Walder Frey slumped in the chair at the head of the table.
His wrinkled old face was twisted into a knot by extreme terror.
Having lived for so long, he could tell at a glance that the mysterious figures were not simple opponents.
This time, he was truly doomed!
The pride had vanished from his cloudy old eyes, replaced only by pleading and shock.
He wanted to beg for mercy, but things had reached this point, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Begging for mercy would certainly not spare him from reckoning.
"You... you demon from the Seven Hells..."
Lysa Arryn pointed at Lynn, her voice so sharp it seemed capable of piercing eardrums.
She finally recovered from the shock of Lynn's transformation, but it was replaced by an even deeper, bottomless despair.
She couldn't imagine that someone in the world could create such a disguise and also uncover the conspiracy between her and Walder.
It was as if... as if Lynn had been right there between them when she and Walder lay in bed together!
How could this be possible!
It's over!
The plan, everything was ruined.
Everything had dissolved into nothingness the moment that skin mask was ripped off.
She truly couldn't understand.
"A demon?"
Lynn smiled.
He walked step by step toward the head chair.
His steps were not fast, yet the House Frey soldiers blocking his path scattered to the sides as if they had seen a ghost, scrambling away and forcefully clearing a path.
"Compared to me, perhaps the two of you seated there are more deserving of that title?"
Lynn's gaze fell upon Lysa and Walder Frey.
"Walder Frey! Lysa Arryn!"
A roar like thunder came from below.
"Blackfish" Brynden Tully had regained some strength thanks to the antidote.
Leaning on his longsword, he shakily stood up, his bloodshot eyes fixed fiercely on the two people at the high table, as if they were spitting fire.
"You... you dare violate the Guest Right!"
"You two bastards who have forsaken the gods!"
"Things worse than pigs and dogs!"
"You will burn in hell for this!"
The Guest Right!
These words jolted all the stunned House Tully vassals awake.
They looked at the dark blood staining their lips, the shattered wine cups on the floor, and then at the Frey soldiers surrounding them, armed with butcher knives.
A mixture of fear, humiliation, and towering rage instantly surged over everyone!
They had almost all died right here!
Died in a vile, shameless, and filthy massacre disguised as a wedding!
"Kill them! Kill that wicked pair!"
"Not a single person from House Frey should live!"
"They defiled the Seven Gods! They must go to hell!"
The crowd was agitated!
The entire High Hall instantly transformed from a silent slaughterhouse into an enraged court of judgment.
Every Tully vassal cursed Walder Frey and Lysa Arryn using the most venomous language.
"Sister, can you hear them?"
Edmure Tully also stood up.
He didn't roar like Brynden, but his voice carried a heartbreaking sorrow.
He looked at Lysa; there was no sibling affection left in his eyes, only endless unfamiliarity and disappointment.
"For power, you poisoned your own husband."
"And now, you tried to poison your own brother and all your family."
"What exactly is your heart made of?"
"Me?"
Facing the condemnation of thousands, the fear on Lysa's face gradually receded.
It was slowly replaced by a reckless, devil-may-care madness!
She laughed shrilly.
"My heart? My heart died long ago!"
"It died the moment Father forced me to marry that old thing, Jon Arryn!"
"It was all of you!"
"You all forced me!"
"I just wanted to take back everything that belonged to me! What did I do wrong?!"
"You did nothing wrong?"
Lynn's voice sounded faintly, instantly choking Lysa's scream in her throat.
"You were already wrong the moment you launched this absurd and unjust war."
"And you have only traveled further down that wrong path."
"The situation you face today, Lysa, is what you deserve."
Then, Lynn walked over to Edmure, gently patted his shoulder, his eyes carrying a hint of pity.
"Duke Edmure."
"Some things are hard to accept, but you still have the right to know the truth."
"Did you truly believe that your father, Duke Hoster Tully, died of natural causes?"
That one sentence silenced the entire High Hall once more.
Edmure suddenly raised his head, looking at Lynn in disbelief.
"You... what did you say?"
"I said,"
Lynn's gaze shifted to Lysa, his deep eyes seeming to pierce the deepest darkness of her soul.
"Your father, Duke Hoster, did not agree with Lysa's mad scheme."
"He wanted to stop Lysa."
"Therefore, dear Lady Lysa, you personally used your own hands to smother Duke Hoster to death."
"A father who raised you and gave you everything."
Boom—!!!
The entire world collapsed completely in Edmure's mind!
His body shook violently, and he nearly fell to the ground again.
Father... Father didn't die of illness?
He was smothered to death... by his own sister?!
No wonder!
No wonder Lysa's expression was so unnatural that day!
Everything made sense now!
"No... no... you're lying! You're slandering me!"
