"Velryna, your aunt is really kinky," he commented, finally revealing to Velryna, in an extremely embarrassing moment for Aldria, that she was her true aunt.
"A-Aunt?!" She quickly asked. Her mother died when she was younger, so she didn't know about the hidden surname. After all, Aldria was the intelligence chief. If they knew that the woman had a weakness like a niece, she would be the first target, even being a princess.
"Hm?" Dante saw that scene. "Wasn't it obvious? Or did you think it was normal for a 'stepmother' to take responsibility for a Kingdom just for you to have fun with your husband?" He spoke quickly, and almost all the puzzles in Velryna's small head connected. She couldn't help but look at Aldria with a complicated gaze... especially because of the situation she was in.
"There, now two problems have been solved with one stone. What's the next topic, folks?" Dante asked. He was preparing for his next plans, which involved only one thing: having fun.
"I have a problem," Nafiri raised her hand. Everyone looked at her, expecting her to continue, so she did. "Some nobles st--" Before she could finish, "Kill them," Dante said, without even thinking twice. "But killing them would be probl--" "Just kill them," he replied again.
Nafiri trembled with anger as she tried to speak and was stopped by this huge idiot, but she tried again. "Dante, not everything can be solved with mur--" Again she was cut off, "Will it be solved if they die? If so, just kill them," he replied and most of the women were shocked. After all, Dante would try to resolve things peacefully...
well, most of the time he would try to be like that, but now he didn't care.
Nafiri heard that with her mouth open, not even knowing what to respond. Then her loyal squire spoke for her. "The problem, Master Dante, is that many nobles do not want a demon king as ruler, and also, the inquisition and the church of light want to purge him for being evil." She said, much calmer than Nafiri naturally is.
This made Dante admire her a little more, after all, he treated Misty as Nafiri's servant, not as a woman with potential. Something he really was right to do. This dark elf was an excellent sarcastic who criticized and laughed at her boss most of the time.
"She's a good acquisition. Would she work for me?" He wondered. Since it seemed that Misty didn't care about money... "Well, we'll negotiate later," he concluded.
"First of all, I don't rule anything. I'm a free spirit who wants to enjoy peace, okay? I've always wanted that since I was fourteen, but problems chase me, just like crazy women," he said. That phrase hit all the women in that place, even Nafiri, Misty, Mercedes, and Aldria, who weren't his, felt it like a sword being thrust into their backs.
"Second, say that the Archangel of Sara Vortex of Humility approved the relationship," Dante commented, and Sara looked at him in a judgmental tone. "It's ugly to use someone's name who isn't even here to start the conversation," she commented, and Dante looked at her. "Velryna's father went to heaven, you know? Who helped was the Heavenly Father.
"Let's start preparations, I need to get my beautiful first wife out of this shitty cube. My love, could you let me talk to my mother-in-law?" Dante asked Morgana, who was startled, everyone looked at Dante with a serious look. "Hey, what's this? I just want to bring Valentina back!" He quickly tried to explain, but these women's minds...
"Dare to flirt with my mother and you'll turn into demon king pudding!" Morgana was the first to speak. "That's right, flirt with her and I'll cut off what you have inside your legs!" Sara spoke next. However... "Do that and you'll die along with him, we haven't even tried him out yet!" The most perverted, of course, Vex quickly threatened Sara...
"Where have I ended up..." Mercedes in the distance commented, she wasn't one for many words and was completely focused on killing the members of the demonic cult that interfered in her life and used her. At the same time, another lonely woman stood by her side. "Tell me about it... I should've stayed in the Spiritual realm," Voralith commented, she was going through... a difficult time currently.
Well, our dear Dante now had to manage very well what he did, however, in another hemisphere...
"Hey, big guy, where are you going?" One dwarf mocked the other, they looked very much alike and were almost identical in a way, but one was much younger. "My friend just revived, you want me to stay stuck in a forge with this beauty of a Lance in my hands waiting for a decent owner? Hahaha, that's a blacksmith's honor!" He roared loudly, shaking the forge they were in slightly.
"So, are you going to deliver your masterpiece to a Demon King?" His father asked with a mischievous smile and he just smiled back, "Weapons are made to be used by their masters, do you think anyone in this world other than a Scarlet would use this?" He questioned, his father, however, agreed firmly, after all, this Lance was special.
"Tell me about the trip when you come back, Clovis," the dwarf King said and his son nodded, placing the Lance back on its pedestal and in its box, or rather, sealing the Lance again... "Glad you kept that, it keeps causing those strange tremors," Baskev said smiling.
It wasn't different from what was happening in all the other hemispheres of the Two Planets. Let's say that the uproar of a Demon King physically reviving brought an unusual Chaos to all... Including... for a woman who was fighting against these forces of evil...
"That bastard dared to revive to take my daughter and my subordinate!" She shouted, making the entire imperial palace tremble. Lyrianna... was not happy with how things were unfolding...
The reason? Dante Scarlet.
"It's not enough to mistreat her for ten years, run both their heads, he returns as if nothing had happened and as a Demon King? DAMN SCARLET!" She shouted, her scream caused tremors throughout the Imperial city...
"I haven't seen the Empress like this since the princess stole her legendary weapon, how many years ago was that?" One of the guards questioned, hearing all of Lyrianna's yelling. "Hmm... let's see, Lady Sara was fifteen? Probably ten years ago..." The other responded thoughtfully...