Roman's sudden arrival instantly ignited the atmosphere, and everyone wanted to see what this legendary Roman looked like.
But then everyone was a bit disappointed.
"Just horns on his head? Doesn't look like a big deal."
"Not a big deal? Are you sure he isn't cursed?"
"Can a cursed person still have such a handsome appearance? If that's true, I want to be cursed too!"
"Let's disperse, it seems like another rumor made up by those Minstrels to scam money; these horns are likely just decorations."
Roman ignored the gossip and sat directly beside Myrcella.
Cersei could only watch helplessly as Roman and Sansa sat beside her children; she had no choice but to rage in impotent fury.
Cersei kept signaling with her eyes to Joffrey's sworn shield, "The Hound" Sandor Clegane, wanting him to separate Myrcella and Roman.
But The Hound pretended not to see; he wouldn't be stupid enough to offend Robert, and besides, he sensed a dangerous aura from Roman.
This freak with a tail and black horns made The Hound feel oppressed and suffocated; he didn't understand how these young girls could be perfectly fine.
At this time, the tournament hadn't started yet; Roman distributed perfume to the surrounding girls and ladies, while also bringing out prepared ice to offer to Robert and the nobles.
A small gift gradually eased the atmosphere among the nobles, and also earned unanimous praise from the surrounding commoners.
Roman brought Fili along to Myrcella's side, and the two of them braided Myrcella's hair together.
Such behavior naturally made the surrounding male nobles feel disdain; Roman was just as the rumors said, maverick and acting strangely.
But Myrcella enjoyed it very much; under Fili's exquisite craftsmanship, she became cute and charming.
The princess looked at the Fili before her, and she suddenly had an urge to rely on her.
Tommen was too young, and Joffrey grew in age but not in brains; she, the younger sister, was sometimes even more mature.
Myrcella looked at Fili; this elder sister had soft, straight golden hair tied into multiple braids, and her quiet, lovely face was even more lethal than the princess's, not to mention Fili's proud figure, full, slender, and incredibly hot.
For a moment, the princess felt that her mother seemed a bit mediocre in front of Fili.
However, before Myrcella could think for long, the tournament began.
Riders charged and dueled on the field one by one, lances shattered in their hands, the losers were ruthlessly knocked off their horses, while the winners enjoyed the cheers of the entire crowd.
Time passed quickly; on the chaotic field, The Mountain faced Hugh.
The same plot, the same result; The Mountain deliberately raised his lance and killed the young knight with one strike.
This change shocked the entire crowd; the noble ladies screamed one after another, covering their mouths and eyes.
Roman turned his head to look at Myrcella; this little princess was also seeing such a brutal death for the first time, and her face turned pale.
But Myrcella still kept her composure, just turning her eyes away without screaming.
Roman quickly stepped forward and took the princess into his arms, constantly stroking her head.
This sudden action made Myrcella's body tremble slightly, but the princess immediately realized that Roman was comforting her, so Myrcella also held onto Roman tightly and asked:
"Is that knight alright?"
Roman shook his head: "That poor soul has already been taken by the stranger, there is nothing we can do."
Myrcella revealed a sad look, just like a fawn, staying terrified in Roman's arms.
"This is an accident, Your Highness, but please believe that I will not let you suffer such harm!"
Hearing this, Myrcella stopped trembling; she didn't look at Hugh's corpse, turning instead to greedily enjoy Roman's embrace, making even Fili envious.
The other noble ladies were also greatly stimulated; Sansa's friend Jeyne was so scared she broke down, while Sansa kept her composure, not wanting to lose face for House Stark.
This incident made the scene incredibly oppressive; in the subsequent matches, everyone was worried about whether anyone else would encounter misfortune.
Roman's gaze locked onto The Mountain, the beast among beasts; whenever he thought of the bastard things The Mountain had done, Roman couldn't help but want to teach this guy a lesson.
