On that day, I felt confused. The voices in my head had shifted slightly; before, I would hear the voice of the old Dante, but now... I only heard the voice of a woman. Yes, a feminine voice; that's how I was now. Initially, I only thought of the worst, but it was reassuring to know that at so point, I could completely change my appearance.
Despite finding comfort in having a new identity now, after all, I was dead. It would be strange to show up as a woman at Vlad's castle door and say, "Hello Vlad, it's , Dante Scarlet. I died and reincarnated. How about letting get my Valentina back?" The likelihood of simply being killed by him was enormous.
"Ah, co on... I have so much to do," I said aloud, turning around, raising my hand, and pulling a change of clothes from the spirit ring... I was naked and sweaty. Due to my concentration, I hadn't noticed how dirty I was; the mud on the ground had already soiled my legs, butt, and hands.
Without any other choice, I made my way to the lake and bathed in nature. Although it was sowhat barbaric to bathe outdoors without any ans of hygiene like soap and shampoo to wash my long white hair, I had no other options.
Nevertheless, at least I knew they were safe, even though Valentina had been sealed; she would probably co out whenever she pleased, if she hadn't already in the past ten years. I knew the others were safe, which really made apprehensive about Valentina, who was a ticking ti bomb that could destroy this entire world at any mont.
Another thing that bothered was the Virtue of Justice, the woman who killed in this world. I hold no grudges, but I'm sure the order to kill wasn't from her.
"Ah~" I sighed as I got up from the stream and dried myself with one of the towels inside the spirit ring. Finally... I dressed.
There I was, in the middle of the jungle, staring at so sort of wardrobe I had taken out of the spatial ring, filled with clothes that now seed so strange and distant to . Unfortunately, as punishnt, the Administrator hadn't given anything other than various feminine clothes and accessories, without anything "unisex" that I could normally wear.
"Okay, let's do this. It's just a dress. It's not like it's a rocket ship, right?" I said to myself, encouragingly. But the truth was, it felt like I was launching a rocket to the moon. The first attempt was disastrous, a complete ss. I wrapped myself in the fabric in a way that made look like a mummy.
"Damn, how is this possible?" I nervously laughed, but I knew I had to keep going. With a little more calm, I tried again, but now more prepared, well, not so prepared. Fortunately, I managed to get dressed.
[Illustration of the new appearance]
I put on a white dress, matching my new hair, along with two pairs of golden earrings that accentuated my eyes. Despite being a man in essence, that couldn't be further from the case on the outside, and to avoid suspicion, I had to act accordingly, thus assuming the role of a new person.
I didn't need makeup or anything like that; after all, Voralith was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life. I looked at myself in the water's reflection and arranged my hair in a way that seed tidy. I didn't have combs or anything like that to fix it, so I did my best.
Once again, I returned to the wardrobe and opened the bottom drawers and looked heavily at it... various high heels. Was it possible to walk without looking like a clumsy flamingo?
"Well, there's only one way to find out," I thought, grabbing a pair that seed less threatening. I slipped my feet into the shoes and took a few uncertain steps around the room. The feeling was strange and unbalanced, as if walking on stilts. "Okay, it's not as easy as it looks," I murmured, almost tripping over a nearby branch.
After a few minutes of practice, I finally began to feel a little more confident in the heels.
"Well, at least I'm not feeling like a flamingo anymore," I joked to myself, trying to find so balance.
"Finally looking like a maiden," I heard from afar, the tiny White Dragon mocking .
"Haha, very funny," I retorted to its mockery.
"Please, stop, you laughing is very beautiful," Voralith said, of course it was mockery. "Annoying," I replied and turned around, storing everything in the spirit ring.
"Ready?" She questioned, already referring to in the feminine pronoun.
"Do I have a choice? Of course not," I replied dissatisfied. How could I be okay after this incredible problem she put in?
"Stop whining, you're a man! I an, you're a woman!" She said while slightly flashing an arrogant and skeptical smile.
"The First Feminist Dragon that ever existed," I said, and she looked at as if she were about to pounce, but she soon huffed. "Humph, and you weirdo, have you chosen a na yet? You can't use Dante Scarlet!" She said, sowhat annoyed.
"Feel free to do the honors," I said, I had no sense of nonclature to create nas, especially proper nas.
"Ziriel," she quickly said, as if she had that na in mind. "That was fast, where did that na co from?" I quickly questioned, and she looked at strangely but replied with her head down. "It was the na of my daughter," she comnted.
"I see..."
"Ziriel Azure, sounds like a good na," I said, and she looked at . "Azure?" She questioned. "Ziriel is soone you rember, and Azure is the na that reminds of soone."
Azure, the Queen of Clear Waters, the old codena of Sara Vortex.
"I see, then shall we go, Ziriel?" She said, and I nodded gently, heading towards the hills and forests in search of an exit. Anything would do; I just wanted to return to civilization and start my search for my wives again. Thus, the Demon King was defeated and Reborn to reclaim his beautiful wives. On this day, the new frenetic fla was born.
Ziriel Azure, the woman behind all the incidents ten years ago.
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