MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC30: Preparations
Dante was getting ready at this moment, wearing a basic black suit as he looked at himself in the mirror. Vividly, he could see his past self: a boy with black hair and brown eyes, weak, barely able to stand, with dark circles suggesting weeks of sleep deprivation.
Contemplating that image, Dante almost vomited, fearing to return to his past and lose the people he loved in the present. Panting, he recovered and adjusted himself. Today was the day the academy would welcome the new freshmen.
Dante was eager to meet people his age but also afraid that everyone would be afraid of him. The shadow of his mother was too large for young Dante to step out of it at thirteen.
While getting ready, he felt a hug from behind, two long hands wrapping around his neck. He smiled when he saw the Witch's reflection in the mirror.
"Are you ready?" Morgana asked as she hugged him from behind.
"Yes, I'm excited," Dante replied, observing who he had become.
Dante, Dante Scarlet, Little Dante, Young Master, Lord Dante, Dear, Love, Husband. He could hear calmly in his head all the people he had met during his childhood calling him. Did he miss having friends? Of course not; he had the best employees and people close to him.
"Shall we?" Dante said as Morgana smiled, releasing her grip and walking beside him down the stairs.
When Dante reached the bottom, he saw Valentina wearing a red Chinese dress with a golden dragon carved on the side. He almost drooled at the sight of Valentina like that but managed to maintain his composure.
"Dante, before we go, we need to do something," Morgana said, and Valentina approached to explain.
"The information about you has already leaked to all the realms," Morgana said, displaying an article on a tablet. The headline read: "The Devastator will send her son to Kryoris Academy! The Scarlet heir will be in the first year!" with only a photo of Valentina and none of Dante.
"We made a pact with the rulers so that your face is not disclosed, not even to your heirs. Your identity is safe, and you can live your school life peacefully. However..." Morgana murmured, looking at Valentina.
"You cannot use our last name, or it will be obvious that it's you," Valentina said, staring at Dante, who had already understood what she meant.
"Take this." Morgana handed a small ID with Dante's photo, but his red hair was now black and long, resembling a Murim cultivator. Morgana pointed her hand at Dante, and his hair began to change, flourishing down to his waist, similar to Morgana's.
"Now you look like me, fufufu!" Morgana laughed, while Valentina was not happy at all.
"Tsk." Valentina bit her tongue, furious for "losing" even her son's appearance, which now resembled hers. It wasn't enough that she had to share with Morgana; now he even looked like her!
"Don't be jealous, my love," Dante said, drawing Valentina's attention, who bit her tongue again, stopping her from entertaining inappropriate thoughts.
"Dante, pay attention. The moment you step into Kryoris, you will be Dante Rider, a member of a declining noble vampire family in the realm," Morgana said, starting to explain.
"We talked, Valentina and I, and found it fair to alter your identity. If you use Scarlet in the name, many problems will arise, and we can't interfere with the academy to help you." Morgana said, looking deeply into Dante's eyes. Valentina decided to continue.
"Although we have the power to protect you, that would mean offending all the world rulers, and we can't handle that alone, at least until you graduate." Valentina said.
Dante was confused. He thought his mother was the most powerful of all time, didn't he?
"I know what you're thinking. You know how big the world is; don't underestimate or overestimate me, thinking I can handle everything, Dante." Valentina said, and Dante nodded.
"Alright." Dante agreed, and now it was the final stretch. Only one day was left.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC31: One Week Before
Tower of Nightmares, One Week Before.
Dante had no idea that this meeting was taking place.
"She is coming," Vlad said, feeling the world grow heavier.
From the ceiling, a crack in flames broke, and a red-haired woman emerged, floating like a god among mortals.
The Ten Rulers looked directly into the woman's eyes. Despite her monstrosity, none of them backed down. They were the pillars of the world, and that meant facing head-on even the most feared woman in the world, if necessary. To maintain peace, sacrifices could be made, and what everyone truly felt was caution and care because if a fight broke out, the entire place could be erased from history.
