EBE #494 - Chapter 226 The Last Name
#494 - Chapter 226 The Last Name
Isaac sensed danger and quickly dodged, but Arya appeared like a phantom, instantly closing the distance. Her short sword pressed firmly against his long sword.
Immediately afterward, Arya reached out, grabbed Isaac's face, and slammed his head against the wall with a loud 'thud'.
Isaac felt dizzy and his vision blurred. He tried to struggle, but Arya's strength was too great, and he couldn't break free.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Arya relentlessly slammed his head against the wall again and again. Even with his helmet, Isaac couldn't withstand the repeated blows. The steel helmet gradually deformed, and he completely lost the ability to resist.
"Alright, I still need to kill Cersei!" The short sword in her hand slashed across his throat. Isaac clutched his neck as blood gushed out.
Arya quickly walked to Albert's corpse and expressionlessly pulled the two short spears from his body, then combined them into a double-headed spear. After completing these actions, she resolutely continued forward along the dark passage.
Along the way, Arya's steps were steady and firm, without the slightest hesitation or retreat. Suddenly, she noticed the mangled corpses of two soldiers lying ahead, both cleaved in half with a single sword stroke, a gruesome sight. She guessed this was the work of the Mountain. Hearing the sounds of fighting in the distance, Arya quickened her pace, gripping the double-headed spear tightly.
When she saw the long trail left by a long dress on the ground, Arya decisively turned into the Maidenvault. This five-story domed stone tower had once witnessed many stories, but now it was desolate. Since Varys had fled, hardly anyone visited anymore.
Arya followed the trail upwards, eventually reaching the second floor. She stood quietly in front of a door, carefully listening to the sounds of rummaging inside. After a moment, she gently reached out and knocked on the door knocker.
"Tap~ Tap Tap" The crisp knocking sound echoed in the silent corridor, alerting the person inside the room.
"Who's there?" Cersei asked nervously, her voice trembling slightly. She immediately covered her mouth, widened her eyes, and stared warily at the door.
"It's me, Arya Stark." Arya pushed the door open and entered the room.
Cersei looked at Arya in horror, her face filled with disbelief. She clearly realized that this girl's arrival meant that Isaac and the other guards were dead. Fear enveloped her, and she tried to turn and flee, but Arya had already blocked the doorway, cutting off her retreat.
Arya stared at Cersei expressionlessly, her eyes flashing with a cold light. She said calmly and firmly, "You can't escape, Cersei. I told you I would return. Today is your end."
Cersei looked at Arya in despair, her voice trembling as she said, "Your father was executed on Joffrey's orders. I tried to stop him, but I was powerless. You should remember that we treated you and your sisters very well back then. Please, let me go..."
Arya remained unmoved. She gripped the spear tightly and thrust it forward. The sharp spearhead mercilessly pierced Cersei's leg, and blood spurted out. Cersei screamed in pain, lost her balance, and fell to the ground. But the strong desire for survival drove her to crawl with her hands, desperately trying to get away from Arya.
Arya silently watched Cersei's struggle, then took a deep breath and said slowly, "I was there the day you executed my father. At that moment, I swore to the gods that I would personally take your lives, no matter the cost. Have you forgotten? If the Mountain hadn't shielded you, I could have killed you in the throne room last time."
Cersei turned her head and said viciously, "It was you, you were the assassin that night. You killed my father!" Her eyes burned with anger and hatred, as if she wanted to devour Arya.
Arya responded fearlessly, "That's right, I did it. I've often heard that the Lannisters always pay their debts, but they forgot that the North never forgets its grudges. I, Arya Stark, am standing before you. I want you to see a Stark smiling at you as the last thing you see in this world, and then watch you die."
Knowing that she was doomed, Cersei said resentfully, "The Starks all deserve to die! Your aunt Lyanna ruined my life, and that fool Eddard also deserved to die, and your brother, why didn't he die when he fell! May the gods curse you Starks, may you all fall into the seven hells."
Arya mocked, "Are you talking about the gods who made you walk naked in front of the whole city?" The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a mocking smile.
Cersei shouted in exasperation, "You bi..." However, before she could finish her sentence, Arya interrupted her. She suddenly swung the spear in her hand, and the sharp edge cut across Cersei's throat with great speed, leaving only a shallow bloodstain. The strike was perfectly placed, cutting off her trachea without damaging the arteries.
Cersei widened her eyes in horror, clutching her throat with both hands, but blood continued to seep from between her fingers. She struggled painfully, each breath becoming difficult. The pain of a throat cut was indescribable. When the trachea is cut, breathing is obstructed, and the blood and oxygen supply to the brain are interrupted, which in turn inhibits brain function and affects breathing.
At the same time, blood flowed into the trachea, blocking the respiratory tract, leading to pulmonary congestion and water accumulation, and eventually suffocation. In this process, a person feels great pain and clearly realizes that death is approaching.
Arya stood quietly aside, watching Cersei's life gradually fade away. The pain of her impending death distorted Cersei's face and engorged her eyeballs, as if telling of her unwillingness and despair.
Arya sighed deeply, her eyes firm and resolute. She slowly walked to the lifeless body, gently drew out a sharp short sword, and crouched down. A tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the silent air, with only the cold light reflected by the short sword flickering with chill.
Time passed, and Arya finally stood up, holding the short sword in her hand, the blade stained with blood. She silently looked at everything in front of her, her heart filled with complex emotions. Then, she turned and left the room, leaving behind a string of bright red bloodstains, like blooming blood flowers.