A man in a long coat strode in, the sharpness in his eyes so piercing it could well be actual des.


    He had long ck hair with a streak of white on his bangs that parted in the middle. Standing tall at 1.9


    meters, he was burly and fleshed out where he should, making it obvious that he was a formidable


    martial artist.


    "You have to help Mr. Graves! Frank Lawrence is going to kill him!" Wilbur was still crying out anxiously.


    "Cam down." Titus shot Wilbur a look of assurance, while he strode pompously to stand just beneath


    the stage, smiling faintly at Frank on top. "So, you''re Frank Lawrence? I''ve heard you saying outside


    that you don''t fear me?"


    His tone was calm, but the dark aura spilling out of his eyes struck Burt so hard he stumbled a few


    steps backward.


    Burt paled in shock as he came to a realization. "Hepleted Birthright! S-So that''s the might of Titus


    Lionheart?!"


    Even Helen''s fingers were clenching on Frank''s clothes even as she cowered in his arms.


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    And yet, Frank was not backing down, even striding forward to meet Titus'' re. "Why should I be


    afraid?"


    Both men held each other''s re for a full ten seconds before Titus chuckled. "Heh... I expected


    nothing less of you, Mr. Lawrence. Your strength certainlymands respect."


    Despite his tall frame, Titus spoke calmly and did not seem to have the haughty temper of rich kids like


    Chaz or Neil.


    And yet, boundless danger lurked beneath his calmness—if caught off guard like Burt, he would knock


    one off bnce with his menacing presence!


    Be that as it may, Frank remained calm as he replied, "You don''t say, Mr. Lionheart. You live in Morhen,


    but you had to poke your nose all the way into Riverton, taking in a bunch of despicable mooks under


    your wing. But I guess you''re no different, since that''s what they say about birds of the same feather."


    "What." Chaz was dumbstruck.


    Titus could well be a god to him, with boundless poor and endlessly influential connections.


    And yet, Frank remained so impudent, even insulting Titus to his face!


    However, while Chaz was left shocked for a moment by such bravado, he was soon smiling sinisterly.


    Frank''s conceit suits him just fine—a man like Titus would not leave Frank''s insults unanswered!


    And once the fighting started, Frank would be resting in pieces!


    However, even as Chaz grinned savagely at Frank, ready for Titus to kill him in one swift stroke, Titus


    actually bowed his head and apologized, "You''re right, Mr. Lawrence. I''m a poor judge of character."


    What?! Titus was bowing instead of flying into a rage?!


    In Draconia, no one had the right to make Titus bow or apologize, save for Titus'' own father!


    Naturally, it was not just Chaz—even Wilbur was left in visible shock and disbelief behind Titus.


    Titus had always strutted, and this was the first time Wilbur saw Titus bow his head and apologize


    despite another''s person''s insults!


    "Titus, what—"


    However, before Wilbur could finish, Titus suddenly reared his head again, his eyes shing coldly as


    he snapped, "I''ve apologized for my misdemeanor, but what about you, Mr. Lawrence?!"