3 Fear the Old Blood

"My twin brother has his sword and my imp of a brother on the other hand, has his mind... but I have my sword and my looks, yet I don't lack a mind, so don't take me for a fool. I know that Seven Kingdoms is far too in debt... indebted to House Lannister of Westeros, Elector Count House Gausser and Iron Bank of Braavos... so why should Empire lend you money?"

- Cersei Lannister Holswig-Schliestein speaking to a delegation of Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Anor Londo, Year 297 AC of Westeros Calendar / Year 10,297 Age of Old Blood of Lordranese Calendar

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Codex: Introduction to the Nobility of the Empire

In the modern Empire, there are four Ranks of Nobility that one could achieve.

As The Empire was a system based on Meritocratic Principles, among others, it was possible even for commoners to be elevated to the Nobility as long as they fulfilled the requirements; originally, even some of the Great Houses of the Empire stemmed from commoners.

From the lowest to highest, the Noble Ranks were: Grand Paladin, Baron, Viceroy, Elector Count and High Lord Magistrate.

Grand Paladins, Barons and Viceroys were collectively termed as Lesser Houses, while the Elector Counts and High Lord Magistrates were termed Greater Houses of The Empire.

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"Your Majesty!"

Suddenly, as we were talking, I saw one of the Reiksgarde Knights burst into the room. I frowned deeply because something was wrong, and Cersei was very annoyed that someone had destroyed our pleasant bonding atmosphere.

"What has happened?"

I asked the stressed Reiksgarde Knight.

"Message from Father Galahad... he sensed Daemonic Aura in the lair of the witch and... it belongs to the Daemon Lord."

When I heard that, I almost froze at one place, while Cersei didn't know what was happening as everyone around her was looking grim, and she knew that it was related to her.

She was only 14 years old, and while she was taught to appear always strong, this time, she knew that it was too much on her as everyone spoke with the Common Tongue used in Westeros and Essoss.

I went to her, hugging her soft and delicate body, while patting her long blonde hair as she started calming down in my embrace. Standing like that, I was enjoying it too...

In truth, I would want this moment to last a little longer. When I remembered the character of Cersei Lannister in the canon of ASOIAF and compared it to reality, it made me wonder what the reason for her change was...

Certainly, the marriage with Robert Baratheon wasn't the best thing that happened in her life and probably only strengthened all negative aspects of her personality and characteristics.

"Hey, don't worry... it would be okey, just remain here with Reiksgarde and watch how I banish the big bad daemon."

I said with a laugh, with her head resting on my chest.

While she didn't know what exactly was happening, I knew that she suspected that it was connected to Maggy the Frog and that something had gone wrong. Otherwise, nobody would be in such a hurry.

"Be safe... your Majesty."

She said with a whisper before I felt her lips on mine as she leaned over and kissed me; in a moment after I overcame the shock, I kissed her back with even more passion as our tongues interviewed together.

"Call in Ornstein and guard her... it is possible that the Daemon Lord is coming for her."

I ordered while saying the last part of the sentence in Ancient Lordranese.

Ornstein was someone who achieved Hunter level in terms of Old Blood Level, but only a few years ago, he would be no match against the Daemon Lord. So, I needed to go personally because while I was also Level 6 Golden Blood of the Old Blood, I was only one step away from Level 7.

Not to mention, I was personally taught by Gehrman the First Hunter, a sole Level 7 Old Blood being in The Empire and the most powerful warrior in the Empire.

***

3rd POV

"Lord Tywin, please, for a moment..."

Karl Franz stated when he left the solar after ordering the Reiksgarde to guard Cersei because he had a suspicion that the Daemon Lord was coming for her.

She was, in the end, the person who was "Blessed" by Fate.

Such people were rare, but they existed and with Sha Naqba Imuru, I could see them clearly as day because those without Insight would never see that.

If the world was a book, a story, then everyone would be a Character, and some people are unimportant side characters, some are more important, but their influence on the "story" is not very big, and some are Protagonists or Main Characters destined to great things.

The people who are "Blessed by Fate" are those who are destined to play a significant part in the story. They are the people who have an enormous influence on the world and how things will play, deciding the fates of millions.

Such people are invaluable for the Daemons because Daemons could get tremendously stronger by devouring the souls of such people. That was because of the power of Fate or whatever... the Scholars of Bryngenwerth were far more knowledgeable about that aspect.

Now everything made perfect sense...

"Something happened, Your Majesty?"

