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#318 - Chapter 52: We meet again, sir

Arya cautiously circled the study, a place that couldn't be more familiar to her, where she often played as a child. Then, she tiptoed towards the nearby bedroom, its door wide open, where her father once lived. Now, the room looked more luxurious than ever. Soft Myr carpets covered the floor, and the walls were adorned with various ornaments and golden lion emblems, filling the room with a mysterious and private atmosphere.

Arya gripped the short sword tightly in her hand, approaching the large bed step by step.

She was fully focused, ready to strike, but then, to her surprise, she found a woman lying on the bed, and Tywin was not there.

As if sensing someone approaching, the woman on the bed gently lifted the covers, revealing her naked body to the air. She said in a delicate and charming voice, "Oh, Tywin, you're finally back, my lion." However, when the woman sat up and saw that the person standing in front of her was not Tywin, but a small figure wearing a pale mask, her eyes immediately showed horror, her mouth opened wide, ready to shout for help.

Arya suddenly rushed forward, quickly covering her mouth with her hand and pressing the woman's head forcefully against the headboard of the large bed. At the same time, she raised a finger and said in a gentle tone, "Shh, keep quiet. As long as you are obedient and cooperate with me, I promise I will never hurt you."

The woman stared at the sharp blade in terror, trembling all over, and then nodded silently to show her obedience. Seeing this, Arya comforted her softly, "Very good, please rest assured. Now can you tell me, who exactly are you? And why are you here? Where did Tywin run off to?"

The woman replied in a slightly trembling voice, "My name is Shae, just an ordinary maid. Tonight, I was summoned by the Prime Minister to serve him in bed. As for Lord Tywin, he just went to the toilet. Please, please don't hurt me."

After hearing this, Arya sighed deeply, her face full of helplessness, and muttered to herself, "Alas, isn't it good to be alive!" Before she finished speaking, she pressed Shae's hand, which was trying to reach towards the pillow, tightly with her left hand, and then waved the short sword in her right hand. In an instant, the sword flashed like lightning. The woman's eyes widened instantly, her face full of fear, watching her throat being cut. And this woman, who was once deeply loved by Tyrion, was now like a lifeless dead fish, her body twitching constantly, and finally collapsed weakly to the ground. At the same time, a dagger inlaid with gold rolled out from under the pillow.

Arya carefully looked around the room, and indeed, as Shae had said, there was nothing unusual here. Tywin's clothes were still neatly placed on the bedside, seemingly indicating that he had just left not long ago. Continuing along the corridor outside the bedroom, there was a small protruding tower, which served as a toilet.

Glancing at the lifeless woman, Arya tore off the nearby bedding and covered the body tightly.

Gripping the short sword, Arya stepped towards the toilet, determined to end Tywin's life here. However, as she reached the door, she suddenly heard a clear sound of footsteps coming from the corridor, getting closer and closer to the door.

Her heart rate suddenly increased, but she did not panic. Instead, she quickly moved to the side room next to the door, took a deep breath, hid behind the curtain, and concealed her figure.

Arya had just raised her head when her eyes met the crossbow that Joffrey had once favored.

She picked it up smoothly, and with a skillful pull with one hand, accompanied by a crisp "click" sound, the bowstring was in place, and then she picked up two sharp arrows for backup.

"Creak~" The door slowly opened, and Tywin walked into the room in thin clothes. Despite the passage of time, his figure was still tall and strong, and his back was as straight as a pine tree.

Arya, like a ghost, silently arrived at the bedroom door. At this moment, Tywin was tiptoeing towards the huge bed, his nose twitching slightly, and a faint smell of blood entered his nostrils. Tywin's heart tightened, but he did not show too much panic. He retreated without hesitation, kept a certain distance from the bed, and quickly turned around to step out of the bedroom.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred! Tywin only felt a sharp pain in his right leg, making it almost impossible for him to stand, and he almost fell to the ground. Looking down, a sharp arrow had pierced his thigh, and bright red blood flowed out through the gaps in his fingers.

Accompanied by a "click~" sound, the bedroom door was tightly closed, and Arya's figure emerged in the flickering candlelight. In her hand, she held a golden crossbow, obviously, it was she who had shot the fatal blow just now. And at this moment, she had reloaded another arrow, the arrowhead pointing directly at Tywin's head.

Seeing this, Tywin immediately began to look around, trying to find an item that could be used as a weapon. His eyes swept across every corner of the room, and finally fell on the window. However, in just a moment, he dismissed the idea of escaping from the window. After all, this was the top floor of the Hand's Tower, and if he jumped from here, there would be only death. Rather than taking such a risk, it would be better to talk to the assassin in front of him.

Tywin took a deep breath, tried to calm himself, then turned his gaze to Arya and said slowly, "Young man, you can't escape the Hand's Tower. Even if you kill me, you will not escape death." Seeing that the other party did not act immediately, he swallowed and continued to say calmly, "Why don't we make a deal? As long as you are willing to work for me, I can fulfill all your wishes. Whether it is high office, prominent status, or beautiful women, if you are just for money, then no matter how high the employer offers, I am willing to pay you three times the reward!"

Hearing this, the crossbow held tightly in Arya's hand drooped slightly. She reached out and gently took off the mask on her face. Seeing this, Tywin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had successfully persuaded the assassin. However, the words that Arya slowly said next surprised him.

"Lord Tywin, it's been a long time! I didn't expect you to be still so energetic." Arya raised the corner of her mouth, pointing to the inside of the room with a hint of teasing.

Tywin stared at the face that seemed somewhat familiar, and his heart tightened: "You are... Arry? That girl who served wine at Harrenhal!"

Arya smiled and replied, "Thank you, Lord Tywin, for remembering such a small person like me. Back then, you sent me to that pervert, the Mountain, didn't you not plan to let me live!"

Tywin was stunned. He thought that this girl had already been dealt with, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Seeing her standing alive in front of him at this moment, he couldn't help but feel very surprised. He quickly explained, "Wait, Arry, there must be some misunderstanding here. I treated you quite well back then..."