Titania, the Fairy Queen, with hatred in her eyes, stared directly with uncontrollable fury, letting her assassin's aura leak slightly. How could she not? She saw her loved ones, who once served her, die coldly at the hands of Valentina. She had so much bitterness that she would sacrifice her own existence to kill this woman if necessary.
Titania, as the Fairy Queen, is immortal. Even if her heart and powers are erased, she will always revive and return, as long as the Spirit Realm continues to support her. Her father is the current Spirit King, the Supreme Ruler of Spirits, and the being closest to the Primordials.
When facing Valentina, she vividly remembered her sisters being torn apart by a red-laced spear covered in runes and blood. The grudge against the two races she hated the most, vampires and dwarves, was immense, but it wasn't the time for that.
Valentina didn't let Titania's aura intimidate her and raised her killing intent even more. No one dared to open their mouths to speak during her arrival. She stood in the middle of the table in the center of all the Rulers, looking at them like garbage. And then she began her speech.
"I have only a few things to say, and I'll let you continue your pajama party in peace." A purple magic circle appeared behind her, and the amount of magic emanating from the magic circle was immense, putting the rulers on high alert.
The rulers prepared to fight, moved away from the table, but it was in vain. Black chains emerged from their chairs, holding them heavily, basically sealing them in their seats, preventing any kind of movement. Even Vlad, who was the calmest, found such actions from Valentina and her strange magic circle strange.
Everyone looked directly at Alice Arcane because only a mage like her could use this level of magic. However, they realized that even she was under the effect of the black chains. They were without their subordinates, so it couldn't be them who cast the spell. Thus, the origin of the magic was revealed. From the magic circle, a woman with black hair emerged.
She looked at everyone like Valentina, and then everyone fell silent.
"The information about my son is blocked. Anyone who makes any move against him with their heirs," Valentina said, looking at Vlad.
"Will have their family, kingdom, or whatever, eradicated," Morgana completed, as a hologram appeared showing all the cities ruled by these beings.
In the hologram, a magic circle could be seen. Everyone knew magic and how magic circles were made; the circle had 9 circles inside, so they understood... [Magic Class Apocalypse: Meteor Shower]
"My son is alone in the academy with a different surname. He will be without support, and my influence will not help him to be fair to all of you insignificant beings who I know want to antagonize a child," Valentina said, and then Gungnir was summoned.
"He is not me, so learn to value your existence if you want to make his life difficult intentionally. As for your heirs, they are free to do whatever they want with Dante. This fight is between the new generation, not the old," Valentina concluded.
"Morgana and I have decided that your children will go unpunished for any act they commit without your interference. As she said, this is between the new generation, and if you don't lower this stupid pride, it won't be just one Supreme Monster after your heads but Two," Valentina said.
"Farewell, vermin," Valentina said and disappeared, while Morgana stayed and looked at some who were still scared, like the Dwarf King.
"Pathetic," Morgana said, and as she was about to leave, she heard a voice.
"Do you intend to betray the Witches?" Alice said, looking at her daughter.
"I intend to be loyal to my husband, and if the witches cross the line, I will wipe them all out," Morgana replied, leaving some surprised by the declaration. Then, Morgana, a flock of crows surrounded Morgana, and she vanished into the wind.
Alice gave a slight smile as she looked at the others. The moment she got Morgana to say the words "My Husband," the status of the Witch Queen would rise to that of Valentina Scarlet's relative.
Ironically, it was more beneficial than negative, but it should be considered dangerous to maintain that status.
"Well, you heard," Vlad said normally. How could he deny it? He still owed Valentina for the achievements she once helped him with.
"At least she won't massacre our children if they offend her son," the Giant King said as he got up to leave.
"Although I find it extreme, it's better to have this than nothing. It will help our descendants grow," the Elf Queen said.
"Whatever, my son will end up killing him," the Werewolf King said.
"I wouldn't count on that, at least not anymore," Vlad replied.
"What do you mean, Vlad?" the Werewolf King questioned.
"He trained a lot," Vlad replied.
"My son also trained a lot," he replied with a scowl.
"What he meant is who trained him," the Dwarf King said.
