"One seat can't fit two people. Why not let the Iron Throne judge your dispute?"
Osha pressed a hand to her sword hilt and suggested with a smile.
The long hall fell silent for a few breaths, then erupted in even greater uproar.
The Iron Throne?!
"Wet Hair" Euron couldn't help but glare.
"The Drowned God watches over the sacred succession. How dare you step into this long hall where the Seastone Chair stands!"
Osha looked puzzled. "What? Balon announced his continued submission to the Iron Throne when you were there too, didn't you just happen to hear it?"
The Iron Throne has the right to judge disputes among its Lords and the obligation to resolve conflicts.
But are the Iron Islands still subjects of the Iron Throne now?
Many Captains raised their voices to vent their dissatisfaction.
There was a chorus of boos.
Free Ironborn will never sincerely kneel to the King of the Green Lands!
Slaughter them for a sacrifice! Attack the Green Lands!
Someone thought this.
But in the end, they didn't say it aloud.
The new King of the Iron Islands has not yet been born, and the future relationship with the Iron Throne is still unclear. What is said now might earn praise, or it might bring disaster.
A follower of The Seven, Lord Baler Blacktyde of Blacktyde, silently looked towards the high platform.
Victarion frowned and remained silent.
Asha's gaze shifted to her uncle. "Rodrik the Reader" sat quietly in his seat, merely giving her a faint smile.
Asha then looked at Crow's Eye.
"Crow's Eye" Euron stood with his arms crossed, quietly observing Osha and her group.
There were twenty-one people who had burst in.
The leading woman was slender and tall, and should be very agile in a fight.
Beside the woman was a young slave boy, whose eyes were somewhat interesting, perhaps he would be a good toy.
The nineteen people behind them...
The smile in Crow's Eye's eyes gradually subsided. Dangerous warriors, half holding Swords, half carrying strange iron boxes on their backs. He could smell the Magic on them.
Especially one of the Soldiers.
Crow's Eye looked over, staring into that person's Eyes, and received a glance filled with strong Magic Power and arrogant amusement in return.
For a moment, a terrifying premonition of death filled his heart.
They are warning me, Crow's Eye thought.
Joffrey's gaze gradually moved down, resting on Crow's Eye's Valyrian Steel scale armor.
Recovery Rune, Solid Rune, Mind Rune.
What a magic treasure.
Especially the fine scales shimmering with Golden Light, adorned with swirling patterns, hieroglyphs, and mysterious symbols, like majestic and magical Dragon scales.
Even those who know nothing would be captivated by it.
Excluding the influence of the Weave, the only place to obtain such a treasure would be the smoky Ruins of Valyria.
Perhaps he should go there himself to see the secrets of Valyria's demise.
And the Dragonbinder, is it on the Silence?
He would have the answer soon.
Joffrey withdrew his gaze, assessing the current situation and the timing for his appearance.
Victarion's Iron Fleet and the power of allied Lords were considerable, but they were not the best candidates in terms of both legitimacy and interests. He had previously expressed support for Asha, making it almost impossible for him to claim the throne independently.
Crow's Eye, who had just returned, brought dozens of crew members and won the support of a considerable number of Lords with his reputation, Magic, and promises.
Asha had her uncle's Harlaw Family behind her, as well as Victarion's help, but due to her identity as a woman, it was undoubtedly difficult to gain the firm support of other Captains.
Osha's team of twenty people didn't seem like much, but the Iron Throne she represented was something no one could ignore.
Even in the Iron Islands, there were people who yearned for peace and respected the authority of the Iron Throne.
For example.
Joffrey looked at a young man sitting at the long table, dressed in luxurious clothes, who seemed out of place among the Lords around him.
Baler Blacktyde.
The Lord of Blacktyde, a follower of The Seven who had been captured and educated in Oldtown.
So far, he had not supported Asha, nor accepted Euron, and had no excessive reaction to Osha's arrival and speech, even offering a friendly smile.
Joffrey then designated the members of the Blacktyde family as neutral targets.
Immediately, dozens more figures shrouded in blue light appeared in the sight of Osha and the others. There were also hundreds of enemies flickering with red light and over a hundred untagged targets.
Gradually, the noise in the great hall began to subside, replaced by an eerie silence.
The leading figures looked at each other, none speaking first, and the other leaders and captains were naturally even less inclined to speak out.
The sound of waves echoed. Hearts were unpredictable.
Declare war on the Iron Throne? Fight for whom? Who would be the victor? How terrible would the consequences of choosing wrongly be?
Many were restless.
Joffrey shifted his angle, concentrating on admiring the Seastone Chair, which resembled a kraken.
The oily black stone was indeed extraordinary, containing abundant Source Energy within, seemingly a higher quality energy storage material than Dragon Glass.
It was a pity he hadn't discovered any new Runes.
Clang~
A crisp and slightly jarring metallic clash suddenly rang out.
Everyone couldn't help but look towards the source of the sound. It turned out to be a Dagger that a Captain had been playing with, which had fallen onto a plate.
"A Messenger from the Iron Throne."
Corl the Maiden, who was behind Asha, stepped forward at this moment.
"Don't tell us you intend to support Theon to be the Lord of the Iron Islands, making him grovel and fawn upon others with the blood and Longships of the Ironborn?"
Corl the Maiden was not a Captain, but no one objected to his words at this time.
"Yes, Uncle," Asha said with a light laugh, looking at Victarion. "Father personally revoked Theon's inheritance rights, right there in the attic of the Sea Tower. You heard it too, didn't you?"
A false lie. Victarion knew this perfectly well.
However, if Balon could see this scene today, he probably wouldn't want Theon to inherit his position either.
A kind lie.
The Iron Islands could not be handed over to the Iron Throne. Not even to Asha, or even to Crow's Eye.
A necessary lie.
Victarion nodded heavily, "Asha and I can both testify that Balon revoked Theon's inheritance rights, nine years ago."
Asha knew that her uncle was completely on her side now. The Iron Islands are mine!
The Queen looked at Crow's Eye. Although she was curious as to why he remained silent, she was no longer worried. At worst, they would fight it out and win the Throne with Swords and Fire.
"Osha." Queen Asha's voice had become somewhat firm and authoritative.
"According to all laws, the Iron Islands should be inherited by me. Do you object? Even the Iron Throne cannot act arbitrarily!"
"Not at all." Osha remained calm, merely tightening her grip on the hilt of her sword.
"Theon's position is not Duke."
"Nor is it King."
A Soldier behind her stepped forward, approaching the Seastone Chair. Osha continued speaking.
"It is,"
The Soldier surpassed her, with Osha following behind.
"Governor of the Iron Islands."
What was a Governor? Asha and the others didn't have time to think about it before they noticed the Soldier's offensive action and immediately shouted, "Soldier! Stop!"
An invisible terrifying force swept through.
Asha and the others became completely stiff, their eyes vacant and unmoving.
Everyone in the great hall rose in horror.
There were three steps in front of the Seastone Chair.
The Soldier stepped onto the first step, and his breeches instantly turned into the pitch-black night sky studded with silver stars.
Stepping onto the second step, his cloak transformed into a pair of Black Stags and a Mighty Lion.
The people who had rushed forward paused.
Stepping onto the third step, the Soldier's unremarkable brown hair immediately turned into golden hair as brilliant as the sun.
Then.
He pushed aside the stiffened people, walked straight to the Seastone Chair, sat down, and turned around.
Only a very few people recognized him.
"King Joffrey!"
Crow's Eye quickly retreated, "Drowned God!!"
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