Chapter 90: External Events

A day had passed, and Dante allowed events to unfold as he simply relaxed. He learned, through Morgana, that there would be a school-wide festival - a winter festival not only to celebrate the first semester but also to "Honor the Departed."

Yes, they were organizing a festival to honor the dead from the Dungeon, who, in this case, were very much alive.

In summary, the festival was orchestrated by the rulers' children, who coincidentally suggested a festival at the end of the semester to "mark the evolution of the youth." Quite convenient, isn't it?

Dante viewed it as one thing: celebrating his death.

So, he decided to embrace the event. Since it was to celebrate death, they would celebrate it in grand style.

In the morning, he handed Morgana all the wolf skins he had managed to acquire, and he gave Valentina Lilith's Horn for her to take to the Dwarf King to make a spear for him. In this case, she would use one of the favors she had saved for the protection of the Dwarven Kingdom.

Yes, Valentina had officially been the protector of the Dwarves for many years. In return, they would offer their services, and she would offer her labor, with Hellsing and herself, if necessary. Of course, no one knew about this agreement. After all, if they knew, Valentina would be associated with the Dwarven Kingdom, which would limit her freedom.

Not that she cared, but now that she had Dante, she didn't want to hear rumors that she and the Dwarf King were "more than friends." There were other reasons, but she didn't bother to mention them to Dante. In fact, he didn't even care. He just wanted a new spear since he didn't have one of his own.

While all this unfolded, a little girl was in her room getting ready. For the past four, almost five months, since Dante had left, she had been trying to go through the days without dwelling too much on what had happened. The contract with Durandal broke in the last month, and then her hopes died.

She heard that the searches had stopped and that Morgana had been completely absent from the Tower for the last month.

She was now getting ready for Herbology class, but she had almost no enthusiasm. She would rather stay in bed all day and not give life to her thoughts. She just wanted to cease to exist.

Sara had already gone through several stages of grief. First, she denied it, using every possible excuse to create a reality in which Dante returned alive. She honestly thought he would open the door at any moment, appear with his gentle smile on his face, and hug her. Sara dreamt about it for weeks, but soon her reality started to crumble with the passing of the first month.

This led to extreme anger. She began to take it out on the people around her, especially Akiko, who became the target of her rudeness, with dubious remarks that didn't truly reflect who she was. This was too much for Akiko, who ended up distancing herself for a few days, but eventually returned.

After all, she couldn't let her childhood friend go through this alone, even when she lost her mother, Sara was by her side, and she decided to do the same.

"Akiko, good morning," Sara said with a crooked smile. Every day, Akiko woke up early and went to see how Sara was. She helped her make breakfast and cheered her up.

"Good morning," she said, making a V with her fingers, then entering the apartment.

"You know, using makeup to hide the dark circles isn't working," Akiko teased Sara and held her hand, pulling her and grabbing the bag Sara ended up bringing along and pulling out a sponge.

"Come here, let me fix that," she ordered with a smile, and Sara followed her. She didn't have much of a choice.

"Your mother contacted me," Akiko commented while fixing Sara's dark circles. "What did she say?" She questioned.

"Morgana returned to the tower, with no apparent success," Akiko said with sorrow, and Sara had no reaction. "I figured, Durandal disconnected a while ago."

"It wasn't just Morgana who returned," Akiko said a bit lower, she knew what it meant to mention that woman's name in vain and thought it better not to mention it, as many problems would soon arise.

"What happened?" Sara asked. "The Grand Duchess Scarlet... Cut off the Director's arm, she almost killed him actually. He went into a coma," Akiko reported with sorrow.

"Good for him," Sara said, without remorse or emotion, just pure gratitude. "The cause of this incident was his irresponsibility. Unfortunately, he's still alive," she added, showing zero empathy for the Director. Not that she was wrong, but this was something even Akiko knew was hard for Sara to say.

"Are you sure that's how you feel?" Akiko questioned, but got nothing but "It's still too early to feel happy about an arm being chopped off. If she already knows what happened, get ready for a mass genocide, and I will personally go to her to tell her what I know," Sara said and looked at Akiko firmly.

"They must die, no matter the cost," Sara said, her gaze seemed like an abyss. Akiko was scared, as if she was seeing a demon in front of her. She felt a chill down her spine.

"Sara, what's so great about that boy that you're like this? You're possessed, it's like you're someone else, I hardly recognize you," Akiko said.

"I loved someone, that's what happened. I decided to give myself to someone who gave me what I wanted, gave me something to strive for, gave me a reason to continue. My life was irrelevant until I met him. I had a will to live when I was with him, and that was for a short time, and I'm like this now. You'll never understand, you'll never understand because this is the fault of My Virtue.

Let me be, I'll never get better and I'll only feel good when the guilty are exterminated," Sara said with sorrow and looked into Akiko's eyes.

Sara's possessiveness was starting to get out of control.