Lysa shrieked hysterically, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
This was the deepest and darkest secret of her heart, second only to the truth of her poisoning her husband being revealed to the world!
It was impossible for a third person to know, aside from herself and Walder!
Even when facing Edmure, who was her prisoner, she had only been vague, daring not to reveal, nor having the face to reveal, any part of it!
How did Lynn know?!
She absolutely could not admit this!
Otherwise, she would be burned alive at the stake!!!
"Whether I am lying or not, you know best in your heart."
Lynn stopped looking at her and instead looked at Edmure, who was completely broken.
"She told you that if you dared show the slightest disobedience, Walder Frey's soldiers would slaughter everyone who opposed, correct?"
"She used the lives of the entire House Tully to force your compliance, correct?"
Every question Lynn asked struck Edmure's heart like a heavy hammer.
All true!
Edmure's lips trembled violently.
He looked at Lysa's face, twisted by madness, and the conversation they had in that secret room a few days ago flashed through his mind.
"Brother, you must marry a daughter of House Frey. It is your only way out."
"No! I will never ally with people like House Frey!"
"Is that so? Then wait to bury the entire House Tully."
"Walder's men don't care about honor."
...From that moment on, she had already planned everything!
Father's death was also part of her plan!
He had already felt suspicious, but now, confirmed by Lynn, the whole truth was revealed!
Father was not angered to death by Lysa!
He was smothered to death by Lysa's own hands!
He couldn't imagine.
How desperate and forlorn his father must have been before he died!
How dare she!
"Ah—!!!"
A mournful cry, unlike any human sound, erupted from Edmure's mouth!
Unable to control the grief and rage inside him any longer, he charged toward Lysa like a wounded beast!
"You animal! You killed Father!"
"You actually killed Father!"
His eyes bloodshot, looking like a madman, he only wanted to personally tear apart the woman who had ruined everything for him!
However, two House Frey guards instinctively stepped forward to intervene.
But before they could touch Edmure, two streaks of blue light flashed past.
"Pfft!"
Two heads fell to the floor immediately.
It was the Others behind Lynn who had acted.
Edmure rushed to Lysa, his hands tightly gripping her neck!
"I'm going to kill you! To avenge Father!"
Lysa's face turned red from being choked, and she clawed uselessly at Edmure's arms, her eyes filled with terror.
"Enough."
Lynn's voice rang out.
Edmure's movement paused.
He turned his head, looking at Lynn with a tear-streaked face.
"Let her live for now,"
"Death would be too easy for her."
"After she has faced the judgment she deserves, I will hand her over to all the Tullys to deal with together."
Edmure released his grip.
Lysa collapsed onto the floor.
She gasped for air like a fish out of water.
In the High Hall, the Tully vassals' eyes, now fixed on Lysa, were no longer filled with anger, but with bone-deep coldness and disgust.
Husband-slayer, father-slayer, kin-slayer.
This woman could no longer be called human.
She was a pig, a dog!
"Lord Lynn!"
"Blackfish" Brynden walked up to Lynn and bowed deeply to him.
"If it were not for you today, House Tully would have been utterly destroyed."
"Please give your command! How should we deal with these scoundrels who betrayed the gods!"
All the Tully vassals also looked uniformly at Lynn, awaiting his judgment.
In this moment, Lynn, an outsider, had become the de facto ruler of all The Riverlands.
Lynn did not speak.
He slowly walked toward the head chair, stopping before the old man who was now so terrified he had soiled himself.
"Lord Walder Frey,"
Lynn looked down at him, a brilliant smile on his face.
"It is time to bid you farewell."
Before the words had fully dropped.
A dagger made of pure ice materialized out of thin air in Lynn's hand.
Giving Walder Frey no chance to beg for mercy, he grabbed the old man's sparse white hair with his left hand and yanked his head back.
His right hand moved as fast as lightning.
"Shua—"
A line of blood bloomed across Walder Frey's wrinkled neck.
The old man's eyes suddenly widened, and his body convulsed violently a few times.
Then, he was completely silent.
Walder Frey died just like that, in utter humiliation.
Lynn casually pushed his corpse away, letting it tumble down the steps from the high table.
He raised the dripping ice blade and surveyed the hundreds of House Frey soldiers in the High Hall who were now utterly terrified.
"Take his head and hang it on the walls of Riverrun."
"I want everyone who comes to The Riverlands to know."
"The consequence of betraying one's liege."
"I want Walder to be cursed and spat upon by everyone, even after his death!"
"House Frey will not be forgotten by history; they will be remembered by everyone. I want the infamous reputation of House Frey to last for thousands of years!"
"As for you..."
Lynn's gaze fell upon the descendants of House Frey, and a cruel curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"The show has just begun."
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