Lynn looked at Myrcella.
Her green eyes burned with fury.
Lynn had been using Greensight to track Robert's movements.
He naturally knew about Cersei being struck.
The slap mark Robert left on Cersei's face not only woke up the Queen herself but also completely shattered the last shred of illusory warmth this princess held for the word "father" in her heart.
Robert's plan was malicious and foolish.
He underestimated the shifting loyalties of people and overestimated his own control.
Lynn reached out and pulled Myrcella into his embrace.
Myrcella's body was stiff.
Clearly, she was utterly enraged.
Robert shamelessly placed Petyr's responsibility solely on Lynn.
"Alright, I understand."
Lynn's voice carried a calming power.
"You and your mother did very well."
"This intelligence is crucial for me."
The body in his arms finally relaxed a little.
Myrcella buried her face in Lynn's chest.
The scent of leather and pine needles allowed her tense nerves to relax slightly.
"He hit mother."
Myrcella's voice was muffled and tearful.
"He also wants to kill you."
"I know."
Lynn gently patted her back.
"Don't worry, he won't succeed."
"No matter who it is, no one will separate us, not even Death!"
Lynn's words were like the most solemn vow.
He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Myrcella's shoulder and out the window into the deep night.
It was time to tally his chips.
Lynn closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking deep into his mind.
The virtual panel, glowing with a faint blue light, appeared before Lynn.
["Name: Lynn"]
["Strength: 12 (2%)"]
["Agility: 11 (61%)"]
["Constitution: 10 (0%)"]
["Spirit: 26 (1%)"]
["Skills"]
["Single-Handed Sword (Master) 52/2000"]
["Riding (Expert) 311/1000"]
["Garlan's Lance Skill (Expert) 31/1000"]
["Light Sword (Expert) 3/1000"]
["Ice Magic (Expert) 402/1000"]
["Arthur's Dual Wielding Swordsmanship (Proficient) 41/500"]
["Unarmed Combat (Proficient) 0/500"]
["Warg (Proficient) 150/500"]
["Greensight (Proficient) 0/500"]
["Archery (Skilled) 0/100"]
["Herbalism, including Poisons (Skilled) 0/100"]
["Disguise (Skin Mask, Voice Mimicry) (Beginner) 0/10"]
["Assassination Techniques (including use of hidden weapons) (Beginner) 0/10"]
["Remaining Experience: 3364.2"]
["Details: 496 (original) + 1368 (Astapor Slave Guard) + 1500 (The Mountain) + 0.2 (Viserys) = 3364.2"]
The experience points were ample.
However, that 0.2 made Lynn a little speechless.
This meant Viserys's final 'gift' would accompany Lynn for a very long time.
Because experience points for leveling up are always at least one point.
0.2 meant he might never be able to spend it in this lifetime.
In a way, wasn't this Viserys's unique way of maintaining his presence?
Lynn shook his head, casting away the absurd thoughts in his mind.
His thoughts first landed on [Disguise].
A skill obtained from the Faceless Man.
Wasn't that madwoman, Lysa Arryn, seeking revenge for Petyr Baelish?
What if the lords of the Vale "personally" heard the "still alive" Petyr confess his crimes?
Nothing could dismantle the fighting spirit of those Vale nobles more effectively than that.
This would be key to turning those bannermen or subduing them later.
It was also a crucial node in this campaign.
If it's useful, it's worth investing in!
Moreover, Petyr's head should currently be with Lysa, and without skin, a skin mask couldn't be made.
It was better to invest some experience first and see.
See if upgrading it could bring him a surprise.
Even if there was a loss, it wouldn't be much.
Thinking this, Lynn immediately decided to give it a try.
["Consumed 10 experience points, Disguise upgraded to (Skilled) level!"]
["Consumed 100 experience points, Disguise upgraded to (Proficient) level!"]
A strange torrent of knowledge surged into his mind.
Lynn felt as if he instantly mastered countless techniques for changing appearance and voice.
And, most importantly, here it came!
He no longer needed human skin as a medium.
He only needed some special oils and dyes to perfectly replicate another person's face.
Combined with his already powerful mental strength, imitating a person's voice and demeanor was simply effortless.
If he wanted, he could even stage a true and false Robert.
Or a true and false Renly.
Of course, Renly was out of the question.
He didn't want to be targeted by Loras... However, the proficient level was still relatively superficial for now.
Lynn had a misconception.
After the level was further increased, he could imitate all the subtle movements of the target, even the target's specific habitual micro-movements.
However, his experience was currently tight, and there were many other skills he needed to improve.
Good enough was sufficient; there was no need to invest too much now.
["Remaining Experience: 3254.2"]
Lynn's gaze then turned to [Greensight].
When he previously spied on The Eyrie, he had sensed a faint but pure mental fluctuation in the frail heir to the Vale, Robert Arryn.
That child seemed to have the potential to become a Greenseer.
Because his mind was extremely immature.
