EBE #289 - Chapter 23: Judgment (II)
#289 - Chapter 23: Judgment (II)
Hearing this, Tyrion could no longer bear it. He turned sharply to Tywin, who was sitting on the high platform, and shouted, "Father! I am willing to confess! I want to... confess everything!"
Tywin frowned and raised his hand to signal the noise below to quiet down. He looked at Tyrion and asked, "Do you really want to plead guilty?"
At this moment, Tyrion's heart felt like a volcano about to erupt, with molten lava churning in his chest, yet he forcibly suppressed it. He slowly turned around, faced the crowd of onlookers behind him, and said in a tone full of anger and disappointment, "I was the one who saved you all! I saved this city, and your worthless lives! I should have let Stannis destroy you all!"
His words were like a sharp sword, deeply piercing everyone present. The nobles and wealthy merchants who came to watch the ceremony were immediately in turmoil. A clamor arose from the crowd, some angrily accusing him, others looking terrified. The whole scene fell into chaos.
Tywin roared angrily: "Silence~ Silence~! Tyrion, don't you want to plead guilty? Do you admit that you murdered our beloved King Joffrey?"
Tyrion's mouth curled into a sarcastic smile, and he fearlessly responded: "Humph, I didn't kill that little bastard. But, speaking of guilt, I have a more serious and unforgivable crime—that is being a dwarf. This damned physical defect has destined my entire life to be a cruel trial against dwarfs. I suppose that's what you really want to hear me admit? Too bad, you'll be disappointed. Joffrey didn't die by my hand. But honestly, I wish I had done it, because seeing your disgusting little brat die would feel better than enjoying a thousand times the services of fake and debauched prostitutes."
Tyrion turned sharply and faced the onlookers behind him, shouting indignantly, "I know very well that you people despise me, this dwarf, from the bottom of your hearts, and regard me as a monster. But if that were really the case, perhaps I would be glad, so that I could easily tear you apart. Unfortunately, reality is not like that, so if I had enough poison, I would not hesitate to personally pour it into the stomachs of each of you. You ungrateful bastards, all of you go to hell!"
Tywin stood up abruptly and shouted in a loud voice, "Ser Meryn, take the prisoner back to the dungeon immediately!"
Before he finished speaking, Meryn Trant walked out from the door, but at this moment, Liu Yuan was standing firmly in front of him. Liu Yuan's eyes were extremely cold, staring straight at Meryn Trant, and he uttered only one word: "Get lost!"
Meryn Trant naturally knew that his two companions had died tragically at the hands of the person in front of him. At this moment, his feet were like nails, and he did not dare to move at all.
At this time, Tyrion pointed at the people on the stage and said righteously: "I will never lose my life because of that bastard Joffrey. I know very well that I cannot get so-called justice from you people, and you are not qualified to make a fair judgment. Therefore, I can only pray for the protection of the gods in the sky. I demand a trial by combat!" His words were like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves, instantly triggering cheers from the onlookers. For these ordinary people, watching a life-and-death contest was much more interesting than directly executing a dwarf. After all, such a scene was undoubtedly more thrilling and exciting.
Hearing Tyrion's request for a trial by combat, Duke Tywin frowned. He never expected Tyrion to be so determined, and he wondered how to deal with it. He turned to look at Jaime beside him, only to see Jaime shaking his head helplessly, indicating that he could do nothing about it.
After a moment of silence, Duke Tywin finally said, "Very well, since you are so persistent, then I will grant your wish." This is the power of tradition! Even in such a public situation, he had to compromise.
Tyrion secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: At least for now, I won't die.
"However, you need to choose a champion, or are you going to fight in person?" Tywin asked calmly.
Tyrion nervously looked around. When his eyes fell on Bronn, he found that the other party was taking a few steps back as if to avoid him.
At this moment, a figure stood up and walked to the dock, and said loudly: "Let me do it! Although he is indeed a hateful little lecher, he is also my friend after all. Let me be your champion!" This person was Liu Yuan.
For a time, there were whispers in the crowd. Everyone was very familiar with this Marquis Garon - he not only held tens of thousands of soldiers, but was also rich enough to rival a country. Especially on the day of the King's wedding, he actually killed two members of the Kingsguard with his bare hands. His heroic deeds were like heroes in epic legends, which was amazing.
Faced with this situation, Tywin's face became very ugly. But now that things had come to this, he had no choice but to say helplessly: "Since this is the case, who will you choose as your champion, Queen Mother Cersei, the plaintiff?"
Cersei looked at Liu Yuan with endless resentment and viciousness, but she knew that she had to make a choice at this moment: "I have decided to choose Gregor Clegane to be my champion. I firmly believe that neither the gods nor the law will easily let go of that hateful little devil!"
Hearing this name, Tyrion couldn't help but feel worried. He frowned and asked, "But that's the Mountain, a terrifying existence that makes people frightened. Are you really confident that you can defeat him?" However, facing Tyrion's question, Liu Yuan just smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a confident smile: "No matter what kind of opponent they send, the final outcome will be without suspense. Even if I face a huge dragon, it will just take a few more swings of the sword."
Tyrion looked at Liu Yuan gratefully. He knew that this trial by combat was destined to be a life-and-death fight, but at this moment, he had no choice but to trust his best friend.
Since Gregor Clegane is still in his own territory, even if he rushes here at full speed, it will take at least three days to reach King's Landing. Therefore, the trial by combat was scheduled to take place five days later. When Duke Tywin officially announced the date of the trial by combat, the whole scene instantly fell into a tense and fierce atmosphere. People were talking about the upcoming duel, wondering who would win.