In the middle of a blizzard that was falling down a frozen wasteland, Dante gritted his teeth as he walked along the icy ground.
The warlock was wearing a set of black robes and a hoodie. His eyelashes were frozen, and his fingers looked ice-bitten.
A giant demon with long horns burrowed from the icy ground, prompting Dante to cast a spell that released a black thunder from his palm, leaving a gaping hole in the demon's chest.
"Beatrice…" Dante muttered, clenching his robe and tightening it to get slightly warr, continuing on his path ahead.
Suddenly, the warlock opened his eyes and found himself in his room with an unamused expression.
*Sigh* "Another nightmare, huh?" he muttered to himself before standing up from the bed.
After healing Zac's mother from her curse, the warlock returned ho and went to bed early as he didn't feel like talking. Nevertheless, he was feeling more energetic that morning.
When he went downstairs, Sophia was preparing breakfast and told Dante that Zac had stayed at the hospital the previous night.
"I see… I should go check on them," said Dante, taking a bite from his croissant.
"I'll go with you. I don't have class today…" Sophia joined.
When they arrived, they were pleasantly surprised to see Zac's mother sitting straight up on her bed, eating the food from the tray with a smile on her face.
The redhead sat beside her bed, his eyes gleaming with happiness at seeing his mother in such good health.
"Oh, hey, guys!" Victoria greeted the pair, arriving at the hospital room with a bag.
"I was just getting so water and snacks…" the brunette continued.
"Tori, I thought you were ho!" Sophia exclaid.
Victoria chuckled with a little embarrassnt, saying that she returned to the hospital in the middle of the night as she was worried for Zac and ended up spending the night there.
Zac noticed his friends at the door and urged them to co in, wanting to introduce his mother to the group.
"Ah, you must be Dante!" The woman happily exclaid when she spotted the warlock.
"It's a pleasure to et you, Miss…" Dante politely replied, approaching the bed and bowing slightly in respect.
The woman playfully chuckled. "I've heard so much about you. It seems like you truly are a polite young man…" she said.
"I'm Clara Pearce. Thanks for being such good friends with my son," the woman continued with a solemn tone.
Dante seed slightly surprised at Clara's words when he felt his hand being clasped by the lady.
Clara Pearce could have been considered a "young" mother, as she was only forty-three years old, and Dante felt like the woman's hands were incredibly soft and warm.
The warlock smiled gently. "I should be the one thanking him…" he said.
"Dear, thanks to you, I get to spend more ti in this world… I'm sorry I put you through so much trouble," Clara comnted, almost whispering.
'What is this feeling?' Dante pondered, sensing a positive emotion that he couldn't recognize.
"No worries, Miss. I was only doing what I could for my friend…" the warlock replied, trying to diminish the importance of his accomplishnt.
Clara clasped Dante's hand a bit tighter. "You truly are a kind man…" she said, her tone sowhat somber.
"You've worked hard, haven't you?" The woman asked, her question slightly shocking Dante.
It was as if the woman knew everything about the warlock's life, or at least that's how Dante felt. However, he was sure that there was no way for Clara to be aware of that information.
At that mont, the warlock faintly gasped as he understood her point of view.
'I get it now…' Dante thought.
Clara didn't need to know anything about him to see the hardships he had endured, and the woman was so genuine with her feelings that the positive energy he felt was the "love of a mother."
Dante gently smiled, placing his other hand on top of the woman's, who was still clasping his hand sowhat tightly.
It was the first ti in his life that he felt the love of a mother being directed at him, all coming directly from Clara, who barely even knew him.
"Thank you," Dante said in a soft tone of voice.
The rest of the group in the room weren't sure why Dante was grateful to the lady, but Clara simply smiled back at him.
"I'm glad. The color around you changed…" the redhead woman comnted, catching Dante's attention.
"The color around ?" the warlock asked aloud, prompting Clara to nod.
"Mom, what do you an?" Zac interjected.
"Miss Clara… Can you see those colors around everyone?" Dante calmly asked the woman.
After confirming the warlock's suspicions, he placed a hand on his chin as he delved into his thoughts.
Clara said that ever since she woke up without her illness, she was able to see colors around people, and the woman could intuitively tell that the colors matched a person's emotions.
"Zac… Sohow, your mom developed a warlock's sight," Dante said to his friend, shocking the redhead.
"Those colors she sees are the umbra and positive energy flowing from people… It must have been so kind of effect from Astaroth's blood," the warlock continued, pondering different theories about how it could have happened.
"Interesting!" Camille exclaid, loudly entering the room with gan walking behind her.
"Oh, Cami, you are here!" Sophia greeted the handler.
The platinum-haired woman confidently approached Clara on the bed, introducing herself as Camille Winter, expecting a reaction from the redhead.
However, Clara was seemingly hypnotized by Camille's deanor. "Such a beautiful young lady…" she muttered.
Camille blushed slightly after hearing the complint and explained that she wanted to offer Clara a job.
However, now that the handler knew that she had other abilities, she reconsidered the position she was offering.
"I had heard from your son that you used to take on cleaning jobs, so I thought you could work with my maid team… But I think you might be a better addition to the Zeta Team," Camille explained.
The Zeta Team was a group of researchers led by Paige, and knowing that the scientist would be delighted to have a woman with otherworldly abilities on her team, she offered her the position.
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