Chapter 59: Dante's Brutality

Sara was sitting in the infirmary while her mentor stood by her side. She slowly woke up after the exhausting mental strain that her Virtue had caused, the mental exhaustion causing serious internal damage, but now everything had settled peacefully in her mind.

"What's going on?" She questioned as she rose slightly and looked around. She could only see her mentor looking at her with a slight crooked smile.

"Do you really want to know?" Joana D'arc asked, and Sara nodded.

Her mentor then handed her a sphere, and she saw something she had been thinking about seeing the most. Bodies upon bodies fallen unconscious and visions of swords and spears colliding.

"What happened here?" She asked, and her mentor closed her eyes. Jeanne then began.

"He appeared in the Arena suddenly, stopped you from killing Elizabeth Tapes, and then... announced his identity," Jeanne commented and looked at Sara.

"The director changed the subject of the combat to [Eliminate the Demon King]. And all the first-year students attacked him together, and that... is what happened to them."

"Was I going to kill her?" Sara asked softly.

"Of course not, but let him think that was going to happen. The magic over the arena prevents any fatal injuries, even if he wants to kill, it won't be possible," Jeanne replied.

Sara quickly looked at the sphere and saw Dante screaming in pain as a sword cut his arm and a golden beam struck him.

"Is... he going to be okay?" Sara asked softly, and Jeanne couldn't answer. She just looked at Sara with a crooked smile.

"He's holding back," Sara commented, and Jeanne was slightly startled. "What do you mean by that?" She asked.

"Don't tell anyone you heard about this, that boy..." Sara felt guilty for revealing Dante's secret to Jeanne, but she couldn't hide anything from her mentor anymore.

"He has the Sacred Power of Heroic Traits," Sara said, and Jeanne raised her eyebrows and closed her eyes.

[Virtue of Justice: Soul Judgment] She used an ability derived from her virtue and analyzed the target: Dante Scarlet.

"H-how is that possible?" She stuttered slowly and wanted to ask her God about it, but she knew he wouldn't answer.

- - -

Many were defeated throughout this entire battle; incredibly, Dante still managed to stand his ground while facing Ethan, Alexander, and Owen alone.

The three of them surrounded him and now tried to stop him at all costs, yet the difference was too vast.

Dante was a complete beast while they were mere rats in comparison to him; the contrast was terrifying.

Crack

The ground began to crack, and a strong energy emanated from below, and several stone spikes emerged toward Dante, who managed to dodge them with a backward somersault.

But nothing could be done; he received a side blow in the form of a Golden Lightning, throwing him away.

He crashed onto the ground, creating a small crater; debris buried him, and the same stone magic came and held him, trying to swallow him.

"It's impressive..." Dante said as he lay on the ground, a golden flame beginning to envelop his entire body. "You disgust me," he said, and his entire body was healed.

"I guess that was a good warm-up," he said, then, with his spear, he stood up and looked at Alexander. "Now I understand a bit why vampires and werewolves hate each other. Truly, you're a piece of trash," Dante said, and with a strike, Alexander lost both arms and a leg.

"Good luck healing," Dante said and turned towards Forki, who was getting up. "You can stay down," he said and plunged the spear into his stomach, causing him to fall again.

"Hm... the little dog is gone, the giant too, the hot elf is unconscious, and only the icy elf and the fairy slut are left," Dante said, and before he could act again, the environment changed completely.

Dante held Seraphina firmly, displaying her before the sphere recording the event, her fairy wings gently shimmering in her human form.

"See this, Titania?" Dante said with a defiant tone, directing his message directly to the Fairy Queen. "This is your 'dear' subject, the 'fairy slut,' as you like to call her. Did you know she was here, fighting for her life, while you watched comfortably from afar?"

Dante looked directly at the sphere, his gaze filled with contempt and disdain. "Is this what you call leadership? Protecting your subjects? Allowing one of them to be attacked, injured, and humiliated while you hide in your tower?"

He squeezed Seraphina a little tighter in his hand, not enough to hurt her, but enough to show his power over her. "This is what happens when you break contracts, Titania. When you leave your subjects in danger, they find protection where they can."

Dante glanced back at the sphere, his expression full of challenge. "Now, what are you going to do about it? Will you continue hiding in your tower, or will you finally come down and face the consequences of your actions?"

He waited for a response, defiant, ready to face any consequences of his own actions.

A tear and a scream. Seraphina lost her two wings in the most brutal way possible. Then, Dante showed the girl's torn back, which was gushing blood, and he burned it.

"Never," Dante said, and his spear severed one of her arms.

"Break" he severed the other arm.

"One" he cut off Seraphina's foot.

"Contract!" He severed her other foot.

"Look there, smile," he said as he held the girl's face, who cried endlessly. "How about it? Do you like the consequences of banning me from the spiritual realm?"

"Tell her, little fairy," Dante encouraged her to speak, but she was desperate, and her physical body began to crumble. "Help me, mother," she said, and poof, her body exploded into light and returned to her fairy form; she was already unconscious.

"Hey, you fucking comedy. Wake up," he said, but nothing happened.

"WAKE UP!" He shouted, and she didn't react.

"Look, she can't wake up. Should I rip her head off to open her eyes? Hmmm, that's a good idea."

Dante's eyes were completely consumed, his hands, shoulders, and legs were already engulfed in black flames as if he were about to self-destruct; his madness reached a huge peak that he could no longer contain.

"Enough, boy," Nagasawa said, putting her hand on his shoulder. "You've won," she said, taking the body of the little fairy, who was in a state of hibernation.

"Oh, right," Dante said, regaining slight consciousness and everything returning to normal. "Next time, it will be death," he said with a terrifying smile. Titania, however, couldn't do anything at this moment.

But she will definitely kill this bastard.