The entire hall fell silent.
Everyone looked at the half-body writhing and whimpering on the ground, their hearts trembling.
Oh, The Gods.
It would have been better to just kill him!
What a state he was in now! Bloody, disgusting chunks of flesh, a brand new torture!
People heard.
Crow's Eye let out a faint, miserable sound, and then nothing else. But the King's cold and stern judgment seemed to still echo in the Halls.
Everyone understood.
Crow's Eye's fate was completely sealed.
After such a heavy Punishment, what else could be done?
Compared to this, the death penalty seemed like a form of leniency.
With this, the Lords and Knights of the Shield had even less reason to stand up and object.
Feeling inexplicably uneasy, they looked around.
Most of the people attending the meeting in the Halls were Officers under the King or nobles from other places. There were only a few dozen of their own people from the Shield Islands, less than a tenth of the total number.
The scene visible through the dozen or so windows was of the Kraken, no, the Siren Kraken, a small part of it.
This monster was currently lying in the courtyard outside the Halls. And as it climbed towards the Castle, most of the people in Hewett Earl's Town had seen it.
The Port At Sea was filled with the King's Warships, making the already small Dock appear even more cramped.
A full three hundred ships.
The power of these Warships had been clearly demonstrated, they were practically invincible At Sea.
Recalling the various sights, changes, and details of the past two days, they looked again at Garlan Tyrell, who stood not far from King Joffrey.
Highgarden's Shield had lost the strong defense it once had. What did the Golden Roses think about this?
Garlan's gaze was counting the floor tiles.
Falia Flowers looked deeply at Garlan, as if she understood his silence and melancholy from yesterday.
If the King could act so wantonly in the Hewett family's Castle, would he be much more restrained when dealing with Highgarden?
Perhaps that had to be the case before. But now, the Iron Throne no longer needed to be.
Perhaps Garlan was unwilling to make this trip in the first place.
The Golden Rose had offered up the Shield.
Falia took one last look at Garlan, filled with complex emotions she couldn't quite articulate, then withdrew her gaze and let out a relieved breath.
What was past was past.
Falia adjusted the Ministry of the Navy Officer Badge pinned to her collar. Now, I am in the navy, belonging to the Royal Fleet, pursuing glory and victory.
"Mia."
The King spoke softly, breaking the oppressive silence.
Falia and everyone else looked at the girl.
Falia couldn't help but silently sigh. The Destinies of two bastard daughters were completely overturned on the same day.
One won a future, the other gained a new life.
Compared to herself, Falia understood that this Mia before her was undoubtedly more unfortunate, and had received greater salvation.
Mia Stonehouse. A bastard daughter from the Westerlands.
Falia saw on her face the satisfaction of having her great revenge, the gradually fading resentment, and a strange mix of apprehension and anticipation.
"Your Majesty." Mia Stonehouse knelt directly before the King, raising her head to gaze up at the King's handsome face.
"The Farman family should not perish like this," the King said. "The ravaged Fair Isle also needs a new Lord, a noble, upright, kind, loyal, and convincing leader."
Immediately, there were gasps of heavy breathing throughout the hall.
Falia was also deeply surprised.
She stared intently at Mia Stonehouse. The girl lowered her head piteously, quietly awaiting the decree.
The King sighed, "Fortunately, in this misfortune, we still have you, Mia Stonehouse, who grew up in the Farman family's Castle and lived with your parents and Brothers."
Mia Stonehouse trembled uncontrollably, seemingly crying, yet also seemingly trying to suppress her excitement.
Falia understood the great significance of the King's words.
Bastards were also different. Most bastards not acknowledged by their fathers could only live outside on their own, not much better off than helpless orphans.
Acknowledged bastards were much luckier.
Usually, they would be brought back to their father's Castle and live with their noble family members, and could be considered part of the family.
The King could even legitimize acknowledged bastards, giving them the right to inherit their father's land, titles, Castle, and Wealth. Although their place in the line of succession could only be at the very end.
The premise is being publicly acknowledged and integrated into the family.
In reality, not all bastards living in the castle are necessarily recognized family members. Falia naturally had a deep understanding of this.
She herself was not acknowledged by her father.
Yet, because of this, she had to endure the cold stares and bullying of her stepmother and legitimate sisters. The usual suffering of a bastard daughter.
If she hadn't known that leaving the castle would only make things worse, the long-suffering Falia would never have endured and humbled herself to be a "maid"!
So, what about Mia Stonehouse?
Lord Farman also allowed her to live in his halls, but did he acknowledge Mia's identity?
Falia had never heard of it.
It is not common for bastards to be acknowledged by their fathers. Such a rare and peculiar interesting event, even if the location is far away in the Westerlands, the Shield Islands should not have been completely unaware of it.
Mia wasn't acknowledged?
Falia couldn't think that way either. After all, King Joffrey had already personally acknowledged her, could it still be false?
Falia thought a lot, but it was only for a moment.
Then she heard the King say: "In the name of the Iron Throne, the bloodline of Mia Stonehouse is hereby legitimized from today. According to the law, she shall inherit all legitimate possessions of the Farman family's lands, titles, wealth, and everything else."
The King reached out and patted the girl, "Do you have any objections? Mia Farman."
The entire audience held their breath.
Mia Farman, with tears in her eyes, showed a big smile, "Mia Farman humbly obeys Your Majesty's decree!"
Falia's heart suddenly ached, and an unspeakable bitterness rose in her mouth. Mia Farman! Stonehouse became Farman! A bastard daughter became a Farman! A Farman of Fair Isle!
More than just a rebirth? It was a step to heaven!
What's more, with no surviving legitimate members of the Farman family, who else could compete with her for the inheritance?
Falia couldn't help but feel envy and even jealousy.
Compared to what Mia Stonehouse received, what was a mere liaison officer? Still a lowly bastard daughter! Not even the lowest level of nobility!
The King even said: "State affairs are heavy, everything will be kept simple. Mia Farman, Fair Isle and the Farman family are entrusted to you. Swear allegiance to your lawful King here, Lord Farman, Governor of Fair Isle."
The glances exchanged among the crowd became even more intense.
Another Governor! The King's intentions could be completely confirmed. Could the Shield Islands escape?
Governor. Falia Flowers' hope was reignited. That's right, King Joffrey must still have plans for the Shield Islands! I can help! My identity is perfect! It must be perfect!
Falia's gaze was fervent as she turned her head to look directly at the high platform.
The King had already helped the lucky woman up and given her a special round badge. Then the King looked over here.
"Falia, step forward," the King said with a smile.
Falia blinked, took a deep breath, stepped on the bloodstains on the ground, walked past the withered half of Crow's Eye, and approached the King
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