For the Three-Eyed Raven, such a target should be easier to "possess."
A perfect candidate.
Perhaps he should upgrade Greensight and thoroughly investigate.
Most importantly, by improving Greensight, if he could reach a higher realm than the Three-Eyed Raven, he might be able to secretly observe what the Three-Eyed Raven was doing without being detected.
["Consumed 500 experience points, Greensight upgraded to (Expert) level!"]
The dark vision instantly became clearer.
Lynn felt a tighter connection to the invisible web of consciousness between heaven and earth.
He could even vaguely "hear" the little boy in The Eyrie crying and murmuring in his dreams.
He could even know everything that happened in dreams?
This seemed a bit perverse.
Indeed, after Lynn's investigation, Robert Arryn should be able to handle the Three-Eyed Raven's task.
However, would Robert Arryn's identity benefiting the Three-Eyed Raven bring disaster to his own future?
This was also a point Lynn needed to carefully consider later.
After all, he had never considered the Three-Eyed Raven his ally.
Even the Night King was more magnanimous than the Three-Eyed Raven.
The Three-Eyed Raven seemed more like he was using him.
But there was no way around it; he was also very eager for Nature Magic.
This would be a necessary means to survive the Long Night.
Very good, there was still a lot of experience left.
["Remaining Experience: 2754.2"]
Lynn unhesitatingly invested all the remaining experience into [Ice Magic].
Magic was the foundation of his existence.
It was also his greatest confidence when facing a thousand armies.
Upgraded to a profound realm, he could even attach Ice Armor to all soldiers in the first row during a war.
Even against cavalry, Lynn would dare to let infantry units stand their ground!
Lysa said she wanted to build a dragon-hunting crossbow, so if he applied Ice Armor to Winter's belly, and the crossbow bolts became ineffective, wouldn't Lysa, who relied on it as her trump card, completely explode?
Thinking this, Lynn no longer hesitated.
["Consumed 598 experience points, Ice Magic upgraded to (Master) level!"]
["Consumed 2000 experience points, Ice Magic upgraded to (Grandmaster) level!"]
An unprecedented, surging power exploded in his spiritual world!
If previous Ice Magic was a stream, a lake.
Then now, it was a raging, roaring Arctic Ocean!
He felt that with just a thought, he could unleash a terrifying blizzard upon King's Landing!
He could even resurrect some dead people in the North and create a batch of Others to serve as his army of the dead.
Lynn had not created Others in Essos before, mainly because creating Others required children under ten years old.
The Others created from these children could inherit the combat skills left by their master, while adults did not have this strange "malleability."
Lynn, of course, could bring himself to do it.
He just needed to pick some from the enemies.
Lynn was the least likely person to be bound by a bleeding heart, especially towards enemies.
But for these Others to grow, it required additional mental energy investment later.
That's why it had been delayed.
Presumably, this is also why the Night King cannot create a large number of Others.
Otherwise, the Night King would have already swept through all of Westeros.
However, with the improvement of Ice Magic, everything has changed now.
Lynn could feel it.
Even without children, Lynn can now directly transform adult living people into powerful Others by consuming mental energy!
"Now, I should be comparable to the Night King, right?"
Lynn muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear.
"Ice Magic (Grandmaster) 0 / 5000"
"Remaining experience: 156.2"
"The next level is 'Legendary', the pinnacle of skill, the highest level!"
Lynn slowly opened his eyes.
In his deep eyes, an ice-blue light seemed to flash and disappear.
He looked at the girl in his arms, who was still worried about her family, and a warmth welled up in his heart.
He lowered his head and gently kissed Myrcella's smooth forehead.
"Alright, don't worry."
"Your father... King Robert, he will soon pay the price for his foolishness."
Lynn's tone was calm, but it made Myrcella's heart tremble for no reason.
She looked up at Lynn's unfathomable eyes, and she knew that Lynn must already have a plan.
"I..."
Myrcella opened her mouth.
She wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.
Because she wanted to help Lynn with something within her power.
"You don't have to do anything."
Lynn stroked her golden hair, guessing what Myrcella wanted to say.
"When I leave, I will find a way to take you out of King's Landing. It's no longer safe here, and Robert will probably keep you as leverage against me."
"We have to leave as soon as possible before he reacts."
...Even at night, Lynn did not stay here for too long.
He still had many things to do and eventually left.
He was going to see Ned now.
Ned should also be preparing to go north.
With war imminent, he should let go of his position as Hand of the King.
In the bridal chamber, Myrcella was once again alone.
She sat on the bed, looking at the spot where Lynn had just sat, his scent seemingly still lingering in the air.
The unease and fear in her heart had vanished after Lynn's kiss and his promise.
It was replaced by an unprecedented sense of peace.
She trusted Lynn.
Unconditionally trusted him.
Just then, there was another knock on the door.
This time, the knock was light and restrained.
"Myrcella?"
It was Jaime Lannister's voice.
Myrcella paused, then got up and opened the door.
