After almost six months of training with Morgana, he was now heading to Scarlet Territory. Naturally, he could simply teleport with Morgana's help, but he decided to go by carriage while enjoying the scenery of the Witch's Kingdom. He had heard about the academy; previously called the Royal Academy, the rulers decided to change the na to sothing more fitting.
So, with the high inco the Academy generated, several rchants began building establishnts near the academy.
When the Academy was completed two and a half years ago, a city ford around it. The city was nad Kryoris, and thus the academy's na was chosen: Kryoris Academy, where all the geniuses gathered.
At this mont, there was only a month left for Dante to enter this famous academy, but the reality was that he didn't rush his steps; he just wanted to see his "mother." Dante had been traveling by carriage for a week, and halfway there, a problem occurred.
The carriage stopped, and a small commotion unfolded outside. Normally, Dante wouldn't care, but he decided to step out of the carriage and see what was happening. Dante then opened the carriage, and the Scarlet Valkyries looked at Dante with fearful eyes. Dante didn't understand initially, but then he looked ahead.
A carriage with a symbol of a silver heart was in front of him. Dante imdiately rembered the small display his mother made when he was only a few weeks old. The symbol was vivid in his head; after all, he saw Asta's expression after being crushed by his mother.
As Dante was about to say sothing, a young master ca out of the carriage with a scowl on his face. The boy was the sa age as Dante, but his body was much less developed than the red-haired boy. He had silver hair and wore noble attire. Dante ignored him and looked at the Scarlet Valkyrie expedition leader; her na was Bruna.
"Bruna, what happened?" Dante looked at her with a reddish gaze in his eyes, and Bruna pointed to one of her Valkyrie sisters, who had an organ pierced by a stake.
"They attacked?" Bruna didn't respond with words, only with a nod; she wasn't much of a talker.
"Guldir, are you okay?" Dante asked, looking at the girl a little younger than the others; she had blonde hair and brown eyes and looked like a war maiden who had just undergone training.
"I'll heal soon," Guldir replied with a bit of bitterness, her first expedition, and she was already wounded. "I didn't ask that, Guldir." Dante said as he pointed his hand at Guldir and said in a low voice, "Sacred Healing," Guldir's body was enveloped in a red aura, and soon she was healed.
"Strength isn't everything, Guldir; your safety cos first." Dante said as he turned to see the aggressor. A man on horseback, he was of advanced age and looked like a trained Common Vampire.
"Finish off this brat and return to the convoy," the arrogant youth said, looking into Dante's eyes with a hint of malice. "Right." The soldiers spoke, and before they could do anything, pressure fell on the entire ground; all the soldiers began to kneel, and Dante's eyes glowed like dragon flas. Dante looked again at the scared young man and asked a question.
"What's your na?" The boy didn't respond, so Dante had no other choice. "I'll rember this." He said, and when several fire spears pierced the bodies of all the soldiers present. Even the soldier on the horse wasn't spared; his head was cut off, and his horse was handed over to the flas. The only one who wasn't hit was the child who was now freaking out in anger.
"You! Get up!" He roared as he prepared to fight Dante by drawing a sword. "Don't draw a weapon if you're not ready to fight." The sword was taken from the boy, and it burned until it disappeared. "Don't attack those who haven't attacked you." Dante punched and broke the boy's nose. "Third lesson.
Stop pretending to be strong." Dante punched again, breaking the boy's arms; then, he set fire to the carriages, leaving the still-living soldiers without a ans of transportation. Even in the Vampire State, it doesn't an you can flaunt your authority everywhere.
All of this could have been avoided if Dante chose to travel with the Scarlet Crest on the carriage or if noble vampires weren't so arrogant, but now they would pay for not correctly identifying their enemies. Dante turned to the Valkyries who were sowhat surprised by the unfolding battle, or rather... the massacre. Well, he was the son of their master; it made sense for him to be strong...
But not this strong!
"Let's go, girls," Dante said as he entered the carriage again.
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