"Yes, that's right," the Demi-Human King replied.
"The greatest destructive mage and the most feared woman in the world, who is a grandmaster with a spear," Alice said.
"The boy may not have talent," the Werewolf King tried to argue, but no one took him seriously.
"Your arrogance will kill you, old man. You have to learn to set aside that pride; otherwise, you really will have to pass your title to your eldest son sooner than expected," Vlad was the last to respond before disappearing into bats.
The Werewolf King stood there, static, thinking about the conversation as everyone left. "I'm getting too old," he murmured as he got up.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC32: The freedom I wanted
Dante was immersed in thoughts as he was escorted by a group of mercenaries his mother had previously hired to ensure his son's safety.
Despite trusting his son's abilities, the world's evils had begun to emerge slightly as various information was being traded by malicious mercenary groups, and dark guilds were resurfacing.
Since becoming just a common vampire, the group consisted of a coachman and two guards who said nothing. For Dante, it was even surprising to see such a small caravan, as he had always been surrounded by powerful women.
None of the people in this group were authorized to speak to Dante. They just had to leave Dante at the entrance of the city of Kryoris, and their payment would be made directly at the Hellsing Guild branch.
Until now, Dante wanted to understand why Valentina had a guild. Her status was very strange; he didn't really feel that she was the strongest female vampire that existed. On the contrary, everything seemed more confusing.
His entire life was confusing, so he just wanted to enjoy it while he still had time, and that would start now.
Dante now had strong thoughts on how he could hide his powers in a way that could keep the eyes of other students away. He didn't want too much attention, and even with his changed appearance, his powers were still the real problem. He didn't know how to hide them.
Dante couldn't use his mother's flames because they were too characteristic, just as he couldn't use sacred flames precisely because he was a vampire, and vampires didn't have the Hero's aura. So, Dante would have to rely only on his physical ability and the magic he learned from Morgana.
"What a hassle." While watching the carriage approach a reasonably large line, he sighed, thinking about how long he would have to wait to enter the city.
"We'll be here all day." He closed his eyes while meditating. Meditation helps improve breathing and mana concentration in his body. Unfortunately, he felt that something in his body didn't fit with this method; it was as if there was a missing gear in the machine he was trying to make work.
Dante adopted this method that his mother taught him. However, Morgana taught about mana veins. Dante then created a new method, merging the two modes, but it was still very flawed. He felt constant discomfort when using this method he called "Complete Circulation," where breathing and mana circulation occurred at a constant rhythm, forming an infinite cycle that channels and enhances his veins.
The ability to breathe increases every time he does this; it's as if his lungs are always in a greater flow to improve his breath and internal stamina, increasing the work of his organs and thus accelerating his metabolism. This helps in the development of his body and veins as a whole.
However, as it is not yet complete, he has some problems, such as his mana core becoming unstable, and his body ceases to absorb mana for a while.
While mana enters the veins, improving the entire circulatory system of blood and mana, strengthening the body completely, the strengthening can give the "boost" needed for the improvement and refinement of techniques, and so on. But his mana has a constant surge, disrupting the process.
When the technique is performed, the body will enter refinement again, and then mana will strengthen him in large surges, making both body and mana unstable, and this problem can overload his magic core.
This was a problem.
A unique method created from the foundation Dante built with his own hands, sweat, and blood, but it lacked refinement. He had to think about how to overcome this barrier alone again.
Hours passed as Dante continued to meditate, and finally, it was time to enter the world capital, the city most concentrated in power in the whole world.
Dante passed through the Arches of Destiny, the main gate of the city of Kryoris, and finally fell into the main street.
He never needed to say anything, and the mercenaries did everything for him. It was really convenient, as he hardly knew what to do in this situation. It was the first time he went out alone without a direction or security by his side to take care of his needs.
Dante saw his eyes fill with satisfaction at that scene, taken directly from a medieval painting.
"Finally, alone." With a long sigh, he puffed out his chest and moved forward, entering the Most Popular City of the Present.
