still the Lord of Felwood. Hart Fell thought uncomfortably.
"Who will do it?" Haywood Fell asked.
Jon looked at Hart Fell, causing the new Lord to tremble all over and immediately wave his hands repeatedly, "Sir, The Gods have long decreed that mortals cannot personally commit Kinslaying."
Jon sighed, "Then I will do it."
He gripped the hilt of his sword.
"Sir, before the execution, please allow me a moment alone with my nephew," Haywood Fell lowered his head, "Consider it the last wish of a dying man."
Jon released the hilt of his sword, "A quarter of an hour."
Jon walked towards the door, "Lord Hart, afterwards take the prisoner to the Training Ground."
Bang~
The door closed tightly, and the outside sounds instantly weakened by a few points, making the atmosphere much quieter.
"Sit down, good nephew."
His uncle sat down on his own, still in his usual chair.
Hart Fell moved his lips but sat down in silence. He chose the furthest chair directly opposite, level with the main seat.
"Sit closer." His uncle wasn't satisfied.
"This is the last time. Even for the sake of all our years of warm times together, come over and give your uncle a final comfort."
Hart Fell sat indignantly in the side seat. "You killed my father! And my grandfather!"
"Who said that?" his uncle questioned sharply.
"Don't think that shouting a couple of times during wartime makes everything true! Truth and falsehood aren't that simple!"
Hart Fell merely sneered. "You think I'll still believe you?"
"Why wouldn't you believe me?"
Haywood Fell had a firm and composed expression. "I raised you, placed the sword on your shoulder, knighted you, and will find you a wife and grant you land. I have diligently ruled Felwood and never laid a hand on my own people..."
"I should be the Lord of Felwood!" Hart Fell couldn't help but burst out shouting.
"Not you! It's me! I should be the one who did all this! Your position is mine, and I should be the one to knight your son!"
His uncle cast a look of pity at him. "Little Hart, are you still so naive?"
Hart Fell's face was red. "Don't call me that!"
His uncle continued speaking. "The law is just the law. If everything were done according to law and rules, I ask you, do you have to pay for trampling fields? Do you have to pay with your life for killing commoners? Is it rape if you insist on sleeping with a girl? Tell me."
Hart Fell was speechless. After all, he had done all three things.
His uncle said earnestly, "With your elder brother and father gone one after another, the family is being eyed by outsiders. Tell me, can I let an infant bear the heavy burden and deal with the crisis?"
Hart Fell had just opened his mouth when his uncle reached out and stopped him.
"Forget it, there's not much time left, there are more important matters." His uncle stood up. "Don't be the Lord of Felwood."
Hart Fell's eyes immediately widened.
"Are you crazy?!"
His uncle remained calm. "For your own sake, and for the family, immediately request the King to abolish the title of Lord of Felwood and only establish the Governor of Felwood!"
Just for a moment.
Hart Fell's pupils flickered, and his heart was filled with dread.
Governor?
That's right, Governor!
Why hadn't he thought of it sooner! He had seen those things in Rain House, why hadn't he realized it!
His uncle walked in front of him.
Hart Fell looked up blankly, seeing only kindness and trust in his uncle's eyes.
"Starting today, the Fell family relies entirely on you."
Hart Fell felt a strange sadness.
"Time is up," his uncle said with a smile. "Take me to the training ground. I made the wrong choice. You will walk more steadily, and further."
Hart Fell no longer had any arrogance.
He followed his uncle down the steps, into the courtyard, to the training ground, and lay on the execution platform.
Over ten thousand people watched the execution.
Commander Jon drew his longsword, and flames suddenly erupted.
The Red Sword fell...
It was already late at night.
Storm's End was still bright and noisy.
Joffrey leaned by the window. The sky was full of stars, the sea glittered, and the ground was brightly lit.
Just like the people of the Seven Kingdoms.
Highgarden, Rising Stone Town, Storm's End, Felwood. There was no need to worry about the war anymore.
But the Shield Islands, the Kraken was coming.
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