He asked, noticing that something was not right. He saw that the foreign Emperor was in full armor, and his personal Guard and Holy Knights were all concentrating in the Lannisport Castle.

Something was definitely not right.

"Yes... there were complications with the capture of Maggy the Frog."

Karl Franz said with a serious voice as the old lion frowned deeply; he didn't doubt the competency of his own soldiers because he personally trained the Red Guards or the strength of Imperial ones when he saw them.

"What complications?"

Indeed, something must have indeed happened.

"When Father Galahad went to apprehend the witch... he noticed that her lair has an aura of Daemon, more precisely Daemon Lord."

Usually, Tywin would laugh at that, but seeing that Emperor Karl Franz was very serious about the matter, he listened.

"Daemon Lords have no problem with wiping our entire cities and annihilating entire Regiments of Silver Knights and decimating Legions of Imperial Guard and... unfortunately, right now, there is nobody here who would fight such being aside from me..."

Tywin maintained his composure, but at the same time, he was already very nervous inside because seeing the Emperor so serious about it made him believe it to be true. Not to mention, he even told him that he would be going to fight the creature on his own.

"What do you need me to do?"

He was a decisive man who knew what to do in all situations and right now, the best one would be to cooperate with the Emperor.

"Evacuate the area of Lannisport where is the lair of the witch... then go to Ornstein and remain with him; if the situation turns to worse, he will take you out of the city."

Karl Franz said as the Lord of Westerlands nodded his head in acknowledgment and went to do as the Emperor said. Meanwhile, the Emperor of the Empire looked at the distance because even he himself was a bit nervous about his encounter with the Daemon Lord.

Daemon Lords were one of the most powerful Daemons in the Abyss; each of them ruled the entire Floor of the Abyss and was an extremely ruthless character. Contrary to the Beasts, they were far more cunning and dangerous because they didn't just act on their instincts.

"Still, under the Golden Light of Destruction, he will still fall."

Karl Franz stated as he summoned his personal weapon of choice.

It was a crimson-golden lance with runic inscriptions upon the blade as it shined with crimson-golden color.

Covenant - The Golden Spear of Destiny, the Longinuslanze Testament.

The Holy Relic of the Healing Church, the mythical lance that pierced the heart of Lord Gwyn himself, the so-called Lance of Longinus, is truly a peerless Holy Relic unlike any other. A mythical weapon dating back to the ancient era, forged by the first blacksmith, Tubalcain himself.

Lord Gwyn, Lord of Sunlight and Cinder, was a mighty warrior and the greatest of lords. He was known as the Lord of Sunlight and headed the efforts to end the Age of Ancients, founder of Anor Londo, the City of Gods and the first person to transcend the mortality to become a Great One.

He ended the Age of Ancients by sacrificing himself to spark the First Flame, which began a new Age of the Lordran, the Age of Fire, which then ended the foundations of the Ancient Tombs underneath the Yharnam, ushering the Age of Strife.

Karl Franz looked at the Longinuslanze Testament fondly as he gripped the lance in his right hand.

A weapon of such caliber shall be wielded by an equally great existence. As such, no mere mortal can hope even to lay a hand on the spear lest they invoke a divine punishment unto themselves.

Only the best of the overlord, with the greatest dominance, the soul of a conqueror, and the dignity of a king, may hold the authority to lord over this Holy Lance. Otherwise, the Holy Lance would kill the person who attempted to touch it.

"We are born of the Blood, made men by the Blood, undone by the Blood. Our eyes are yet to open. Fear the Old Blood."

He recited the sacred text of the Healing Church as he went to the battle against the Daemon Lord.

The Chosen One of the Great Ones, Holy Royarch of the Lord of Sunlight and Cider.

***

MC POV

Lannisport, around the lair of Maggy the Frog

They quickly managed to evacuate the entire district of the Lannisport; thankfully, Lord Tywin's ruthless reputation helped immensely in this aspect as the place was emptied rapidly.

One of the reasons was to have fewer civilian casualties, but there was also a deeper meaning to everything... I didn't want the Daemon Prince to start recuperating during the fight by eating the souls of mortals.

That would be indeed very bad.

"We are born of the Blood, made men by the Blood, undone by the Blood. Our eyes are yet to open. Fear the Old Blood."

I stood in front of the witch's lair, while everywhere around me, Scholars of Byrgenwerth from Eight Imperial Magic Colleges and even the Priests of the Healing Church were setting up barriers to prevent the Daemon Lord from escaping.

"Because the Old Blood shows us the way, in the Blood is the truth and power."