Different races, colors, sizes, and ages, all kinds of people could be seen, Catskins, Werewolves, Witches, Vampires, and Demi-humans coexisting with each other, even with some disagreements among each race.
Really a painting that could only be seen in an RPG.
"I'm finally here; I hope they won't bother me so soon..." Dante said as he thought about two specific women...
"Now, let's explore!" He moved forward like an excited child.
It was the first time alone and interacting completely with the world; previously, he only went to places controlled by his mother, where she had total control, and everyone treated him like a great Lord.
But Dante never wanted things like that. He felt useless most of the time simply because he was someone of High Status. But he never lost his desire to venture into the world and learn more about everything.
Dante wanted to live more, learn more, enjoy more, and above all, be proud to live the way he really wanted in this life.
In recent weeks, every day he had dreamed of moments from his past life where he suffered some trauma related to school. He couldn't remember perfectly, but it was still there, and it began to generate insecurities beyond what was expected. So this was his moment to prove to his past self that all this was just bad luck for being born in the wrong world; it was time to live the way he really wanted!
At this moment, he was walking through the streets, observing the buildings and shops. He saw something that caught his attention, a small stall selling Fried Squid, something he had never tasted in his entire life.
"Hmm... I'm going to take the opportunity to get to know the cuisine of this world." Convinced, he went to the stall and saw an old woman he had met before.
He immediately recognized that damned old woman!
"Margaret!" Dante said when he saw the old woman who once held him before selling him to that scary red-haired woman.
The kind woman turned around and looked at the boy but couldn't recognize him. "Oh, who would you be, little one? Have we met? I don't remember encountering such a handsome young man."
"Of course, I know you; you sold me!" Dante said, provoking the old woman who was slightly shocked by the boy's assertion. She raised an eyebrow with wide-open eyes and tried to analyze the boy again.
"Don't you remember your biggest sale, huh?" The boy said, and the old woman didn't understand; she really didn't remember. "Slow old woman, Valentina Scarlet." Dante said, and the woman fell back slightly in fear.
"Hey, hey, calm down, I'm not my mother, okay?" Dante said, seeing the old woman almost have a heart attack in front of him; obviously, he didn't want anyone to die.
"How do you remember me?" She said in shock, as if a baby would remember her.
'Oh, it's true, she thinks I was just a baby; I have to make up something.'
"My mother told me; thank you, old lady, you gave me the best wife of all!" Dante said, leaving Margaret in even greater shock.
"WIFE?"
"Oh yes, we did the wedding ritual; now I'm her husband." Dante said lightly; the woman was too shocked while trying to understand the absurdity that the boy had said; it was really absurd.
"Absurd!" Margaret was still stuck in human thoughts, so such a reaction.
"Ah, relax there; I'm fine, you know? Now sell me a squid. It's the first time I've been out there; that crazy woman is too overprotective of her precious possessions." Dante said, pointing to the grilled squid in the small stall's showcase.
"It's 2 Copper Aurins, Young Master." She said immediately; she was a merchant! She wouldn't give a squid for free to a little boy she sold!
"Oh, yes, of course, here." Dante threw two copper coins on the counter and took the squid from Margaret's hand.
"See you later, old lady, and don't sell any more children to dangerous women." Dante said, waving back, leaving several stares directly at the older woman.
"What are you looking at! That was more than ten years ago!" She shouted at some merchants who were nearby, looking with unpleasant looks.
'I'm going to kill you, boy!' She cursed to herself, as if she could do anything when he was the husband of that woman.
'Who got the wife was me! Screw off, old hag, you almost condemned my life!' Dante thought as he walked past other stalls, and he saw the merchants slightly raise their eyebrows and stare at the old woman.
'Hehe,' he chuckled.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC33: Between Queues and Unexpected Encounters
Dante wanted to make the most of the city; however, unfortunately, he arrived late due to the long line he had to face. He could simply enter as a guest of the city through an Authority Token that Valentina possessed, but as mentioned, he needed to conceal his true identity. Of course, all of this could be easily solved with teleportation.
However, Dante longed for freedom and, most importantly, independence.
