(Male protagonist's perspective)
He started ordering me to greet him, but I pretended not to hear him.
"I'm talking to you, you country bumpkin!"
"What's this unbearable brat doing here?" I asked, taking a deep breath and bowing slightly.
"Welcome, Your Highness, what brings you here?"
He spoke from behind Sandor Clegane.
"Is this beast yours?"
"I don't actually own it, but it obeys me and lets me ride it. To avoid any argument, we can say I own it."
He started nodding like a complete fool. He turned around and began pointing at me.
"They say you have amazing abilities. Show me."
It felt so good to slap that face. I want to do that once too. I turn my back to them and make him pull out a number, while my head is turned to the other side.
When he asked me, you could see the confusion on his face.
"How did you do that?"
I pointed to a Crow perched on a branch and said.
"I can see things through its eyes."
When he found out, he pretended to be nonchalant and said, "What kind of weak magic is this?"
"What kind of weak magic is this? Does this mean our core scholar is also a Warg, and he can only make dogs walk on two legs?"
He laughed irritatingly as he began to demand confirmation from the Hound how funny his joke was. The Hound chuckled angrily for a few milliseconds before resuming his reserved demeanor. Just then, nearly twenty Lannister soldiers arrived. The knight at the head of the procession spoke...
"Your Highness, you should not leave the Citadel without proper guards."
After speaking to the knight in an annoyed tone, Joffrey turned to me and said...
"I like this beast, I want it. A country bumpkin like you shouldn't ride such a beast."
I released a little magic and spoke in a gentle, calm voice.
"My prince, if you call me a country bumpkin knight again, I will have no choice but to challenge you to uphold my knightly honor."
The Lannister knight drew his sword and began to walk toward me, speaking in an angry tone.
"Who do you think you're threatening, you degenerate the North dog!"
In that instant, I drew my sword swiftly, and apart from the Hound, no one knew what had happened. Red Rain sliced through the knight's arm like butter, and even he couldn't comprehend that his arm had been cut off until it fell to the ground.
Ah!!!
I immediately lowered my guard and began to retreat, and all the remaining soldiers surrounded me. Sith stood up and began to roar. The Hound quickly protected Joffrey, Joffrey turned pale with fright.
"I don't know if this is a Southern tradition, but to insult a knight like this and expect to go unpunished. I don't want to fight you, but if you force me, I will slaughter every member of House Lannister. Is the right of the guest meaningless in the South?!"
I said, pointing to the knight writhing in pain.
"He insulted me and paid the price. Do you want to bleed again?"
I kept an eye on the Hound's position out of the corner of my eye. Killing those twenty soldiers was child's play for me. None of them had spears; they would have to fight in close combat. The only one who made me nervous was the Hound, with 13.5 strength and 12.3 speed. After I was enhanced, the speed difference between us wasn't significant, but the strength difference was huge. My strength was only 10, while his was 13.5.
( Sandor Clegane's perspective)
The boy's movements were swift and precise. To be honest, I thought he was just a kettle, only good for blowing steam, but I was so wrong. He possessed the talent of an assassin. I turned around, looking at this little bastard I had to protect, and my only feeling was disgust.
The only thing missing was the puddle of urine beneath him. How could Lord Tywin have such a diaper-wetting grandson? He doesn't look like a king at all. He wasn't called the Demon of the Trident for no reason; he looks like even a lion could give birth to kittens.
I really wanted to fight the kid, but that giant cat made me very uncomfortable. If half the stories I'd heard about it were true, it was a deadly weapon, and I didn't want anything to happen to the little brat. I turned to the soldiers and said.
"Put your swords back where they belong and step back, lest you lose your hands and feet. That idiot insulted the knight; he deserved it."
"We won't obey your orders, the Hound!"
Although I've grown accustomed to this disrespect from other knights, it doesn't mean I'll accept the disrespect of these nobody. Ever since my brother, the Mountain, was knighted, I've loathed the hypocrisy of knights, which is why I will never recite the knightly oath.
I stepped forward and elbowed the knight who had spoken to me, breaking his nose and sending him sprawling to the ground. Joffrey, realizing that Ser Drasil wouldn't harm him, resumed his act of fearlessness.
" Ser Drasil, if you bow down and beg for mercy, I won't let my soldiers tear you to pieces."
"I am sorry, Your Highness, but I have done nothing that requires an apology. I defended my honor against an impudent knight. If this knight has a grudge against me, he should seek justice from the lord and the king."
"Is this idiot blind? If he wants to kill you, even if he means no harm, we can't stop him. We don't have the manpower to subdue his beast, but I can definitely take him down." A knight charged at the beast, and I couldn't believe my eyes. The sword couldn't pierce its hide; it only provoked it.
The beast opened its massive jaws, bit off the man's head, and then tore off the rest, devouring it like a carved turkey. At that moment, everyone except Joffrey lost their will to fight. All I saw in his eyes was astonishment. He was thoroughly enjoying the scene.
This perverted bastard is so fascinated by the sight of a man being eaten by a wild beast. He was just wetting himself because he thought he was in danger, but now he knows no one will hurt him; he's mesmerized by the scene before him.