Gregor was fierce.
He didn't need to raise his voice; just his name, the Mountain, was enough to intimidate Alva and his mining guards.
Aside from his ferocity, Gregor had another powerful backing, he was a trusted figure of Tywin Lannister: the sword in Tywin's hand.
Although Lord Tywin of the Westerlands did not grant the Clegane family large lands or wealth, he held two members of the family in high regard: Sandor "The Hound" Clegane and Gregor "The Mountain" Clegane.
Sandor served as Cersei Lannister's personal guard at King's Landing, while Gregor stayed in Casterly Rock, serving as Tywin's general, handling multiple duties, one of which was protecting Tywin's safety.
The Hound and The Mountain, the two fiercest dogs in the Lannister family, and they were very good at biting.
Through Gregor's eyes, seeing the world through the lens of a different civilization, it seemed dark and bloody.
Noblemen raping a poor girl from a peasant family was a trivial matter. Although the kingdom's laws considered rape a serious crime, the vast disparity between law and reality was widely accepted.
But if a poor man dared to steal from a noble family, say, a loaf of bread, he would either lose his hand or be sent to the Wall to become a Night's Watchman.
This world's "civilization" was really only for the privileged class, the nobles.
The soldiers of the Serrett family's mining guard often went down the mountain to visit the bustling port city of Lannisport (the largest city in the Westerlands), spending their last coin in the brothels before returning to the mountain.
The mining guard had three camps, and over a thousand soldiers, most of whom were mercenaries.
Mercenaries came from all over the world, not just the country, but the whole world. They came from the Free Cities across the Narrow Sea, and even from the Summer Islands, where the people's skin was as dark as night.
In the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, every city, even the smallest villages, had brothels, which were legal and taxed.
For mercenaries, who were used to living on the edge, seeing a poor girl with a bit of beauty and taking her was no big deal.
Of course, if the girl was noble, then they wouldn't dare.
Suddenly, last month, the poor girl they had captured was revealed to be none other than the daughter of the infamous Gregor Clegane, the Mountain.
Being the daughter of a noble, this was serious. What made it worse was that her father was the Mountain himself.
The mercenaries in the mining guard were all hired to do a job. If they were asked to risk their lives for Alva and the Mountain, they wouldn't go out of their way. The family soldiers dared not make a move either. Gregor's name alone struck fear into everyone.
The Mountain was notorious across the Seven Kingdoms. His great sword was six feet long, longer than the height of a tall knight, and weighed several dozen pounds. It was aimed directly at Ser Alva's head.
Alva could no longer speak.
The force of the Mountain's giant foot was enough to crush him like a rat.
Gregor was nearly three meters tall.
It had taken him a long time to adapt to this giant body that intimidated even himself. In his past life, just being two meters tall would have made him feel like a giant. Now, he has become nearly three meters tall.
In Earth civilization, the average height of a single story of a building was about three meters.
After the crossing, the once average-sized college student felt that his new body should have belonged to some kind of giant beast rather than a human.
Gregor lifted his giant foot. Alva could no longer move.
His breath was shallow, and his pupils were dilated.
"Bring my daughter here!" Gregor's voice boomed.
The family guards, shaking with fear, sent Ser Alva's personal guards to find Julie. Meanwhile, some guards surrounded Gregor, though none dared to draw their swords. They silently watched Alva, who lay on the ground, fearing that the young knight might die right there.
A few figures quietly retreated from the disordered ranks of the mining guards. They slowly, cautiously, moved into the black shadows, clearly the ones responsible for capturing the "poor girl."
Gregor, towering over everyone, spotted them.
"Capture them!" He raised his sword, pointing at the sneaky figures.
Several knights immediately woke up and shouted orders. Soldiers drew their swords and ran towards them. The suspects immediately leapt out of the shadows and began to flee.
"Capture them!"
"Block the exit, quick!"
"Into the forest, into the forest."
Once comrades in arms, they now fought each other, the ones fleeing were criminals, and the ones chasing weren't much better.
Master Harry approached Gregor's side. He helped the barely-breathing Alva, noticing that the young knight's pupils were already spreading. The knight was dead, he wouldn't last much longer.
Alva had been grabbed in his sleep, slammed into the ground, and Gregor's roar like thunder had shaken him. The giant sword had fallen on him with terrifying force. The fear, compounded with Gregor's crushing foot on his chest, had exhausted him to the point of death.
He died of fear.
Harry felt a pang in his chest.
Although the soldiers surrounding them had not drawn their swords, Harry couldn't shake the worry that if they knew Alva was dead, they might attack.
If they did, the first one to die would surely be him.
Harry adjusted Alva's head, propped him up, and waved for the Raff to come over. Raff was the most astute of the four.
Raff approached, seeing Alva's lifeless eyes. He knew immediately and felt a sudden dread. They had no problem killing mercenaries or the Serrett family's guards, but killing Alva Serrett, a noble, was another matter.
"Alva, I'll take you to Silverhill, to face your father, Tyger Serrett." Raff muttered angrily. He lifted Alva, draping the knight's arm around his shoulder, and led him, as if they were brothers walking side by side. "Let's go, get on the horse."
Gregor too realized something was wrong, a cold feeling sweeping over him. He knew his previous self would have killed a young knight without blinking, but now, in this body, something stopped him.
It was the first time he had killed someone himself!
The situation was spiraling out of control. He had never intended to kill Alva Serrett. He never expected the boy to be so fragile.
He had used little force when stepping on him. Was it the fall that killed him? Even then, he hadn't exerted much force.
Amid the chaos, the soldiers who had fled were captured. Some were family soldiers, others mercenaries.
Julie was also brought over. The poor girl looked frail, her hair a mess, and she seemed like a starving beggar child.
Thomasson immediately stepped forward, embracing Julie and whispering, "Don't speak, come with me."
But before they could leave, Alva's family knight ordered swords to be drawn and pointed at Thomasson and Julie.
"Ser Gregor, you may take Miss Julie and the old soldier, as well as the criminals who harmed her, but please leave Sir Alva."
The clatter of sword blades rang out as hundreds of soldiers unsheathed their swords, surrounding Gregor and his four companions, including the Maester.