Wild Wolf? Wild Dog!

Seth’s gaze swept from Krystin back to Black.
“What? Think sweet words can win over Krystin? Mr. Sewer Rat?”

A few nobles snickered—enjoying the humiliation.

Among them—Lily and Marsha, Elaina’s legitimate sisters.

Since Black had framed her, Lily hated him.
Now seeing him insulted—she laughed like a pig, ecstatic.

Seth’s words were poisonous, dripping with contempt.

With the mocking laughter around him, even someone slightly fragile would’ve broken down.

The original owner of this body? He’d have already punched Seth in rage.

But that was exactly what Seth wanted.
He waited for you to strike—so he could crush you.
Break your bones—or worse.

Anticipating this, Black remained calm, still as water.

Seeing Black still silent, Seth’s tone turned sharper.

“What? Mute? Or… do you finally realize what trash you are?”

Krystin frowned—about to speak.

But Seth stepped past her, slamming his hand on Black’s shoulder—looking down at him.

He leaned close—voice low, each word like a venomous thorn piercing Black’s ears:

“Scum like you should rot in dark corners—not dare touch those above you.”

His words grew crueler, yet Black didn’t flinch.

Seth was surprised by Black’s endurance—didn’t expect him to neither fight nor retort.

“Interesting.”

Like admiring prey, he scanned Black—finally locking onto something in his pocket.

Without asking, he yanked it out.

“You!”

Krystin tried to grab it—but Seth sidestepped, evading her.

“A letter, huh? Let’s see…”

Seth slowly unfolded the paper—reading aloud in an exaggerated tone:

“My dearest Black…”

He sneered. “Oh? A pirate has a mother? I thought he just grew from sewage.”

Nobles burst into laughter.

Seth continued, voice mocking:

“Mom misses you so much…”
“Heh. Look at this—a slum-dwelling old woman, handwriting crooked, ink smudged all over.”

He held the paper with two fingers—disgusted.

“This lowborn bloodline… no wonder it birthed a son who dares covet the Saintess.”

These words—for the first time—stirred rage in calm Black.

His fists trembled slightly—he struggled to hold back.

Seth, sensing it, intensified the mockery:

“Let me guess… Your mother earned money through special services for fishermen?”

He made a show of sudden realization.

“No wonder you’re so good at pleasing women—family tradition, right?”

Krystin’s pure face darkened: “Seth! You’ve gone too far!”

Her hands behind her back formed a seal—ready to cast a spell.

Then—Black locked eyes with Seth—his lips curling into a mocking smirk.

He lazily raised his gaze—matching Seth’s tone:

“Dear wild dog… Oh, sorry—Rampant Wolf.”

Black deliberately looked Seth up and down.

“I sincerely suggest—you’d be better off as a lapdog when chasing girls—rather than barking at things not yours.”

Seth’s eyes sharpened—never expecting such insult.

Black casually adjusted his sleeve, continuing:

“You despise my mother—but at least I have one.”

“As for you… wasn’t your father just a minor border lord?”

He lowered his voice:

“I heard he climbed ranks by offering his beautiful wife—your mother—to the previous Duke as a plaything.”

“And she… died by suicide in despair. Ironically—your father was promoted.”

“So your family will do anything to get what they want.”

Gasps echoed across the deck.

No one expected Black to say this to Seth’s face!

The rumor about Duke Norton sending his wife to rise in rank? It circulated among nobles.

Many doubted it—until they remembered: Norton did rise fast. And his wife did die by suicide then.

Too coincidental? The rumor was likely true.

But fearing Norton’s status as a Round Table Knight, nobles only gossiped in secret.

Yet this was Seth’s deepest wound.

Now—Black spoke it aloud—striking his most forbidden nerve!

A bloodbath was inevitable!

Seth’s face turned livid, fists cracking with force.

But Black ignored him—turning to Krystin, speaking loud enough for all to hear:

“Saintess, isn’t it funny? Some people, covered in mud, think standing high makes them clean.”

He faced Seth—eyes suddenly razor-sharp.

“If you’re going to fight—do it now. If not—get lost. You’re blocking my view of the sea with the Saintess.”

Seth’s expression twisted—never before had an enemy provoked him like this!

“Hahahaha! Fine! Since you’re this reckless, I’ll teach you—what self-awareness means.”

As he spoke—his aura exploded, like he’d tear Black apart the next second.

BOOM!

Seth threw a punch—carrying hurricane-force wind, thunderous roar!

A Level 45 Knight’s full-power strike!

Even unarmed—it could shatter a Level 10 pirate’s skull.

But Black didn’t move.

Because he couldn’t dodge.

And because some people wouldn’t let him die.

WHOOSH!

In the same instant—a red longsword flew from behind!

Lightning-fast—it clashed with Seth’s fist!

CLANG!

At the collision point—a violent shockwave erupted!

The deck descended into chaos.

No one expected—before the ball even started—fighting would break out!

And the one countering Seth? Unbelievable!

Still—the red sword was clearly weaker than Seth.

It was pushed back—step by step.

Finally—a ringing sound—it flew away, repelled!

The fist surged toward Black again!