"Let's see." While holding a letter in his hands, it had a seal from the Vampire King himself, basically a recommendation letter as the "Prodigy of the Vampire State."
According to the explanation he received, all he had to do was present this letter to a knight stationed to receive prodigies. It was just presenting this letter, and he could pass through the initial stages of the trials to be admitted.
Dante walked directly towards a massive building, which occupied a circular area in the city center. It was a huge castle that housed a vast area comparable to a medium-sized city. As time passed, he could no longer wait and increased his walking speed.
On the way, he encountered various candidates and aspiring students. He took it as a child's play to walk through the city observing these strange young people. Of course, he was one of them too, but his mindset had already advanced to much deeper levels, and he could barely consider himself a youth.
The boy's anxiety was about to explode; he wanted to fight someone to test his skills! How could he not? He trained only with powerful monsters and never got to battle someone of his own age.
He already imagined what it would be like when he was an adult, walking through these streets with Valentina or Morgana, without having to hide behind his childish mask that had hindered his life. He wanted time to pass quickly.
1 minute... 5 minutes... 10 minutes.
Not much time had passed, and finally, Dante arrived at the place where they could register. There was a line that could easily circle a small neighborhood and a single entrance where a silver-armored knight stood guard.
Dante looked at the line and simply ignored it, passing by everyone without caring. He had a recommendation letter, so he could easily skip all the basic steps. Despite that, others were not like him, and many looks hit him with hatred and disdain. However, an older boy stared at him and did not allow him to pass as he was doing.
"Hey you! Get in line!" He shouted, expressing what everyone wanted to say. Dante just ignored him and moved on.
He was not content; he left his own place and went to Dante. When he approached, he bathed his fist in aura and attempted a punch. The punch traveled all the way, and when it was about to hit Dante, the young man's arm was stopped by the knight.
"I believe you don't want to die, do you?" The knight said to the undisciplined youth, who was slightly stunned.
"It would be a shame if a promising warrior like you were killed so quickly. You wouldn't kill him, right?" The helmeted knight muffledly said, but Dante faintly recognized him. 'Hahaha, you old bastard!' he laughed.
"Of course not, just going to burn your arm so it never regenerates again," he said with a grin from ear to ear.
"Oh, I understand. It's good to see you again, Dante." The knight took off his helmet and revealed himself to be Simon Cloht, the Space Mage.
"Indeed, but what are you doing here? I thought you were a mage," Dante asked curiously.
"I was a royal knight before becoming a mage. I'm here at Lady Morgana's request to deal with some... unforeseen circumstances, if you know what I mean." Laughing lightly, he let slip the real intentions surrounding; he was basically saying, "I'm here to prevent you from causing a massacre, you damn kid!"
"Oh, I see. Send my thanks to my dear White Tower Mistress, if you know what I mean," laughing again, Dante said. "Of course, I understand, Lord Dante." Following Simon, he left at least thirty people open-mouthed with the situation. Who was he? How does he know the White Tower Mistress? Who would speak so informally to a magic knight?
Hey, Lord? Who was this bastard? That's what everyone thought, but they couldn't even open their mouths because offending someone with such status could make their families disappear, after all, they were still commoners and low-ranking nobles compared to someone who was called Lord.
But the rebellious young man who attacked him was furious. Kill him? Who would dare to do that? Soon him? He was in rage; his arrogance left a bitter taste after such humiliation.
"Dante... I'll remember that name," muttering in anger, he returned to the line. He was infuriated and wouldn't let it go.
While Dante left a new enemy behind, he managed to catch the attention of another person with this demonstration...
In the distance, a woman with blue hair watched this situation. She looked at the boy with long black hair and just smiled.
"Suspicious," she said, pulling slightly.
This was Sara Vortex, daughter of the Human Empress Lyriana Vortex, a woman who was bored with her spoiled princess life and decided to explore the magical world at the academy.
"I hope he's not another troublesome one I have to crush until they disappear," Sara said as she looked at the boy disappearing.
