Chapter 605: In the Name of the King!

"Let it end here."

The surrounding uproar quieted down instantly. The nobles of the Seven Kingdoms ceased their murmurs, expressions of astonishment frozen on their faces.

Robert's husky and low voice sent a strong sense of danger surging through Cersei's heart—a feeling she had never before felt from her husband.

It seemed that if she spoke another word, not a knight in King's Landing could ensure her safety.

"You…"

Cersei involuntarily shrank back, her face showing a hint of apprehension.

At this moment, Robert finally lifted his head. His eyes, resembling copper bells, were filled with bloodshot veins, sending shivers down anyone who met his gaze.

However, he didn't look at Cersei but towards the judgment seat, scanning the familiar and unfamiliar faces seated there.

Their expressions carried mockery or pity towards him, but his eyes finally rested on the silver-haired young man.

Viserys had just shared a few casual words with his queen and niece, a smile still lingering on his face. Sensing Robert's gaze, he turned his head, interlocking his fingers on the table before him and leaning back against his chair, his smile gradually fading.

"I am willing to plead guilty, boy."

Robert, with his bloodshot eyes, brushed aside his messy hair and looked at Viserys, speaking word by word.

"Oh?"

"Robert, you're willing to plead guilty?"

The silver-haired youth on the judgment seat narrowed his eyes slightly upon hearing Robert's words.

"Yes, I plead guilty."

Robert stood still, his voice raspy. It was only then that people noticed the severe deformity of the shackles on Robert's hands and feet. The edges of the shackles were stained with blood, his wrists were bleeding, and the blood dripped onto the ground.

"The strength of King Robert…"

The surrounding nobles of the Seven Kingdoms couldn't help but gasp upon witnessing this scene.

Although everyone knew Robert as synonymous with strength, this sight was too horrifying. He nearly broke the shackles with his bare hands in a fit of rage.

On the other side, Cersei's face also showed disbelief, laden with fear. She was lucky her sixth sense was sharp enough to sense the danger, shutting her mouth in time.

Otherwise, had she continued speaking, no knight in King's Landing could have saved her, not even her lover, Jaime Lannister.

The commander of the Unsullied, Blackworm, and the commander of the city guard, Brynden Tully, both narrowed their eyes upon seeing this.

"Your Grace."

They both turned their heads towards Viserys, wondering whether they should take control of the prisoner and replace his shackles. However, Viserys raised his hand to stop them, not interrupting Robert's words.

"I admit, I overthrew the Mad King's reign, ended the Targaryen dynasty of three hundred years, usurped the throne, and killed Rhaegar Targaryen—the rapist who violated my fiancée!"

Robert spoke vehemently.

"I admit to killing women and children during the war, I admit to whoring around, squandering millions of gold dragons!"

"I am guilty!"

"But my only mistake was not exterminating the Targaryen family root and branch! Letting you live!"

"Had I killed you, I would still be the king!"

"My mistake was heeding Jon Arryn's words, 'Her father will contribute to the stability of the throne,' and marrying this whore!"

Robert pointed at Cersei standing beside him, making the blonde woman's face turn slightly pale.

She sensed Robert's emotions were out of control. She quietly tried to distance herself, fearing he might suddenly grab her and kill her.

At this moment, Cersei regretted provoking Robert too much. However, for the freedom of her two children, and even for her own survival, she had to publicly disclose the identities of Joffrey and Myrcella.

"I will not die for killing Rhaegar, the rapist!"

Robert's maniacal demeanor made the Unsullied soldiers and the gold cloaks present tense up.

"Halt—"

The Unsullied soldiers formed a circle, holding their spears and round shields, surrounding him.

"Take him down!"

Sitting beside Viserys, Renys heard Robert's outrageous words. Her face tightened, and she stood up from her chair, clutching the hilt of her Valyrian steel sword.

"I will kill him."

Since Viserys had promised her, she would personally execute Robert to avenge her father, Rhaegar.

The Unsullied rushed forward to subdue the crazed Robert, while Cersei had already fled to a safe distance, her face pale fearing accidental harm.

"I am the king!"

"You too are a king!"

"Boy!"

However, Robert, encircled at the center, still had his eyes filled with bloodshot veins. He ignored the sharp spears and shields around him, his gaze fixed on Viserys as he roared thunderously.

"Except for you!"

"No one here can judge me!"

"No one!"

Blackworm's cold eyes were about to order the capture of Robert, but was once again stopped by Viserys.

"Let him finish."

The silver-haired youth on the stage stood up, held Renys by the shoulder to let her sit down momentarily, his violet eyes looking at the crazed Robert Baratheon calmly as he spoke.

"Robert, how do you want me to judge you?"

Viserys' words made the Unsullied soldiers ready to subdue Robert pause.

And Robert, encircled at the spot, looked at Viserys standing on the stage as if he were neurotic. He stopped raging and instead burst into laughter.

His laughter was loud, his disheveled beard moving as his face turned red. He laughed until he was out of breath, coughing continuously before speaking with a resonant voice.

"I request the aid of the gods above!"

"In the name of Andal, Rhoynar, and the First Men, the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, Robert Baratheon the First!"

Robert's maniacal words sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

"In the presence of the gods' spokespeople, the common folk of King's Landing, and the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms!"

"I demand a trial by combat!"

"In the name of the king! Will you refuse?"

…

Robert's words left the tens of thousands in the trial court, along with the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, in utter silence. The breaths of all present seemed to stop as they turned their gaze towards the silver-haired youth on the judgment seat.

And Viserys stood on the stage, his face calm as he stared at Robert below, not uttering a word for a long while.

"Your Grace…"

On the other side, Petyr Baelish, the Governor of the Vale, stood up with a worried face, speaking quickly to dissuade.

"You are the king, you are the future of the kingdom, there's no need to risk your life for a loser…"

However, at this moment, Viserys suddenly let out an inexplicable chuckle. He ignored Littlefinger's words, turned, and walked down the stage, speaking to his attendant Robb Stark.

"Bring me my sword!"

Whoosh—

"Oohhh!"

The trial court, filled with tens of thousands of spectators, erupted into a deafening uproar.

"Yes! Your Grace!"

The red-haired young man, his face flushed possibly from excitement, hurriedly ran to fetch Viserys' sword upon hearing his words.