[Valentina, your son asked me to send you a message.]
Valentina was with Morgana, having tea, and her mind was invaded by a mischievous fox.
"Akemi?" Valentina furrowed her brow slightly; it was a weekday, and the Fox wouldn't usually do such things.
[Is Morgana with you?] Akemi inquired.
"Yes, she's here with me."
[Tell her to open a spatial portal in my office; she knows where it is.]
"Akemi wants a portal in her office; it seems important," Valentina said, and Morgana waved her hands.
A purple portal appeared, and a beautiful Fox walked through it.
"Here, he asked me to give this to you. I need to go; my next class is about to start." She said and turned around.
"And Valentina."
"Yes?"
"Don't lose your calm." She said and disappeared with the portal closing.
"Is this from the husband?" Morgana asked, looking anxious. "He goes silent for over a month, and now he wants to talk? Sends it only to you? Equal rights! Spoiled brat, I'll have to punish him!"
"Shut up and let me read this."
[Dear ones, I have unpleasant news. Unfortunately, the agreement has been broken.] Valentina read it, crumpling the paper lightly.
[I am being prevented from accessing the Spirit Realm to make contracts with Familiar Spirits; however, I know the cause of this. Seraphina Nightfall claimed it was the work of her mother, the Fairy Queen Titania.]
"Fairy bitch." Valentina began to burn with anger; she had warned that if someone interfered, they would pay.
"Give me that! You're too temperamental!" Morgana said, taking the paper and continuing to read.
[Morgana, knowing that my dear Valentina will tremble with fury, I leave the rational side to you, who is more a diplomat than a warrior. I am informing you because I have suffered much inequality in this place and plan to reveal the truth about myself soon. Do not start a war; if you go to Titania, scare her profoundly, without violence.
I want to take care of her personally.Until later, your dear husband, Dante. PS: Love you both, thanks for existing <3]
"He's cute," Morgana sighed as she read the heartfelt message he had left.
"I'm heading out," Valentina said, turning around. "Wait, I'm coming with you. Let's pay a visit to that bitch."
"I'm not going to see her," Valentina said, turning to Morgana. "Eh? What are you going to do?"
"Me? I'm going to summon a meeting with the world representatives; the agreement has been broken. I already figured they would ignore the fact and spill the beans about Dante, but BANISH him from the Spirit Realm? It's not because I don't have the power to erase them all that I can't retaliate against a shitty little realm like the Fairy Realm."
"If she doesn't compensate him in some way, I'll wipe this fucking useless realm out of existence. A realm that does nothing but worship a tree that has never shown itself to them, so there's no reason for them to exist."
Valentina concluded and marched out; from her shadows, a servant emerged, and she simply said.
"Soon, everything will be resolved, Sara," he said again and pushed her back. It was rude, but he wasn't in a good mood now.
"You said you wouldn't abandon me!" She shouted, drawing Dante's attention, who turned around.
When Sara saw Dante's expression, she lowered her head and tried not to meet those eyes. It was the first time he saw that expression, the feeling she felt... It was as if she had seen a Dragon in Fury.
"I'm going to take care of some things. Get ready for that stupid event." Dante said and walked away while putting on the black shirt he always wore.
"Let's fix this sword." Dante said and disappeared quickly, leaving Sara on the floor.
"Do you want me to fix this?" The Dwarf asked, looking at that mere destroyed sword.
"Yes." Dante answered, lowering his face slightly. "Please. It's important."
"I'm sorry, Dante. This blade is done. I can create another one with the same materials, but reconstruction is impossible, not even my father could do it." Clovis replied, trying to understand what happened for the sword to be in that condition.
"What happened to that thing?" He asked.
"She faced Durandal head-on." Dante replied, and Clovis was slightly startled. "The sharpest sword in the world. It makes sense why it's in this condition." Clovis replied, and Dante raised an eyebrow, continuing with questions.
"What do you mean by that, Clovis?"
"See this here?" He pointed to where Durandal had struck the blade. "Yes?"
"It's a cut on material. The cut erased the iron and damaged the molecular structure of the blade's composition. Basically, it cut through the atoms and destabilized the material. That's why it shattered suddenly like glass." He explained, and Dante couldn't understand at first but accepted.
"I can reuse the scabbard and the handle of the sword, but it's impossible to reuse the blade material." Clovis said and added, "I can make a new blade, but it won't be of good quality because I'll have to do it in my portable forge."
"Alright, I'll pay you." Dante replied, and Clovis shook his head. "I won't accept payment, besides... This sword, it was given by whom? It's of a high enough level to be the sword of a Master Swordsman."
"I won it from someone important."
"I see."
As Clovis turned around, he pulled a common spear from the Storage Ring. "I'm a spear user due to my size, so I don't have swords with me. Does this work?" He tossed a chrome-plated spear to Dante.
"Yes, it's a good weapon." He said and thought briefly, 'Should I tell him?' but quickly shook his head.
"You can keep it for now; my brother said it was a failure, so it's no problem." Clovis replied as he turned around again.
"If this is a failure, I don't know what a good weapon is anymore," Dante replied and placed it between his shoulders.
"Who are you going to fight?" Clovis asked lightly as he began to search for some things in his spatial ring.
"That wolf." He answered calmly.
"You seem confident."
"Ah? No, I'm going to kill him." Dante said lightly, and Clovis turned around. "Are you serious?"
"Hmm, yes? He didn't want to start this little show? He can deal with the consequences." Dante replied as he walked away with the spear in his hands.