Chapter 147 - Home sweet home (VIII)

Chapter 147 - 147 - Home sweet home (VIII)"I underestimated the patience of those arrogant clerics." Daenerys, watching the Septan's head roll onto the execution platform.

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In the square in front of the Great Sept of Baelor, Daenerys was sitting on a chair next to her mother, watching the people huddle below. A smile appeared on her lips. The execution of the Septan was about to begin, as was the spectacle she had prepared especially for the Faith of the Seven.

"What do you think will happen, Mother?" Daenerys asked with a smile, looking at the crowd gathered below the execution platform.

"Obviously, the man called the High Sparrow will intervene in the execution," Rhaella replied in a calm tone. She glanced at the two dragons standing not far away. They were there in case things got out of hand at the intense moment of the spectacle that was about to begin.

At the same time, around three thousand soldiers surrounded the square, all ready to retaliate at any sign of mutiny on the part of the Faith of the Seven.

Daenerys nodded and didn't hide the smile on her lips. She was really looking forward to cleansing King's Landing of those damned arrogant, cruel and murderous Septons. Every brother, sister, cousin or any other relative had to be avenged. No matter what, she would make the Faith of the Seven regret ever having existed.

But if there was anyone in the world who hated the Faith of the Seven even more, it was Rhaella. Only a parent knows the pain of losing a son or daughter. All the sons and daughters who had died before her, all the miscarriages she had suffered... She remembered each one. The memories were so vivid that she could never forget her dead sons and daughters.

Rhaella considered herself a cold and controlled woman, because if she had the explosive temperament typical of the Targaryens, she would have ridden into Vermithor and flown to Oldtown to set fire to the whole town, reducing it to ashes until no one was left to tell the tale. All to avenge his sons and daughters.

So if there was anyone who wanted the Faith of the Seven to dare move, it was Rhaella herself. The pain, hatred and resentment bubbled up in her chest, threatening to explode at any moment. And when they did, everyone would see what a truly furious woman was.

While Daenerys and Rhaella talked, Aurane brought the chained Septan to the execution platform. To make things even more dramatic, Daenerys had ordered the Septon to wear extremely expensive and luxurious clerical robes, highlighting the extraordinary status of the man who was about to be beheaded.



And honestly, the crowd's reaction to seeing the Septan beautifully dressed was shocking, to say the least. In the eyes of the people, the Septons were servants of the gods. How could such noble people commit crimes?

As he placed the Septon on his knees on the ground, Aurane smiled and drew his sword. He looked at the crowd and declared loudly:

"This is Marsty Norse, septon of the Great Sept of Baelor. He was caught red-handed for murdering and raping men and women."

"I am Septan of the Great Sept of Baelor! I will not be judged by human laws!" Marsty shouted loudly. The man, who was about fifty years old, had never been so humiliated in his entire life. Not even the nobles dared to be so arrogant in front of him.

"I will not be judged in the court of incestuous abominations and their demonic servants from hell on another continent!" Looking at Daenerys and Rhaella, Marsty shouted even more angrily at the situation he found himself in.

Daenerys looked at the Septon with a bored expression.

"You should read more. Repeating the same offenses makes the insults rather boring," she said in a calm tone, her eyes staring at the kneeling man with a sarcastic look.

Marsty's face took on an expression of pure anger, so much so that his skin reddened slightly, showing how furious he was.

"However, you are wrong about something," Daenerys continued. "The laws of men must be respected by all men. You have abused your position, deceived men and women, committed abominable acts and you will pay for it like anyone else."

"Your status as a septon won't make the slightest difference now. You will die like the nobles who were hanged. The laws must be followed so that others like you fear to think of committing any crime." Daenerys finished with a cold, calm tone.

The people heard her words and cast different glances at the young queen. If before everyone had admired her strength, at that moment they began to admire Daenerys herself.

"Crime?" Marsty seemed to hear the funniest thing in the world. "No one has ever judged a Septon. You won't be the first, you incestuous little whore!"

Merik, who until then had remained motionless, glared at the man who had dared to insult his queen. Without hesitation, he approached with a whip and struck it against the Septon's back. The whip, made of leather and treated with salt, was not only powerful, but also inflicted extreme pain.

"Argh!" A painful groan escaped Marsty's lips. The luxurious robes tore at her back, and the whip struck her skin squarely, leaving deep red marks, with blood oozing from the wound.

"Pig, be careful with your words. My queen must not be dishonored by a worm like you," Merik said, looking at the man who was screaming in pain.

"I'll kill you..." Marsty growled through clenched teeth, he could feel the extremely strong burning in his back, he had never been humiliated so much in his life.

Merik sneered. Did the man really think he would still be alive after that day?



"Begin the execution," Daenerys ordered, turning her gaze to the Great Sept of Baelor with an excited expression. She had made sure that the execution took place in front of the Great Sept to encourage the Faith Militant to act quickly.

However, even at that moment, the temple gates remained firmly closed. There wasn't even a guard watching the place.

"I refuse to believe that these people will stand idly by before the execution of one of their important members," Daenerys muttered, looking at the Great Sept of Baelor with a calm gaze.

"Begin the execution." She didn't hesitate to decree the start of the sentence.

Rising from her chair, Daenerys spoke aloud:

"I, Daenerys of House Targaryen, in the name of King Aenar of House Targaryen, First of the Name, King of the Andals, the Roiners and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm..."

She paused briefly before continuing:

"I sentence you to death for the crimes of murder and rape." Then, looking at the man, she asked with a sarcastic tone: "Last words?"

Marsty spat on the ground and spoke with contempt:

"I doubt you'll dare kill me. Your damned government will collapse like all the kingdoms that dared to fight against the Faith of the Seven."

"Aurane."

With no patience to continue listening, Daenerys sat down again.

Aurane didn't need to be a genius to understand the order. Without any hesitation, she forced the septon to place his head on a log and held his sword firmly.

Marsty scoffed and didn't resist. He simply couldn't believe that Daenerys would have the courage to kill him. After all, he was the Septan of the Great Sept of Baelor, the second most influential man in the Faith of the Seven, second only to the High Septan in Oldtown. With that status, he was sure that girl wouldn't be bold enough.

Suddenly, however, Marsty felt an intense but brief pain. Just then the world seemed to spin. Confused, he looked down and saw a headless body that looked familiar.

As darkness engulfed his consciousness, he was still trying to understand why that body seemed so familiar. But then everything faded away.

Even in his last moments, he never imagined that Daenerys would be insane enough to declare war on the Faith of the Seven with such an act of blasphemy.



Aurane lifted the septon's decapitated head, a discreet smile on his lips, and handed it to Daenerys. She, however, only replied in a casual tone:

"Give it to the pigs or anything that eats garbage."

"Yes, my queen." Aurane replied respectfully, raising her head so that the crowd could see her. The spectators were still stunned by the septon's clean and swift execution.

"This is the final fate of sinners," Aurane murmured in a gentle tone, although his eyes revealed a cunning glint.

With still no sign of any reaction from the Faith of the Seven, Daenerys' face became increasingly grim. She really hadn't expected those people to be so patient in the face of an event that could tarnish the church's reputation.

But, seeing that there was no movement inside the Great Sept of Baelor, Daenerys' mood turned cold and murderous.

"Since you don't care, I'm going to take your lands, cancel the tax exemption and increase the tributes to the church even more." She muttered, gradually creating a second plan to force the Faith of the Seven to rebel publicly.

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