Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 312 The Vacant Prime Minister's Position

The next day.

At the Imperial Conference.

Viserys glanced at the assembled ministers, his face expressionless, and then spoke with a thunderous roar: "I hereby announce the removal of Leonor Strong from his post as Prime Minister, and he will be nominated as a replacement."

Wow!
The ministers were startled by this and all looked at the king and the former prime minister.

Leonor looked bitter and dejected, his head hanging low, clearly having been prepared for this.

No matter how well prepared you are, when you actually face it, you still feel a sense of powerlessness and suffocation, as if you have been used and then ruthlessly abandoned.

"Don't be sad, Lord Leonor."

After Viserys finished speaking, his expression softened slightly, and he said reassuringly, "You are still my minister, and you will always have a place in my council."

He dismissed the man from his post, firstly because he disliked his poor parenting, and secondly because Leonor's overall abilities were indeed insufficient to govern the country for him.

However, he would not let such a loyal minister feel disheartened.

Upon hearing this, Leonor regained a slight smile and simply nodded in agreement.

This scene reassured the ministers somewhat, as long as they weren't kicked out of the Imperial Council.

Thaddeus was overjoyed and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

next moment.

"Lord Thaddeus, what explanation do you have for your dereliction of duty!?"

Viserys's face hardened; he had no intention of letting the matter rest.

"Your Majesty...I...I..."

Thaddeus panicked.

He was the Minister of Justice, the direct superior of the commander of the capital's garrison, and bore a large part of the responsibility for the scandal of the Dornish nobles being kidnapped and murdered.

“Uncle, Lord Thaddeus feels deeply ashamed and has already come up with a compensation plan.”

Imon spoke at the opportune moment.

Upon hearing this, Thaddeus seemed to have seen a savior and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

“Oh.” Viserys glanced at his nephew and asked coldly, “How come I didn’t know Lord Thaddeus had any so-called compensation plan?”

"Your Majesty, yes, yes."

Thaddeus dared not delay and immediately admitted it.

Viserys asked suspiciously, "The person is already dead, what other way do you have to compensate him?"

"Forehead…"

Thaddeus was taken aback, his brain racing.

"for example!"

Aemon once again came to the rescue, slowly saying, "I will fund the digging of twenty deep wells in King's Landing, as a Lord Chancellor, to benefit the common people and appease their fears."

Thaddeus's eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, yes."

"Hmph!" Viserys's expression remained unpleasant as he said irritably, "Then so be it."

After saying that, he glared fiercely at Imon.

Imon lowered his head, as if he were a little scared.

"Prince..."

Thaddeus was deeply moved to see the usually fearless prince suffer for his sake, and secretly wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

We must dig twenty deep wells to live up to His Highness's selfless protection.

Amon quietly looked up and gave him a reassuring look.

"Woooooo~~~~"

In an instant, Thaddeus was moved to tears.

"Your Majesty, now that Lord Leonor has been dismissed from his position as Prime Minister, who will take his place?"

The sea serpent, its face stiff, could no longer bear to watch Imon's performance and asked for the key.

"Ahem... This matter still needs to be discussed."

Viserys' face flushed slightly, but he maintained his dignified demeanor, leaving the topic unresolved.

If it needs to be discussed, then it should be about choosing the best option.

The sea serpent's eyes were deep, and its hand gripped its chin.

Tyran and Otto, who were diagonally opposite him, shared the same idea.

Tyran was excited and straightened his back, imagining the odds of becoming the Prime Minister.

Otto, on the other hand, was much more low-key, keeping his head down and thinking silently, neither competing nor vying for anything, displaying great humility.

Although the king did not explicitly state it, the position of Prime Minister would certainly be chosen from among those present.

Based on their qualifications and backgrounds, the three mentioned above are the most likely to be selected.

The Sea Serpent needs no introduction; he is the most powerful noble lord in the Seven Kingdoms, commanding half of the kingdom's fleet and possessing the strategically vital Tidehead Island and Tyrosi.

I am exceptionally capable and impeccable in every aspect.

Otto was the former Prime Minister and a key minister during the reign of King Renji, but he was a man of questionable character and had a history of being dismissed from office.

But who knows if the king will use him? No one can match the tacit understanding between old partners.

Tailan, on the other hand, is the best among the worst.

Otto and Linman were royal advisors, a position less important than that of the Chancellor of the Exchequer.

Thaddeus and Grand Scholar Orville were newcomers, and their resumes were not as extensive as those of the young Tyran.

In addition, Tyran's background and abilities are also widely recognized.

With him as Prime Minister, the Iron Throne's finances would certainly be secured thanks to the wealth of Lannisteri in the West, and his administration of the people would be flawless.

"Who should I choose?"

Viserys glanced at the three men discreetly, intending to leave the position of Prime Minister vacant for the time being.

Unfortunately, his acting skills need improvement.

The sea serpent, sensing the king's intention to bide, turned its attention to Leonor, adding insult to injury: "May I ask, in what capacity does Lord Leonor remain in the Royal Council?"

"this…"

Viserys hesitated, finding it difficult to speak.

"Could it be another royal advisor?"

The sea serpent sized Leonor up and down, its posture rather aggressive.

Amon pursed his lips.

how to say.

