Chapter 72: I Hate Wolves

"It must be a joke," Dante thought as he looked at what was in front of him: a pack of over fifteen wolves sizing up the vampire boy.

"Nagasawa, wake up already... it's been three days since you've been sleeping, stop being lazy," he mocked and lamented as he held the woman on his back.

"Sorry, teacher," Dante said and put her down on the ground, gripping Durandal in both hands.

Dante looked at the wolves that began to move slowly while snarling softly. They had red fur and all were slightly injured in some way.

They started to encircle Dante.

"Sorry, but I'm not going to wait for you guys." He lunged forward towards the smallest wolf in the pack, an easy target for someone wounded like him.

The wolf barely had time to react and was completely obliterated by Durandal's blade, splattering blood all over the area.

"One down, who's the next dead puppy?" Dante said, looking menacingly at the wolves.

Suddenly, he vanished. With his momentum, he attacked another wolf that tried to dodge but lost one of its legs.

ARHH! WOOF!

The others began to move quickly and attacked in unison. Dante, however, didn't wait to be hit. He started using Durandal with one hand while using the other to punch the wolves more swiftly.

ARHHG!

Dante managed to kill three more wolves and began to sweat from the heat, his exertion starting to hurt his upper limbs.

"I can't prolong the fight, my muscles haven't recovered," was his only thought, to end this useless fight quickly while focusing on protecting Nagasawa.

He began attacking the wolves uncontrollably, without avoiding unnecessary movements, and became a barbarian who only wanted to survive.

The sudden horizontal slash hit two more wolves. That made it 6 down.

"Sorry, I guess I've broken that rule... I can't afford to be picky about food," he said as he lay lightly on Nagasawa's shoulder, who was beside him.

Closing his eyes completely, he tried to rest, but he remained alert while being in this vast dungeon.

Everything was dark, and his eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the darkness. Dante woke up after more than six hours of sleep, relieved that nothing had happened. His main concern was Nagasawa.

He turned to the woman lying down and placed his hand on her forehead. Her fever had improved, but her arms... the arm that had been hit by the Guardian Golem was completely bruised, despite the small bandages he had made to keep it immobile. Perhaps it was too late.

"Damn it... I can't cut off your arm, I won't be able to stop the bleeding, and the damage from the fire could kill you..." He was at a standstill, not wanting to resort to the last option that came to mind.

Desperately, he searched for solutions to the problems, but now was not the time to hesitate.

"I'm sorry..." Dante said as he knelt beside Nagasawa's body. He held her hand gently and felt the pulse increasing before he could do anything.

Cough! Cough! Cough!

Nagasawa began coughing and convulsing, expelling a liquid from her throat that splattered over herself.

"Naga!" Dante acted quickly, lifting her body to prevent her from choking on the vomit, supporting her as she cleared her throat.

Cough! Cough!

"Where am I?" She asked, unable to see anything in the total darkness, only feeling someone holding her.

"It's me, Dante," he said. "You're in a cave. How are you feeling?"

"I can't see anything," she replied, confused and disoriented.

Dante then conjured a small flame between his hands to illuminate the surroundings.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," he said softly, trying to comfort her as she adjusted to the new situation.