While continuing reciting the chants of the Holy Texts, I started feeling the evil and foul aura of the Abyss, as in a split moment, the house exploded into flames. It seemed that the Daemon Lord couldn't bear it and decided to act already.

"Let the blessings of the Formless God of Blood show me the path forward. Unhindered by disease, plagues, or my own mortality and fear, I am the mortal instrument of his will on the material plane."

Soon enough, I saw the Daemon Lord that descended on the material plane from the Abyss.

It was Daemon Lord Demogorgon, referred to as the Imprisoned One by some. It was a powerful Daemon Lord of domination and draining energy, an embodiment of madness and destruction that sought to drag down all into the infinite depths of the Abyss.

Demogorgon lived on the 88th Layer of the Abyss, known as the Gaping Maw. This was a layer consisting of a great sea of briny water broken by tall, sharp, ugly, rocky promontories.

He towered a full 5.5 meters in height, his body at once sinuous like that of a snake and powerful like that of a great ape. Two baleful baboon heads, with blue and red faces similar to those of mandrills, leered from atop his lumbering shoulders, from which two long tentacles writhed.

His lower torso was saurian, like some great reptile with blue-green, scaly skin with an immense forked tail.

Yet what was weird about this entire situation was the fact that Daemongorgon had the reputation of Daemon Lord who preferred to avoid direct conflict, instead using Magic to help his servants.

'It seems that he reached the peak of his realm and wants to become Daemon Prince, so the soul of "Blessed by Fate" would certainly serve as his trump card.'

When a Daemon Lord wanted to become a Daemon Prince, from what I heard, they needed to be recognized by the Will of the Abyss by conquering several layers of the Abyss and obtaining the allegiance of multiple Daemon Lords.

Everything falls perfectly together.

Maggy the Frog was a worshipper of some Daemon Cult, most probably a servant of the Daemon Lord Demogorgon, who was tasked with searching for people that were "Blessed by Fate" and if she found such person, she would cast a Blood Curse on such person.

That would mark the person's soul as a target for the Daemon Lord Demogorgon, who would then reap the soul when the time was right.

It seemed that Daemon Lord Demogorgon paid a great price to descend onto the material plane and wanted to obtain the soul at any cost, which would make the fight even harder than initially anticipated because he would be going all out.

"But this is also a good thing..."

I said as I felt a white flower appear in my right hand... it was the white flower of the Hunters that protected every Hunter of the Workshop.

"The Hunt has begun."

***

3rd POV

The Old Blood was boiling inside the Emperor's body because it had been a long time since he fought against such an opponent. Normally, when an entity on Level 6 appeared within the territory of the Empire, Hunters would take care of it very swiftly.

Such was the disadvantage of being tied to the Divine Throne of Sunlight and Cider. Finally, now he could taste some Blood and it was a very refreshing thing to do so.

Karl-Franz gripped his lance, the Longinuslanze Testament and disappeared from the position as he appeared in front of the Daemon Lord Demogorgon and slashed at the Demogorgon, with the Longinuslanze Testament shining with golden sunlight.

Despite his enormous build, the Daemon Lord Demogorgon was pretty agile, as he managed to dodge the incoming Longinuslanze Testament, swiftly forcing Karl Franz to attack once more.

One of the strong abilities of the Daemon Lord Demogorgon was its ability to inflict its enemies with diseases and plagues, using them as its most effective weaponry in a single combat.

Unfortunately, against the Emperor of the Empire, it was futile because he was of the Old Blood and thus, he was protected from diseases and plagues. As the Demogorgon slashed at Karl Franz with his tail, aiming at his head, he dodged swiftly by jumping backward.

In a split of a second, the Longinuslanze Testament shined with the golden light as he mobilized Arcane Energy inside his body and struck at the Daemon Lord Demogorgon with full force.

Daemon Lord Demongorgon shrieked with pain because the golden light produced by the Holy Relic of the Healing Church as its very own existence was antithetical to that of the Abyss.

Per se, Arcane Energy wasn't Magic, but it was something different and something far greater only available to those of the Old Blood who reached high levels of the Old Blood.

Karl Franz knew that the Daemon Lord Demogorgon was highly resistant to any kind of Magic-based attack, so he chose to attack purely with the Longinuslanze Testament.

While the Daemon Lord Demogorgon was distracted from the pain inflicted on him, Karl Franz disappeared from his original position, appearing behind the Daemon Lord Demogorgon and piercing through his stomach with the Longinuslanze Testament.