The Sea Serpent's strength is unmatched, not only in the Imperial Council but also among the Seven Kingdoms.

The possibility of him getting along peacefully with the ministers of the Imperial Council is practically zero.

"I will think carefully about what specific position I will hold."

Viserys remained calm and used stalling tactics.

At this moment, Otto suddenly spoke up: "The position of Assistant Minister of Sunspear City is still pending. With Lord Leonor's rich experience, he should be able to handle the job with ease."

Leonor looked up abruptly, his face showing surprise.

"Agreed!" The sea serpent echoed the vote.

"His Majesty…"

Leonor was taken aback, unsure how to express himself; whether he agreed or not would be problematic.

Viserys was in a complicated mood and did not respond immediately.

The position of Assistant Minister in Yangji City requires both exceptional ability and unwavering loyalty.

When he decided to remove Leonor from his post as Prime Minister, he thought of appointing him as his advisor.

But... doing this would be a bit like crossing the river and then burning the bridge.

However, he glanced at Otto without leaving a trace.

Otto remained calm, showing no shame for setting a trap for his colleague, but rather a sense of superiority for sharing the burden of his lord.

As soon as the king spoke, he guessed what the other party was thinking.

No one understands Viserys better than him.

Nobody!!
……

"Father……!!"

Jahelis was overjoyed and charged over like a little cannonball.

Because of her height, she could only hold onto her father's leg.

Amon looked at him with a hint of disdain, patted his head, and asked, "What's making you so happy?"

As a father, you need to learn to be tolerant.

Don't be like Damon and become an unreliable father.

“I learned a lot today, the common vocabulary of higher Valyria, and simple herbal identification… Langwu only taught us for an hour, and spent the rest of the time taking us to play outside the city.”

Jae-Herrison, a chatterbox, was very pleased with his new teacher.

He had assumed that teachers were all like the Grand Scholar Orville or the Scholar of Gladius, who were outwardly gentle but inwardly stern.

Unexpectedly, Langwu was very kind, just like his grandfather Viserys.

Take them to meditate, relax, and go for a spring outing...

"As long as you're satisfied."

Eamon smiled and whispered, "Don't study too hard. If you get tired, find a place to take a nap. Remember to eat well. Your mom is in charge of the kitchen."

What's the point of studying!
His Highness didn't study when he was a child, so are you going to force his son to study?

What kind of bastard would do something like this?

"No, I really enjoy learning."

Jaeheris chuckled foolishly, determined to walk down the wrong path...

"Um??"

Immon was astonished.

Not scientific!

Is his son such a book lover?

Shouldn't he be like Gaimon, a warrior born with superhuman strength, capable of taking on a hundred men single-handedly?

Jahelis didn't understand, and just kept sharing funny stories.

Renilla watched the father and son from behind with a helpless smile.

It is a tradition among the Targaryens to love reading.

From his great-grandfather Jaehaerys and grandfather “Brave Belon” to his aunts Damon and Rhaenys, they were all avid readers who enjoyed learning from books.

Father Viserys and Aemon, who didn't like reading, were actually the odd ones out.

No wonder some people have privately spread rumors that Aemon is actually his father's child, which is why Damon doesn't love his eldest son and is willing to fall out with his brother.

Rumors may not be true, but they are certainly outrageous.

……

Queen's bedroom.

“Viserys wants to be the Prime Minister. You should help me out and let me get back to that position.”

Otto sat down, leaning on his cane, and asked his daughter for help.

"..."

Allison didn't answer, keeping her head down and busying herself, ignoring her father's admonitions.

“Aegon and Aymond are getting engaged, your children are getting on the right track, and I have their support behind me, so things will go even better for them.”

Otto never gives up easily.

After talking for a while, it got dark.

Allison finally finished her work, wiped the sweat from her brow, and sighed helplessly, "Father, Viserys will not agree to you becoming Prime Minister."

Who dares to be so certain?

Otto, with a deep look in his eyes, said, "The mistake I made was nothing more than a power struggle within the court. Only after Leonor was dismissed was I able to help Viserys."

Besides, who else would be more suitable than him?

Sea snake/Thailand
An ambitious man who once attempted to seize the Iron Throne.

A young, incompetent man born into a family as the second son.

"I can't make the decision."

Allison shook her head and rubbed her forehead.

Otto stood up and said solemnly, "As long as you're willing to help, nothing else matters."

Viserys is easily swayed.

The persuasion of his bedmate can easily move his heart.

……

A few moments.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door of the king's bedchamber, and after a moment, Viserys' voice came through.

"Come in."

Squeak!

Otto limped, and Sir Harold opened the door for him as he entered the bedroom.

"Otto, what are you doing here so late?"

Viserys, sitting in a rocking chair with the fireplace burning brightly, was quite surprised to see people.

Otto said, "Prince Coollen has stayed in King's Landing for too long. If we let him go back to his old ways, it might not be safe to rely on just one advisor."

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Commoners stayed at home or in taverns, listening to drunkards talk about the king's second son's engagement and the upcoming arrival of Dornish nobles.

Several royal ministers tossed and turned, unable to sleep, pondering the king's thoughts.

The only prince, who wished to remain anonymous, was sleeping soundly on the soft couch, dreaming of the freedom of eggs.

(End of this chapter)