Chapter 60: My Darling!

What happened was a scene of complete destruction and chaos. Dante, in an uncontrollable fit of anger, unleashed a true massacre in the arena. His behavior went beyond mere fighting; he left behind a trail of devastation and death wherever he went.

Mutilated bodies and spilled blood were scattered throughout the entire arena, creating a scene of horror and despair. Nurses and healers were quickly called to provide assistance, but the carnage caused by Dante was beyond the capacity of any medical aid.

Those who witnessed the event were shocked, unable to comprehend the brutality and fierceness of what they had just seen. Dante became a terrible version of what he always wanted to avoid, clearly showing that his rage knows no bounds.

A fury that never extinguished; that was the reaction they had when they looked at that scene. Nothing and no one could disagree about the sovereignty he imposed in that duel; even the geniuses were crushed like flies.

It was as if a demon had been summoned in those few moments. It wasn't more than ten minutes, and over a hundred opponents were annihilated; a unilateral and consequential fight that said only one thing: Do not challenge me.

That was the message everyone felt. Dante was cruel and merciless, fitting the title that Professor of Spiritual Arts Akemi announced: The Demon King.

When the dust settled, only one scene remained etched in the minds of all the students: Seraphina Nightfall being tortured in front of her own mother.

As Dante described, Titania watched as her daughter had her four limbs severed and her wings removed by Dante's hands, without any mercy. This scene devastated several young individuals, who suddenly suffered traumas upon witnessing such torture being inflicted.

On the other hand, upon hearing what Dante recounted, they perfectly understood his position. He had been banished from the Spiritual Realm, which would be the end for a mage, as many used spiritual energy to replenish and strengthen spells. Dante lost access to the Spiritual Realm because Titania willed it so, and this had consequences.

She couldn't retaliate, as her father warned her, and she also couldn't simply avenge her daughter, as she would not only have problems with the Spiritual Realm, but also with That Familiar who wanted Dante, as well as the Nine Rulers who decided to distance Titania from the Non-Aggression Pact.

That's right, as punishment... The Fairy Realm became an enemy of all the Realms after an act of betrayal and breaking of agreements.

Unlike Titania, Morgana and Valentina were individuals whom the group of rulers needed. Morgana was a great mage who had developed many magical theories, and Valentina was a God Slayer with a Divine Weapon. Compared to Titania, who was only a Fairy with Infinite Spiritual Power, she was nothing.

That's why she condemned her entire realm because she wanted to prevent a boy from entering the Spiritual Realm.

On one hand, it was right to do so, after all, the Familiar who desired Dante was someone very special. However, by doing so, everything went downhill. Titania is now considered a Fallen Queen.

This represents the overall context of what was happening, and the current reality?

"I found..." The redhead said as she looked at Dante in the Arena, his whole body covered in blood and Nagasawa placing her hands on his shoulder.

"Found what, Katarina?" Aren said, seeing Katarina's feline eyes almost popping out of her face.

"That" She said and jumped into the Arena.

"My Darling!!" she repeated with a possessive expression, holding onto him firmly.

Despite the embarrassing situation, Dante tried to maintain his composure, though he felt a surge of discomfort brewing within. He couldn't afford to show it, so he began to act coldly in an attempt to deter her. He knew he had to handle the situation delicately to prevent further turmoil in the already chaotic arena, so he continued his efforts to push her away.

"Please, Miss Katarina, you need to let me go," Dante said, keeping his tone calm despite the escalating tension around him. "I am not yours."

Meanwhile, Professor Nagasawa observed the scene with a mix of disbelief and frustration. She knew she needed to intervene before the situation spiraled even further out of control, but Katarina's determined grip, indicated by the pulsating veins, suggested she wasn't going to give up easily.

With a mischievous smile stretching from ear to ear, Katarina tightened her embrace around Dante, ignoring his attempts to break free, squeezing him tightly.

"Don't worry, Darling" she said in a soft yet confident voice. "I am far superior to that indecisive little princess who can't make up her mind about you," Katarina remarked, her eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity. It seemed as though a beast had been unleashed, and she was resolute in not allowing Dante to escape under any circumstances.

Meanwhile, the crowd in the arena continued to watch a scene they never would have imagined, torn between bewilderment and excitement at the unusual and frightening spectacle unfolding before them.

With a sudden movement, Katarina tilted Dante's head back and kissed him with startling intensity, surprising not only Dante but also everyone around them. Their lips met in a bold and passionate gesture, at least from Katarina's part.

The kiss was so unexpected and charged with energy that the air seemed to grow heavier around them, as if the very atmosphere was reacting to the intensity of the moment. Spectators in the stands became even more shocked, some choking on the scene, while others watched with fear or disapproval.

Dante was momentarily stunned by Katarina's audacity, his thoughts slightly sabotaging him, even as he tried to break free, Katarina held him firmly, showing that she was thousands of times stronger than him, as if he were trapped in a straitjacket.

After a moment that seemed to last an eternity, Katarina finally released Dante, leaving him breathing heavily and trying to process what he had just experienced. Katarina's eyes gleamed with a mixture of determination and provocation as she observed the reactions of everyone around.

"You're insane?!" Dante managed to articulate, still stunned by the surprise kiss.

"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" Katarina teased, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. "After all, now that I've claimed you as mine, I can do whatever I want with you. I've marked you with my scent," she said, massaging her lips with her finger, her words echoing in Dante's mind, leaving him without any reaction he could muster, as if everything had turned white and he had lost himself.

Meanwhile, a crowd continued in a state of shock, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.

Dante... well, now he knew he could be killed for real if Valentina or Morgana saw such an act with their own eyes, and knowing those two wicked women... Dante's days were numbered until he encountered them again.

Dante turned slightly and watched Katarina walk away, he cursed softly as he wished she would somehow die because he would be the one to die, but then Katarina turned around and said something that made Dante blush slightly.

"That was your reward for the victory, maybe I'll reward you with something more later," he read Katarina's lips as he tried not to react, but it was impossible. A beautiful woman like her saying something like that would leave anyone excited.

Of course, except Dante. He's married... well... can we negotiate about this?