Lancelot Lannister and Robb Stark began their jousting match.
As soon as they crossed spears, Lancelot could sense that Robb Stark's spearmanship was excellent. He took the opportunity to check Robb's stats.
> Name: Robb Stark
> Identity: Eldest son of Eddard Stark, Warden of the North and Lord of Winterfell.
> Class: None
> Strength: 14
> Speed: 12
> Intelligence: 13
> Spirit: 13
> Mana: 9
> Talent: Skinchanger
"Robb's Strength, Speed, Intelligence, and Spirit are similar to Jon's, only his Mana is lower. But they are both Skinchangers."
"Don't tell me all six of the siblings are Skinchangers!" Lancelot formed a bold hypothesis.
While parrying Robb's attacks, Lancelot checked the stats of Arya and Rickon, who were present.
Sansa and Bran had gone far enough away that he couldn't check them.
> Name: Rickon Stark
> Identity: Youngest son of Eddard Stark, Warden of the North.
> Class: None
> Strength: 5
> Speed: 6
> Intelligence: 6
> Spirit: 8
> Mana: 9
> Talent: Skinchanger
> Name: Arya Stark
> Identity: Second daughter of Eddard Stark, Warden of the North.
> Class: None
> Strength: 6
> Speed: 7
> Intelligence: 9
> Spirit: 8
> Mana: 12
> Talent: Skinchanger
"Sure enough, the Stark family is exceptionally gifted! Truly a protagonist household," Lancelot thought to himself.
However, even though they were the protagonist family, and Robb Stark was the eldest of the six siblings (older than Jon Snow by a month), Lancelot still defeated him. Robb had severely underestimated the power of the spear in Lancelot's hand.
It was only when Lancelot's Valyrian steel spear sheared right through Robb Stark's wooden lance and the spear tip halted just before Robb's eyes that he realized it.
"Is this a weapon like Ice? A Valyrian steel spear?" Robb asked. Although he had noticed Lancelot's spear looked extraordinary, he hadn't initially thought it was Valyrian steel.
"Correct, but no prize! Robb, don't forget to fulfill your promise. Starks keep their word—don't bring shame to your house!"
Robb Stark's face flushed red. He looked at Arya with a gaze that was almost pleading for help.
Arya, on the other hand, didn't seem to care. She walked straight up to Lancelot and planted a kiss squarely on his left cheek.
"I didn't expect you to defeat both of my brothers! Ser Lancelot, it seems you really are a knight! Not just one you named yourself," Arya said. She was even more curious about Lancelot now, thinking he was incredibly skilled to have bested Jon in swordsmanship and Robb in jousting.
At this point, Lancelot's number one fan, Joffrey, spoke up.
"Lancelot's knighthood was bestowed personally by my father. He even won a tourney championship!"
"Is that true? Ser Lancelot, you're amazing!" Arya looked at Lancelot with adoration, her eyes sparkling.
"Don't be obsessed with me, I'm just a legend. Hahaha!" Lancelot laughed.
At this moment, Theon Greyjoy was dissatisfied.
In his eyes, Lancelot had defeated both Jon and Robb in their respective specialties—swordsmanship and jousting. Winterfell was losing all its face. He needed to win some back.
Although he was a ward—essentially a hostage—he still yearned to be considered part of the Stark family.
So, Theon challenged Lancelot.
"Why don't we have an archery contest, Ser Lancelot?"
Lancelot glanced at Theon.
> Name: Theon Greyjoy
> Identity: Heir to the Iron Islands.
> Class: Pirate
> Strength: 13
> Speed: 12
> Intelligence: 9
> Spirit: 9
> Mana: 5
> Talent: None
Theon's class was listed as "Pirate," which was perhaps a family tradition, given the Ironborn blood in his veins. Lancelot wasn't surprised he had no talent listed; after all, talents weren't common.
Lancelot put on a show of being exhausted: "I'm tired."
Joffrey immediately caught the hint and stepped forward.
"Theon, let me compete with you in archery! I've heard the Ironborn never miss! I wonder if that's an exaggeration."
"Prince Joffrey, I would be delighted to spar with you," Theon replied. Facing the Crown Prince, he had to show respect.
However, when Theon saw the weapon in Joffrey's hand, he froze.
Joffrey was holding a crossbow, while Theon held a bow.
Although both fired projectiles, a crossbow required significantly less effort than a bow.
Lancelot sat down with Jon and Arya to watch the archery contest.
At this time, Jon's wolf, Ghost, arrived. He was a pure white direwolf with red eyes.
Lancelot's white lion, Hrakkar, also had pure white fur and eyes like blood-red rubies.
However, with Hrakkar by Lancelot's side, Ghost didn't dare approach, instead baring his fangs.
"Ser Lancelot!" Jon said.
"You can just call me Lancelot, Jon!" Lancelot replied.
"Alright then, Lancelot. Could you ask your white lion not to hurt my wolf? The size difference is too great," Jon Snow said.
He had seen the corpse of an adult direwolf, but even that was far smaller than Lancelot's white lion, Hrakkar.
Hrakkar was already the size of an adult bull.
Lancelot nodded and extended his hand. Hrakkar immediately rolled over on the ground like a kitten, exposing his soft belly.
"Wow! He's just like a cat! Can I touch him?" Arya asked.
"Sure!"
Lancelot took Arya's hand and placed it on Hrakkar's belly.
"So warm! Sleeping next to him at night must be very cozy," Arya laughed.
Only then did Jon's wolf, Ghost, approach, lying down at Jon's feet—or more accurately, hiding behind his legs.
Arya's wolf, Nymeria, also arrived, following the scent. She saw Arya and wanted to run over but stopped in her tracks because of Hrakkar's presence.
Arya called to her vigorously.
"Nymeria! Nymeria!"
"Come here! Come! Nymeria!"
Only then did she approach cautiously, coming to Arya's feet.
Rickon's wolf, the small black wolf named Shaggydog, also circled around him.
Robb's Grey Wind stayed with his master, keeping a distance from Lancelot and the others.
Seeing that four wolves were present, Lancelot signaled Hrakkar to stand up.
Hrakkar stood, shook out his fur, and let out a low growl. The lion's roar echoed throughout Winterfell.
The four direwolves present all bared their teeth, forming a pack and surrounding Hrakkar.
However, Hrakkar looked at them with disdain, an expression very human-like. He roared again, a sound like rolling thunder exploding in a clear sky.
The pressure of the King of Beasts radiated outward. Even the direwolves had no choice but to submit.
The four direwolves looked at each other, then at their masters, and finally approached Hrakkar, lying down on the ground.
Nymeria even rolled over, exposing her belly.
Just as Hrakkar let out his second roar, Joffrey won the archery duel against Theon.
"Hahaha, looks like my skills are superior! Theon, you're not bad!" Joffrey said, clapping him on the shoulder.
Theon nodded subserviently, agreeing with him.