Dante didn't understand where his anger was coming from. He had made a mistake, true, but he had good intentions. The right intentions. He did what he believed needed to be done, knowing what might happen if he hadn't done anything. But then-
'Damn it…'
How was he supposed to know that she was the real one? People wear masks to hide things, and they certainly don't wear masks of themselves.
[It was a rather unexpected development.] Volcan said.
'Shut up!' Dante snapped. 'And how the hell did you not notice she was a Sorcerer!!? You met her a few dozen times already!'
[My apologies. From what I have witnessed earlier, it seems that she is capable of suppressing her Aether signature to such an extent that she appears like a normal human.]
'Damn it!'