In a split second, he was hit by the full force on his stomach by the Daemon Lord's tail, sending him crashing through several buildings of the Lannisport. Yet, at the same time, he achieved far more as he stood up and coughed some blood, seeing the golden lines across the body of his opponent.

"Mortal!!"

One of the Daemon Lord's heads screamed at him with rage and anger.

Each of Demogorgon's heads had its own name and personality, a duality that created an enduring internal conflict in his personality while shaping all his actions and even his realm.

His left head was named Aameul, while the right was named Hethradiah. The two heads warred with each other, constantly seeking to obtain the upper hand on each other.

"We should kill the mortal as soon as possible."

Stated the left head Aameul.

Aameul, the more charismatic and calculating, relished deception and wished to break free from the other half. The more impulsive and feral Hethradiah relished destruction and did not wish to be separated.

This was something that Karl Franz planned to exploit because due to the fact that both of the heads were in control of the body and they were occasionally bickering with each other, which gave tons of opportunities to strike.

Just as now, he gripped the Longinuslanze Testament and rushed at the Demon Lord Demogorgon, dodging his sharp claws, dring behind him and slashing at his tail, severing it from the rest of the body.

Daemon Lord's tail was one of its strongest weapons, not to mention it was protecting him from attacking behind him and could be used as a trump card or surprise attack in case of need.

Karl Franz was a very experienced Hunter; he was taught personally by the Gehrman the First Hunter and was one of two students that the old madman took under his wings.

Even though, in the past decades, he didn't get the opportunity to fight against some worthy opponents, he was still in top condition. He often sparred with the members of the Hunter Order and even against Lady Maria Vileblood.

Now, truth to be told, he was greatly enjoying the fight against the Daemon Lord Demogorgon. Even though the Daemon Lord Demongorgon was pretty powerful, he was still weaker than Karl Franz by the whole hunch.

The main reason was the fact that Daemon Lords were most powerful when they were in the Abyss, especially when they were in the Layer, which they ruled and had the support of the entire Abyssal Layer to their fight.

In that case, they were extremely powerful and very hard to defeat, which on the contrary, made this entire situation even more bugging because Karl Franz didn't really comprehend why the Daemon Lord Demogorgon would risk everything by descending into the Material Plane.

Using the Longinuslanze Testament, he rushed at the Daemon Lord Demogorgon once again, charging straight away at him, digging his poisonous claws and jumping in the air while simultaneously slashing at the right arm of the Daemon Lord Demogorgon.

The creature shrieked in enormous pain as the Holy Relic pierced through a large part of his right shoulder. Technically speaking, if Karl Franz was pretty lucky, he would be able to kill the Daemon Lord Demogorgon with relative ease.

On that point, he also suspected why the Daemon Lord Demogorgon, who was ranked as one of the most cunning ones, was doing something as dangerous as this... for the past years, the reports were going that there were increased activities of the Daemons in the Imperial Territory.

According to the Elector House Marian that specialized in Daemon Hunting, something big was happening in the Abyss, and apparently, some of the Daemon Princes were waging war on each other and assimilating some weaker Daemon Lords and their Layers into their influence for the final clash.

"It seems that your end has been found on the insignificant mortal world... Oh'h, Great Daemon Lord..."

Karl Franz mocked the Daemon Lord Demogorgon because even though the Daemon Lord Demogorgon was considered as one of the smarter ones, he was nevertheless a Daemon Lord, so his pride was astronomical.

It was something that couldn't be challenged at any costs, so almost instantaneously, the Daemon Lord was enraged; even though part of its mind was telling it that it fell into the trap, it ignored everything as Demogorgon rushed at the Emperor of the Empire with a full speed.

The Holy Energy was penetrating the Daemon Lord's very own existence due to being struck several times by the Longinuslanze Testament, which was the Holy Relic of the Healing Church and the entire Religion of the Great Ones.

Seeing the Daemon Lord Demogorgon charging straight at him, he grinned and charged at the Daemon Lord, heading directly towards him, as he struck with the Longinuslanze Testament to the ground, and a golden barrier suddenly erupted from the ground.

This barrier of the golden particles immediately started expanding more and more until it enveloped the entire area around him, inflicting a great deal of pain, injuries and other unsavory effects on the Daemon Lord.

"Let the Great Ones descend from the depths of the Cosmos to judge the enemy of the Old Blood!"

After mastering the Old Blood to a greater degree and attaining Level 5 Old Blood, also titled Blue Blood, one would awaken a unique ability of his Bloodline. For Karl Franz, the ability he awakened was rather peculiar.

