Forbidden Delicacy

No matter how gentle or sincere Krystin’s tone became, Black remained like a wooden statue—unmoved.
Any other man would’ve already surrendered.

So the scene turned bizarre.

Krystin moved left—Black turned right.
She stepped forward—Black backed away.
They spun like actors in a farce.

But soon, Black sensed something off.

Why did his back feel icy?

As if countless killing intents were locked onto him!

He froze—scanning the deck.

Every noble—man and woman—was staring at him with murderous eyes.

They all looked like they wanted to devour him alive.

Now he understood.

Who was Krystin?

The Saintess of the Church of Creation!

A true superstar—her fans could circle the continent!
Nobles made up a huge portion—including those on the Hodir.

Imagine: your most pure, sacred saintess—someone you dare not even gaze upon—chasing after a man!

And not just any man—a lowly pirate-turned-guard!

Wouldn’t you want to kill him?

That’s exactly how it felt.

Other nobles aside—even Duke Gran and Cyril stared at him now, their expressions unreadable.
Clearly, they had many doubts about Black.

But at least—they held no hostility.

Yet one person was different.

A thick, nearly physical killing intent locked onto Black.

Like a feral wolf targeting its prey.

When Black realized this intent came from Rampant Wolf Seth—a cold sweat slid down his temple.

He suddenly remembered Seth’s lore.

In the game, Seth didn’t initially love Jiaye.

His obsession? The girl right here—Krystin.

Or rather—not “love.” A dominant possessiveness.

He saw Krystin as his property—no other man allowed near her.

That’s why many male nobles dared not pursue her—not even express admiration.

Black was certain—Seth’s possessiveness held zero emotion.

It was like a man who believed himself the strongest wanting to own the prettiest vase.

To him, conquering the most sacred, noble saintess mattered more than her soul.

Plus—Seth believed Krystin’s talent was exceptional.
If they united, she’d birth even stronger offspring!

A pure pursuit of superior bloodline strength.

Before his redemption arc, Seth was no different from a wolf in human skin.

Later, he shifted focus to Jiaye—and Krystin’s fall into darkness made her lose appeal.

But that was later.

For now—Seth still saw Krystin as his possession!

And Black’s interaction with her? In Seth’s eyes—something intimate.

This was like stealing food from a wolf’s mouth!

Black knew—he was in deep trouble.
Of all people, why Seth?!

Sure enough—Seth’s face darkened.
He pushed through the crowd—step by step, toward Black.

Cracked.

Black’s lips twitched—cursing his terrible fate.

Krystin noticed the hostile stares—realized her behavior was inappropriate.

Blushing, she awkwardly stopped beside Black.

Unknowingly—this only confirmed their closeness in Seth’s eyes.

He strode forward—each step heavy, echoing—fueling his rage.

Each footfall crushed Black’s nerves.

This was bad.

Black had no plan.

“Saintess… long time no see.”

Seth reached them—feigning gentleness as he greeted Krystin.

“…Long time, Lord Seth.”

Krystin subtly frowned—displeased.

She knew Seth’s filthy desires toward her.
She despised him for it.

But her upbringing—her etiquette—kept her from saying anything harsh.

Though Seth couldn’t force her—thanks to the Church’s power—
his repeated harassment made her deeply resentful.

“That necklace I gave you last time—did you like it?”

Seth asked casually—reaching to stroke her hair.
A public claim: She is mine.

“…!”

Krystin stayed silent—slapping his hand away, eyes blazing.

Last time, she sold the necklace—donated the money to an orphanage.
She didn’t care for such things.

Seeing her reaction, Seth didn’t get angry—just smirked.

“No problem. If you don’t like it—I’ll give you another?”
“Not one—ten, a hundred, a thousand!”
“It’s just a necklace. I have plenty. I’ll keep giving until you’re satisfied.”

Arrogant words—fitting for the “Rampant Wolf.”

Seeing Krystin stay silent, Seth finally turned to Black.

Or rather—he’d been targeting Black all along.

Black thought: Here it comes. No escaping now.

“Who’s this?”

Seth asked—pretending ignorance.
During the White Pearl’s attack, Black’s actions drew everyone’s attention.
In a way—he was famous.

“He’s Princess Alice’s guard—Black.”

Krystin knew Seth meant harm—stepped slightly to block Black, shielding him from the killing intent.

Seeing her slender figure in front of him, Black felt touched.

She was clever—emphasizing he was a royal guard, warning Seth.

But touched or not—this protective act only enraged Seth further.

Sure enough, upon hearing the name, Seth’s lips curled into a mocking sneer—his amber wolf-eyes piercing Black.

“Oh? So this is him—the pirate who crawled out of a sewage ditch.”

Seth’s voice wasn’t loud—but every noble heard clearly.

“What? Think changing clothes lets you enter high society?”

“Lowborn blood—you can’t hide that rotten sea stench no matter how hard you try.”

Black’s eyes darkened—but he said nothing.

Seth grinned wider—his gaze full of contempt.

“A pirate’s a pirate. A dog can’t stop eating shit—lived off theft and scams before.”

“Now you’ve grown ambitious—daring to covet the Saintess?