"It's not good to kill you now, but I can still make you suffer a bit."
Soon, the entire tournament reached the showdown between The Knight of Flowers and The Mountain.
Loras rode a mare in heat, which distracted The Mountain's warhorse, causing The Mountain to fall off.
In a fit of rage, The Mountain split his own horse in two with one sword strike, then launched an attack on the unprepared Loras.
The Knight of Flowers was caught off guard by this turn of events, and could only defend himself in a sorry state, eventually falling to the ground.
Just when The Mountain was about to cleave Loras to death, The Hound moved, drawing his sharp sword.
But a black shadow was faster than him, arriving in front of The Mountain in just an instant.
"Clang!!!!"
After a loud noise, everyone was stunned to find Roman standing between The Mountain and The Knight of Flowers.
"Ser Roman? When did he get over there?!" This was everyone's first reaction.
Myrcella felt deeply moved; Roman was just gently holding her hand beside her, and in the next second, he rushed in front of The Mountain.
Roman was seen holding a great hammer with his left hand, gripping the middle section, with the tail of the hammer handle tucked under his arm, the steel ring of the hammer head blocking The Mountain's greatsword.
"Ser Gregor, such behavior of yours cannot be considered honorable."
Roman's tone was flat, with no discernible fluctuation of emotion, but the surrounding crowd was already boiling over.
They saw the over 2-meter tall The Mountain's full-force blow blocked by the young man in front of them with one hand, and Roman was even bearing the weight of the great hammer at the same time.
A normal person seeing this scene would best immediately retreat, giving both sides a way out, but The Mountain's brain clearly had problems.
Seeing Roman dare to stop him, The Mountain was furious; he raised his greatsword and prepared to attack.
Roman quickly stepped back to leave some distance, then swung his hammer to the right with one hand, hitting The Mountain's blade, deflecting The Mountain's longsword with just one strike.
Then Roman grabbed the hammer handle with his right hand as well, swinging with force, directly knocking The Mountain's greatsword flying; that sturdy greatsword even disintegrated in mid-air, turning into countless fragments.
Seeing his weapon knocked away, The Mountain was even angrier; he opened his hands to grab Roman's head.
But Roman reacted faster, raising his right foot and delivering a front kick to The Mountain's abdomen.
The audience only heard a muffled thud, and then saw The Mountain's massive body fly up.
The Mountain flew 5 meters in the air, only stopping after hitting the railing on the tournament field.
After he landed, people clearly saw a huge dent on the armor of The Mountain's abdomen, but this was not enough to injure The Mountain, who was wearing full plate armor; he quickly climbed up, ready to continue fighting.
Robert also reacted from his shock at this moment; he intended to scold The Mountain to stop, but Roman stopped Robert a step ahead.
"Your Majesty, Ser Gregor has desecrated the tournament grounds; I hope to be allowed to administer punishment to him!"
Robert looked at Roman's cunning gaze and immediately understood, waving his hand:
"Just don't kill him!"
Roman bowed, and after turning around, his murderous look was revealed.
The Mountain casually picked up a wooden club and charged at Roman; the clumsy giant's full-force blow was easily dodged by Roman.
Roman smashed his hammer onto The Mountain's knee; in an instant, the armor shattered, armor plates flew, and this blow directly broke The Mountain's right leg, forcing him to kneel on the ground.
Roman pulled off The Mountain's helmet, wrapped his hands around his neck, and then delivered a fierce knee strike to The Mountain's face.
Then came an uncomfortable sound of bone cracking; The Mountain's facial skull shattered instantly, and his whole body collapsed unconscious, blood slowly flowing from The Mountain's nostrils.
After a brief silence, the entire crowd erupted in violent cheers, everyone congratulating the beast, The Mountain, being beaten down.
Except for Cersei and Tywin of House Lannister; Tywin's expression was as gloomy as water, staring fixedly at Roman.
Cersei was plunged into a hysterical rage.