Wild Wolf Seth

Black leaned against the ship’s railing—still in his guard uniform.
Though just a servant, he was Princess Alice’s personal guard.

The gold-trimmed dragon-embroidered uniform fit him perfectly—sharp, elegant, rivaling any noble.

His original body had always been handsome—ruggedly charming.
Now, with this attire and a golden ceremonial sword? He looked like a royal knight.

The setting sun cast a warm glow on his profile—highlighting perfect features.

Sea breeze tousled strands of black hair at his temples.

Lost in thought—adding a touch of melancholy.

To women, it was a masterpiece: a poetic, beautiful youth.

Just standing there—he drew amorous glances from maids. Soft gasps echoed around him.

But Black ignored them.

He was plotting: How to sneak away from Princess Alice tonight—and feast like a king.

If those girls knew his thoughts—their hearts would shatter.

As more guests arrived, Black scanned the nobles—recognizing key figures.

Besides Duke Gran and Round Table Knight’s Son Cyril—there was a new face.

Another major supporting character—one of Jiaye’s male love interests.

Tall, muscular, with a fierce scar over his left eye.
Amber wolf-like eyes burned with aggression.

Messy brown hair. A wolf fang earring on his right ear.
A dangerous smirk on his lips.

This was Seth Vort—better known as “Rampant Seth”!

[Name: Seth]
[Identity: Vice-Captain of the Empire’s First Knight Regiment]
[Class Level: Lv.45 Mid-Tier · Diamond Knight]
[Favorite Food: Dragon meat, tiger meat, wolf meat]
[Hobbies: Combat, killing, bloodlust]
[Critical Info: Never provoke Seth.]
[Expected Fate: Becomes Jiaye’s loyal dog.]

Also a Round Table Knight’s son—but his father ranked higher than Cyril’s.

Norton Vort, 7th-ranked Round Table Knight, was a Knight—specializing in the Long Spear.

His Overlord Spear could strike from ten kilometers away—once killed an elite Winged Dragon (Lv.70) mid-flight.

Unbelievably strong!

Like father, like son.
Seth was also a Knight—trained in the Overlord Spear.
Genius-level talent. Raised on battlefields—bloodthirsty, fearless.

Legendary battle record. Multiple level-skipping kills.

After returning from war, he joined the Imperial Knight Regiment—fame echoing across the empire.

Wolf of the Imperial Knights—Rampant Wolf Seth!

The “Rampant Wolf” nickname came from his ferocious fighting style—the more wounded, the stronger he became.
A man who’d bite flesh off you—even if dying.

But Black disliked him.

In fact—Seth was his least favorite male side character.

In this otome game, Seth’s archetype was the wild little puppy.

At first cold and hostile toward Jiaye—then, after seeing her hidden strength, the battle-hungry Seth became obsessed—demanding duels.

After losing repeatedly—he turned into a loyal dog. Or rather—a Jiaye fanboy.

Yet the character felt too sanitized.

His background: aggressive, ruthless, arrogant.
Fine.

But his worst trait? Bloodthirsty cruelty.

For imperial prisoners or civilians who offended him? Kill without mercy.

Worse—he enjoyed torturing guilty girls, savoring their slow deaths.

Maybe the devs wanted dramatic contrast, but they overdid it.

Many players hated him—the most controversial male character.

Now, he chatted with Cyril—surrounded by noblewomen.

They seemed friendly, like brothers.

But only players knew—they hated each other.

Seth despised Cyril—seeing him as a weakling, low-tier family, no real power.

Cyril hated Seth—for mocking him and his family—seeing him as a musclehead with no brains.

If possible, Black wanted zero contact with Seth.
This combat maniac might snap and kill anyone at any moment.

“Good evening, Guard~ What are you thinking about so deeply?”

A voice like silver bells startled Black.

He turned—stunned for half a second before recognizing her.

It was Saintess Krystin.

Clearly here for the ball—exquisitely dressed.

She wore a silvery-white gown, its hem flowing like moonlight—making her pale hair even more ethereal.

A pearl belt cinched her slender waist. The crystal lily on her chest swayed gently—like a moonlight spirit.

No wonder she was one of the original beauties.

So beautiful—Black nearly stopped breathing.

“Ahem… Saintess, you flatter me. I’m just a humble guard.”

Black didn’t understand—didn’t he already got rid of her with the Glacier Snow Lotus info?

Why was she obsessed with him again?

“Princess Alice’s guard isn’t ordinary.”

Krystin scanned him carefully—as if trying to see through him.

Last time, she’d promised not to expose his lie.
But she still found him fascinating.

One who knew the Glacier Snow Lotus location—and Jörmungandr’s whereabouts?
Who was he?

Surely, he held more secrets.
Maybe she could probe deeper.

“By the way, Mr. Black—will you participate in the Azure Ball?”

Krystin stared at him.

“As the princess’s guard, where she goes—I go.”

Black replied casually. After all—he was Alice’s shadow.

“No, I mean—not just the dance itself.”

Krystin shook her head—knowing he misunderstood.

“Do you mean the Azure Triad Contests, Your Holiness?”

Black realized what she meant.

The Azure Ball wasn’t just social dancing.
It had something far more exciting.

The Azure Triad Contests.

In truth—this was the real draw of the ball.