Howlingbird-Style Revolution
"W-Who are you?" asked Arslan, pointing rudely at Arryn's face because the young man had destroyed the Howlingbird's roof.

Arryn turned to look at Arslan, and not long after, he walked over while brandishing a sword at the man. The blade of the sword with the blazing fire felt warm when it was close to Arslan's neck, making the man instantly break out in cold sweat from fear.

"Are you planning a coup against the government?" asked Arryn, squinting his eyes as he stared intently at the man before him.

"N-No. I'm not the one planning the coup," Arslan replied.

It was clear from Arryn's eyes that Arslan's face turned pale white, his hands trembling in fear that Arryn would swing the sword and cut off his head easily at any moment.

From behind Arryn's back, three soldiers in thick armor were seen running fast with both hands tightly grasping long swords. Their faces covered by a protective helmet, they sped confidently as if they could knock Arryn down.

Arryn pointed his sword at the
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Arryn already suspected that the rebellion would be unstoppable. What would he do? Which noble will Arryn choose to support? Follow my story and don't forget to vote, review, and share with your friends. Thank you and happy reading

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