Five days was the ti Dante had to prepare. In reality, it was only two days, as he knew that the mont he laid eyes on Nagasawa and Sara, his world would shatter slightly. While all this was happening, he reached an agreent with Nafiri.
"So, is this our deal?" she questioned, confirming that all the main points of the contract were correct, sothing Dante, of course, wouldn't leave loose ends.
"Yes, although I wanted to be your boss, I think it's better if we work separately. I wouldn't be of help beyond my na, so I'll make you an ambassador if that's what you desire," Dante said, and she nodded, explaining her point.
"When all this is over and you're done, your na will echo throughout the world and many people, good and bad, will co after you. As the Demon King, your na will be popular. Good and evil will be re foolish things. If we weigh it all out, a Demon King equals a Ruler. Although you don't have lands, your na has power, and you have been resurrected.
This will be a major factor in exploding popularity. Gold will co pouring in," she said, her eyes gleaming in gold, like bars of gold and dollar signs. If Dante were still an Earthling, he'd call her a businesswoman or, better, a loan shark.
"Damn, does this woman only think about money?" he cursed, seeing that sinister look. As he glanced sideways, he saw Nafiri's subordinate, Misty, wearing the sa disgusted expression as Dante.
"Well, at least I'm not the only one thinking it. Your own subordinate has the sa look," he said sowhat relieved and asked her, "So what are you going to do now?"
"Hm? ? I'm going to fulfill our agreent.
I'll start taking over the comrcial part of this side of the kingdom heading towards the palace, and you'll kill the future emperor for , completely destabilizing the economy," she said, as if it were simple, as if it were really just a matter of going there and doing it, sothing that left Dante and Misty wide-eyed with surprise at how casually Chakal spoke as if it were no big deal.
"This woman is truly crazy about money..." was the only thing Dante could think, and this thought led him to a very old mory.
For a second, he saw so of the statues of the witches from the White Tower, especially the one nad "Fortune."
He shook his head quickly and returned to normal, looking at a businesswoman focused on her thoughts, as if Dante wasn't even there anymore.
"Is she always like this?" Dante asked Misty, while Nafiri simply had no idea where she was anymore. She was already mumbling business plans on how to dominate the entire imperial economy.
"Well... she's a trader, isn't she?" she questioned. In fact, little did she know, but Nafiri had a certain obsession with gold.
"Was she poor or sothing? I get that money is important, but this is madness," Dante said, pointing to the woman in front of him, who seed to be in complete loop, her eyes spinning dollar signs like the cars of the 80s on Earth.
"Well, better obsessed with money than with a man, right?" she questioned, and Dante was left speechless. So, he just stood up to test a certain theory he had about demi-humans.
After the experiences with Vex's little tail... he was... curious, let's say.
"Let's see what happens with you... money pouch," he thought and lightly lowered his hand to stroke Nafiri's ears, which quickly elicited a reaction.
"KYAAAAA!!! Get your hands off !" She shouted, completely abandoning her business-like mafia posture and turning into just an embarrassed woman...
Misty observed the scene with a neutral expression on her face, a completely natural and unforced poker face, then she concluded about Nafiri.
"See? It's better for her to be obsessed with money than with a man. Look how decent she appears? That doesn't fit my lady's style," said Misty, pointing at Chakal, who held her ears while all her tanned complexion turned completely visible with a blush.
"I prefer her like this, imposing and cute. She's my type," Dante said as he turned to leave.
The two remained silent for a few seconds as Dante left, and Misty and Nafiri looked at each other, finally.
"Did he say what I heard?" Nafiri asked incredulously, and Misty, who shared her reaction, nodded in agreent.
"He said I'm his type?" She questioned the faithful employee, and again, a nod. She sighed deeply and slouched lazily in the chair.
"I don't want such trouble in my life... Please, higher entity we call God, keep away from this problem... Money is enough for !" She prayed in front of Misty, who looked at her unable to understand what she was saying. Wasn't it just a passing phrase? Why did she care so much?
Far from there, a carriage arrived much earlier than expected... Sothing that couldn't be described as a simple advancent, but rather as a setback.
"We arrived very quickly, thank you, Simon," said Sara, as she descended from the carriage to introduce herself at the city gates. When she touched the ground, her whole body received a surge of energy and perception. Several kiloters away, she felt an extrely dangerous aura.
Nagasawa noticed that she had beco completely static, and when she got out of the carriage, she received the sa shock, as if the whole world had stopped and focused on just one place, an aura, an extrely dangerous aura.
"Did you feel that?" Sara asked, and Nagasawa said, "Yes, an aura... of a Demon, and not just any demon." She affird, and Simon looked at them.
"What are you talking about? There's no aura," he comnted, and the two turned and said in unison, "You're not feeling that? Over there!" They pointed, and Simon expanded his aura.
"Nothing, you're confusing sothing," he said, and they looked at each other, clearly feeling sothing, sothing very deep and dangerous.
"It wasn't an illusion... That reminded of... Dante," Nagasawa thought, her mories in that dungeon slowly returning as she felt even more familiarity in the aura she had felt just now.
Different from Sara, who only felt an extre chill of pure terror, hatred, and... Revenge.
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