It represented his position as the Imperator of the Holy Arcadia Empire, Royarch of Lordran and Chosen One of the Great Ones.

The Golden Light of Holy Destruction, the Ultimate Judgment done by the Great Ones on the Heretics and Enemies of their very own existence. Nothing could survive the judgment of the Great Ones, nothing could escape it, and the only Fate was death.

As long as it was decreed that something presented a grave threat to the continual existence of the Empire, Imperial House, Healing Church and a few other things on the list, Karl Franz was able to use the Divine Judgement of the Golden Light of Holy Destruction.

Just like now, it was happening as he was chanting the chant.

"For the Daemon Lord Demogorgon has defiled the Old Blood and rose against the Great Ones, spilling the Golden Blood of the Empire."

Karl Franz chanted as golden blood dripped from various parts of his body, but at the same time, it was also regenerating because his healing factor was truly frightening to see.

The Daemon Lord Demogorgon realized that it had fallen into the trap and the first thing it did, was that two heads started bickering with each other.

"This is your fault!"

Shouted one of the heads at another one in annoyance and frustration and a right deal of anger and hatred.

"No, you bastard, it's your!! It's your responsibility to scheme and analyzes opponents."

While they were bickering, the Golden Barrier enveloping them became complete and wholly locked them in.

"And with this, I deem, in my name of Karl Franz I. Holswig-Schliestein von Reikland de Anor, Holy Imperator of The Empire, Royarch of the Lordran, High Lord Magistrate of City of Gods Anor Londo and Lord of the Divine Throne of Sunlight and Cinder, The Chosen One of the Great Ones and the Formless God of Blood that the Daemon Lord Demogorgon to be Judged in their name and power."

Instantly the Golden Light started cracking like lighting, attracting the attention of every single person in the Lannisport to the event, as it created a translucent figure of being with six pairs of wings in the air holding a spear reminiscent of that of Longinuszlance Testament.

"Let the Holy Judgement of Great Ones descend."

With the final words staid, the Golden Light Figure of Archangel raised its spear and threw it at the Daemon Lord Demogorgon, skewering the head of the Daemon Lord in one hit, killing the Daemon Lord faster than lighting.

'This would be probably the best opportunity to start spreading our faith in Westeros... more people worshipping the Great Ones is never the bad thing.'

Karl Franz thought as he saw the Golden Light barrier dispersing into countless parts, creating a spectacular show for the people who were watching while he was observing the corpse of the Daemon Lord.

What had happened today was by one word... miracle... or fluke of luck.

Or probably a combination of both of them.

He knew that he would have a lot of luck if not for the situation in the Abyss, which, according to Elector Count of House Cross, Marial Cross, was pretty severe; the Daemon Lord Demogorgon would have never descended down with his true body.

And if not for the right circumstances, enticement of a special soul, and slight provocations and his own experiences, he would have never managed to kill the creature.

Under any other circumstances, this would be a much harder fight; the Daemon Lord was clearly significantly weakened from not being in the Abyss. Yet, Karl Franz noticed that it was also weakened from not being summoned to the material plane correctly.

"Your Majesty!!"

Karl Franz turned around as he saw there a High Scholar Jinfarah from the Byrgenwerth marching to him with lightning speed, outrunning countless knights despite his old body and skeleton-like appearance.

"Please, Your Majesty, allow me to study this specimen right now... I am willing to pay any price, even all of my Merit Credits."

He said with a fanatical look on his face as he looked at the corpse of the Daemon Lord Demogorgon. It seemed that trip of Karl Franz to Westeros would be cut short because he would need to return back to the Empire with the corpse.

There was a need for someone as strong as him to transport to the corpse to prevent any mishaps personally.

"Congratulations on your victory, Your Majesty."

Karl Franz heard the voice of Tywin Lannister shortly afterward and noticed that right now, the old lord of the Casterly Rock was looking at him with a good amount of fear...

Actually, the Hand of the King was observing the fight between them from the start, and he witnessed the destructive prowess of the Daemon Lord Demogorgon and Karl Franz, their capabilities and abilities that were out of this world, and many other things.

"Thank you, Lord Tywin... but it seems that I will need to return back home. With the Daemon Lord being killed here, we need to transport his corpse back to the Faust as soon as possible and I need to oversee the transportation personally."

Normally, he could entrust it to Ornstein, but Karl Franz felt that he needed to oversee it personally.

