Chapter 195 - Conspiracy Against a God (IV)
"How many have died for victory? How many have sacrificed their lives in search of glory? How many die for gold and sex? Satisfying one's own desires only leads to death, but for some unknown reason, humanity still follows this path. Maybe it's like the Chaos Gods said, all beings in the universe just follow their instincts and nature." God Emperor of Humanity.
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As soon as Aenar entered the main tent, he saw that everyone but Oberyn was present in the tent. Looking at the food being served, it seemed that many of them had already been there when the attack began, probably chatting and getting along.
Aenar entered and sat down on the main seat while nodding to everyone who stood up and greeted him respectfully. The king was normal and not at all in a hurry to sort things out for the counter-attack.
One of the reasons Aenar didn't rush to the front line was because Titus and Sigismund were in command of the troops and they could easily withstand Tywin's attack.
"I didn't expect Tywin to attack at night." Tyrion commented with a helpless tone. Although many tactics involved attacking the night, everyone knew that it wasn't so easy to attack the night. The darkness not only frightened the soldiers themselves, it was an obstacle to attacking the enemy army.
"Fortunately, the scouts were on watch and rang the bells the moment they realized something was wrong." Raymun Darry replied with a relieved tone. Being attacked at night was a terrible thing, especially because of the chaos it could cause.
"But it shows that Lady Kinvara's attack had the effect the king wanted." When Tyrion mentioned Kinvara, his tone showed a touch of respect, fear and admiration. A look that everyone around shared.
Although they respected Kinvara, they feared her even more. There was no way not to feel afraid in front of a person who could kill you with the wave of a hand. The stress of just being near Kinvara was enough for everyone to keep their distance from the Reverend Mother.
"They're looking for a victory, even if it's a small one." Tyrion commented with a smile forming on his face. "Your Grace, I have a proposition."
"Speak." Aenar replied, his eyes falling on the Hand of the King, showing curiosity about his supposed proposal.