Margaery destroyed the intellect of the young men around her like that. She turned them into puppets who lived in fear, fully controlled by her.

Moto could stay by Margaery’s side for so long because he had a great superpower.

“I am the one who killed my brother…” Moto choked with sobs before me. He wailed in tears with everything buried at the bottom of his heart, “My brother didn’t want to see anyone else die, and he didn’t want to stay next to the old lady. That’s why he preferred dying…”

I looked at Moto with a heavy heart. I recalled the day when Margaery had wanted me. Moto had wanted to die too. A more accurate way of saying it was that he...