"I, of course, understand, but before you leave, would you be amiable to private discussion after you take a rest?"

The Emperor nodded his head as several Priests from the Healing Church together with Wizards from Byrgenwerth, started securing the area of fight, cleaning it from the daemonic corruption and sealing the corpse of Daemon Lord.

***

Three Hours Later

"I trust that with the Daemon Lord dead, the state of my daughter should be resolved, right?"

Tywin Lannister asked the Emperor of the Empire when both of them were sitting in the private chambers of the Lannisport's castle.

"Yes... but because the Blood Curse was lingering on the soul for a long time, it also affected her mind, and soul corrosion is not fully healed; she would need to recover for some time... most preferably in the Healing Church."

Karl Franz stated nonchalantly, because right now, as the Daemon Lord Demogrogn was dead, the Blood Curse was automatically null, but the side effects still remained, and they needed to be cured.

"Your Majesty, do you agree to my proposal? As a dowry, I am willing to offer you exclusive contracts on the Dimeritium, Lacrimas, and other precious minerals and ores that are mined from our mines..."

Tywin Lannister stated calmly as Karl Franz cursed Jinfarah and his stupid mouth that he always said more than needed. Dammed, old man, while it didn't present any complications, but right now, the offer was pretty much enticing.

Originally, Karl Franz thought that Westeros wouldn't have anything that would take his interest, but apparently, he was very wrong. Lacrimas were essential in countless Magical aspects, experiments done by the Colleges of Magic or Imperial College of Engineers...

Dimeritium was one of the rarest metals across the Lordran, famed for its anti-magic properties, so it was very rare. Even though there were several large veins that were discovered across the Lordran, there was never enough of the Dimeritium.

And same could be said about Lacrimas.

"I am not opposed to it... but I have my own condition; as you have seen, your House would benefit much more from it than the Empire in the short term and for the long term... we will see..."

Karl Franz said as the old lion's expression didn't change a bit as he was deeply aware of the truth. On the other hand, it was pleasant to negotiate with someone so straightforwardly, but from what he knew, the Emperor was a few centuries old and he liked being straightforward with people.

"First thing... the wedding will take place in four years in the Grand Cathedral of Yharnam and Cersei must convert to the Faith of Great Ones; this is non-negotiable because nobody in The Empire will accept an Empress with a different faith and also it is a matter of lifespan."

Tywin Lannister readily accepted the first conditions because he as many today, saw that Gods maybe really existed... what he saw today was indeed like a scene cut out from the fairy tales.

"If I may ask... why in the four years?"

The Lord of the Westerlands didn't like this a bit because he wanted to have a solid connection with The Empire and his daughter was already in marriageable age... Bethrotals could be broken and that was something that the old lion of Casterly Rock didn't really appreciate.

"Simple... if we take out of question the fact that we still need to get to know each other better, she needs to receive a basic education in politics, ruling, and economics and needs to be trained in combat. Otherwise, she will appear weak, and at the Imperial Court, every bit of weakness will be used against her."

Karl Franz explained patiently as he played the cards right because he knew that for the Lords of Westeros, women being warriors and rulers was something unthinkable.

But even though Tywin Lannister may not like this, there was another thing that he didn't like even more...

If his House and Lineage were viewed as weak.

In the past, during the era when his father Tytos Lannister, was Lord of the House Lannister, it was like that. He was called Laughing Lion or Toothless Lion due to his personality and character, and while he was a jovial and amiable man... on the other hand...

However, he was also weak-willed, eager to please, slow to anger, quick to forgive, and too trusting by half. He saw the good in everyone, great and small, but this trust blinded him to threats to House Lannister.

That was something that greatly paid off to the House Lannister as everyone took advantage of his father; the House was on the verge of collapse, undeveloped, in debt, and catastrophic state.

It was he who made the name Lannister feared and respected one more and if there was one thing that he hated the most in this world, then it was being viewed as weak.

"Second thing, I want exclusive buying rights to some strategic resources that may or may not be found within your mines. Third thing, I want your help in propagating the interests of the Empire at Westeros or at Essos."

Neither of the conditions was something outrageous or something that was putting him in a disadvantageous position.

"Fourth thing, I want to spread Religion of the Great Ones in the Westerlands, build a Church that would be protected by a small contingent of Knights and Priests..."

Tywin Lannister accepted all of the conditions because, in the end, he was still winning in the end, or at least so he thought. In truth, Karl Franz was more satisfied with this deal because the illusion of power indeed worked well.