CHAPTER 128
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CHAPTER 128
289 AC
POV MC
He started ordering me to come greet him and I acted like I didn't hear him.
"I am talking to you, peasant!"
Why is this insufferable brat here? After taking a deep breath, I bowed halfway and said,
"Welcome, my prince; what can I do for you?"
While hiding behind Sandor Clegane, he said,
"Do you own this beast?"
"I do not own it per se, but she listens to what I say and lets me mount her. For argument's sake, we could say I own her."
He started nodding his head while looking like a complete twat. He turned towards me and started to give me the once-over.
"They say you have magical abilities. Show it to me."
It would feel so good to smack that face. I would love to do it just once. I turned my back on them and told him to hold out a number while my head was facing the other way.
You could see the fascination on his face when he asked,
"How are you doing that?"
I pointed at a raven that was perching on a branch and said,
"I can see things through its eyes."
When he learned that, he started to act like he was not impressed and said,
"What kind of weak magic is that? Does that means our kernel master is a warg too, and he can make the dogs walk only on two-feet."
While laughing very annoyingly, he started to ask for confirmation of how funny his joke was from The Hound. The Hound smiled annoyedly for a millisecond and returned to his stoic face. At this moment, close to 20 Lannister soldiers came. The knight at the front said.
"My prince, you shouldn't leave the castle without a proper escort."
After speaking to the knight in an annoyed tone, Joffrey turned to me and then said,
"I liked this beast, and I want it; a peasant like yourself shouldn't mount such a beast."
I released a little bit of mana and said in a stoic and flat voice.
"My prince, if you call me a peasant one more time as a knight, I have no choice but to challenge you to protect my knightly honor."
The Lannister knight pulled his sword, started walking up to me, and said in an angry tone,
"Whom do you think you're threatening, you degenerate Northern dog!"
At that moment, I drew my sword so fast that no one except The Hound knew what was happening. Red Rain cut the knight's arm like butter, and even he couldn't comprehend that his arm was cut until it fell to the ground.
"AHHHH!!"
I immediately took my guard and began to retreat, and all the remaining soldiers began to surround me. Sith got up and started growling with a guttural sound. The Hound was busy protecting Joffrey, who was pale with fear.
"I do not know if this is a Southern tradition to insult a knight like that and expect not to be punished. I do not want to fight with you all, but if you force me, I will kill all of you Lannister men. Does the guest right mean nothing in the South!"
I pointed at the knight, that was squirming in pain and said,
"He insulted me and paid the price. Do we have to spill more blood?"
I was constantly following The Hound's location from the corner of my eye. Killing these twenty soldiers was child's play for me. None of them had spears. They would have to engage in close combat to engage. The only one that made me nervous was The Hound, with 13.5 str and 12.3 spd. When I was buffed, there wasn't much difference between us in terms of speed, but there was a huge difference in strength. My str was only 11 against his 13.5.
POV SANDOR "THE HOUND" CLEGANE
The strike of this boy was fast and beautiful. In all honesty, I thought this boy was just a hot kettle, and I thought all he could do was blow hot air, but I was gravely mistaken. He had the talent of a killer. I turned and looked at the little piece of shit I had to protect, and the only thing I could feel was disgust.
The only thing missing was the piss puddle under him. How could Lord Tywin have such a piss-ant grandkid, and he looks nothing like the King. He is not called the Demon of The Trident for no reason, and it looks like even a lion could sire a pussycat.
I would like to fight the boy, but that giant cat was making me uncomfortable. If half the stories I heard about it were true, it was a deadly weapon, and I don't want anything to happen to this piss-ant. I turned to the soldiers and said,
"You guys put those swords back in their place and step back before losing some of your limbs. That idiot insulted a knight and got what he deserved."
"We do not take orders from you, Hound!"
Even though I'm used to this kind of disrespect from other knights, it doesn't mean I will accept it from nobodies like these. I hated the hypocrisy of knighthood ever since a creature like my brother, The Mountain, was knighted, and this is why I will never take the knight's oath.
I stepped up and placed my elbow on the face of the knight who had said those words to me, and he fell to the ground with his nose broken. Joffrey, realizing that Ser Drasil would not harm him, again began to act as if he was fearless.
"Ser Drasil, if you bow before me and beg forgiveness, I will prevent my soldiers from tearing you to pieces."
"I am sorry, my prince, but I did not do anything that warrants an apology. I defended my honor against a disrespecting knight. If this knight has a problem with me, he should seek justice from the Lords and the King."
Does this idiot not have eyes? If he wants to kill you, I am not sure we can prevent it, even if he has no malicious intent. We do not have the manpower to overpower his beast, but I can definitely take him out. One of the knights charged at the beast, and I couldn't believe what I saw. The sword couldn't penetrate its fur and only annoyed the beast.
The beast opened its giant maw, bit the man's head off, then ripped the rest open and munched on it like a carved turkey. At that moment, everyone other than Joffrey lost their will to fight. All I could see in his eyes was wonder. He enjoyed the scene.
This sick bastard was fascinated by seeing a man getting eaten by a beast. He was pissing himself a moment ago because he thought he was in danger, and now he knew nobody was going to hurt him; he was getting off by what he saw.