Her "uncle", Jaime Lannister, stood outside the door.
He had taken off his golden armor and was wearing only a simple white shirt.
His handsome face, usually with a hint of cynicism, was now filled with complexity.
"...Uncle?"
Myrcella was a little surprised.
"Can I... come in and sit?"
Jaime's voice carried a hint of caution that even he hadn't noticed.
Myrcella nodded and stepped aside to let him in.
Jaime walked into the bridal chamber, filled with festive red.
His gaze swept over the exquisite furnishings, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.
It was the first time he had seen a bridal chamber decorated like this.
But it seemed Lynn had put a lot of thought into it.
Finally, Jaime's gaze fell on Myrcella's face, which bore a striking resemblance to Cersei's.
He looked into her clear green eyes.
There was no longer any surging killing intent, only a soft worry befitting a young girl.
"Lynn... he told you everything?"
Jaime spoke first.
"Yes."
Myrcella nodded.
"Then you..."
Jaime hesitated.
He wanted to ask her if she was scared, if she wanted Lynn to stay.
But the words caught in his throat, and he felt how pale and powerless those questions were.
At this point, it was almost set in stone, and no one could change it; saying these things was meaningless.
"I trust Lynn."
Myrcella's answer was simple and firm.
Jaime fell silent.
He looked at the girl in front of him, his "niece" whom he had watched grow up.
She was no longer the little girl who followed him, sweetly calling him "uncle."
She had grown up.
She had someone she deeply loved, and she had her own convictions.
A bittersweet feeling, hard to describe, welled up in Jaime's heart.
Besides the heartache of his daughter being taken, he also thought of himself.
He thought of his forbidden love with Cersei, a love not tolerated by the world.
He thought of how he had personally pushed an innocent child from a high tower for Cersei's sake.
He had betrayed his knightly vows, bore the infamous title of kingslayer, and he thought he could protect Cersei and their children.
But in the end, Cersei was arbitrarily beaten by that drunkard Robert, and his daughter was about to face the risk of being separated from her husband by death.
He felt so incompetent.
He couldn't even protect his sister and his children!
What kind of Kingsguard was he?
Jaime looked at Myrcella's face, filled with trust and love for Lynn.
A crazy thought surfaced in his mind.
He didn't want to hide anymore.
He didn't want to face his daughter with the ridiculous identity of "uncle" any longer.
"Myrcella."
"I..."
Jaime took a deep breath.
His green eyes, identical to Cersei's, stared fixedly at Myrcella.
"I am not your uncle."
Myrcella's body trembled violently.
She looked up at Jaime's face, filled with pain and struggle.
Although her mother had already told her the truth, when these words came directly from Jaime's mouth at this moment, it still left her somewhat at a loss.
"I am your father."
Jaime Lannister, a man who had been proud his entire life, finally shed all his disguises at this moment.
His voice was filled with endless guilt.
"It was your mother and I who brought you into this world."
"I'm sorry, Myrcella."
"It was I who made you bear a dirty secret from the moment you were born."
"I'm sorry, Myrcella, I'm truly sorry."
Myrcella just stared blankly at Jaime.
Looking at this man who was her nominal uncle and biological father.
She didn't cry, nor did she question him.
She just looked at him, at the pain and regret in Jaime's eyes.
After a long while.
Myrcella slowly reached out and took Jaime's hand, which was trembling slightly from nervousness.
"I know."
Her voice was soft, yet it carried a calmness beyond her years.
"Mother... she told me everything a long time ago."
Jaime's body trembled violently.
He looked at his daughter in disbelief.
He expected her tears, her hatred, her questions.
He had thought of everything.
But he never expected her to accept it all so calmly.
"Then you..."
"I hated."
Myrcella interrupted Jaime, looking at him with clear eyes.
"I hated why you brought me into this world."
"And I hated why you made me live in lies."
"But now, I don't hate anymore."
She looked at Jaime, and a heartbreaking sadness for Jaime appeared in her green eyes.
"Because I understand."
"What's done is done; no amount of regret will help."
"In this world, some love is simply beyond one's control."
"I choose to forgive you."
"We are a real family, aren't we?"
Myrcella withdrew her hand, turned, and walked to the window, looking at the cold moon outside.
"You're telling me all this now because you're going to the North with Lynn, aren't you?"
"Yes."
Jaime answered without hesitation.
"Will you protect him?"
Myrcella turned around, looking at him with burning eyes.
"Will you protect him the way you protected me?"
There was even a hint of pleading in her gaze.
Jaime looked at her, at the unconditional love for Lynn in his daughter's eyes.
He suddenly smiled.
His smile contained bitterness and relief.
But more than that, it was the doting affection of a father.
Jaime walked to Myrcella, and just like when she was a child, he reached out and dotingly ruffled her golden hair.
"Of course."
"After all, he's my... son-in-law, isn't he?"
"I swear on my honor."
"As long as I, Jaime Lannister, draw breath, no one will touch a hair on his head!"
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