"Looks like it's my turn," she pulled out a card with a blue seal. "I hope you're interesting, Dante." She muttered as she remembered the boy's previous moments and the knight talking casually.
"Hm?" Dante looked back and felt a sly gaze hitting his back slightly. "What's up, kid?" Simon asked, and Dante just replied lightly: "I felt someone watching me; take a look later and let me know." He replied, completely changing the atmosphere. He clearly already understood that his position was given because of Valentina and Morgana.
"Of course, Master," Simon bowed and snapped his fingers, and two women completely dressed in black clothes and white masks appeared from Simon's shadows. "Keep an eye on the young master's rear."
"Understood," they said and disappeared with the wind, and Dante hardly cared about the two figures.
"Good," he continued walking with his hands behind his back while whistling lightly. He was in a good mood, and it wouldn't be a mere peek that would throw him off.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC34: The first meeting with your rivals
Dante handed the Vampire King's letter to Simon, who forwarded it to the people in charge of registrations. This led directly to the affinity test, which was the final exam. It might seem like a "shortcut" that he didn't need to demonstrate anything to pass, but it was one of the rules established by the rulers for each kingdom.
They could send up to three recommendation letters, and Dante was one of the nominees, after all, he still belonged to the Vampire Kingdom, despite not following the King's Rules.
Dante was now in a queue that led directly to a kind of arena, where there were several spectators and participants. Dante heard from some members that it was a common practice for people to observe future geniuses, especially some families that recruited these geniuses for future generations and created deep bonds.
The number of combatants had grown by more than 150% in the last hundred years, so it was a common practice nowadays.
Dante was calm; he was sure he would pass, even if he had to hide what he was. Dante received a spell on his Solar Ring made by Morgana. This spell would ensure that Dante's secrets never leaked to those with good observational skills. Apart from his magical core, nothing could be seen.
Morgana did this because of the Sword Dante described to her months ago, a convenient spell, but Dante couldn't help but think that she was already preparing him for this.
Returning to his reality, he saw that he was almost approaching his turn to enter the arena. He expanded his magical zone to see if anyone was watching him with ill intentions. He knew that Morgana's Witches were hidden and monitoring things, but he was still suspicious. He had felt something strange since he arrived in the city, and it has been bothering him.
Unfortunately, he felt some extraordinary people. He disguised himself and tried not to look directly at them, but they were clearly there.
He finally entered the coliseum, where he faced numerous youths from 10 to 18 years old, talking, isolating themselves, and even sleeping. It was the first time he had seen so many people his age in the last five years, in fact, in his entire life, and it excited him.
Dante looked fearlessly at some corners of the long arena and saw about eight highly developed individuals. How did he know this? Strong people have denser auras compared to weaker ones, and these people were from different races, so it was obvious who they were.
"Two more are missing." Realizing, of course, he identified all eight... This level of strength at just thirteen years old? They were undoubtedly the heirs.
"I see... they are looking for me." Dante murmured as he saw a beautiful woman with golden hair using magic in her eyes to search among all the participants.
'What desperation.' He thought as he saw a Giant walking towards the golden-haired girl.
'Son of the Giant King and possibly that's Morgana's sister... The golden eyes don't deny that.' Dante identified them quickly; the girl didn't emanate any supernatural aura, but she clearly had a lot of Mana in her reserves, like a nuclear power plant.
Dante was wearing a black cloak with golden embroidery forming a dragon, and he also wore arm armor and a Katana.
He decided to train the third weapon during school, the Sword or the Katana was his focus. But if something went wrong, he would use the lance, after all, it was his best weapon and was almost reaching the Specialist level. His longsword was also close to that, but he didn't have a decent longsword to use it.
He observed the Giant walking towards the blonde woman and just saw the scene unfold, and soon they started arguing, the woman slapped him in the face, making him fly to the other side of the Arena.
The Giant wasn't exactly giant; the word Giant doesn't always represent height but the Race, he had bluish-gray skin, but he looked like a playboy who thought highly of himself.
Dante didn't hear the conversation, but from the expression the blonde girl made, it was clearly something disrespectful that hurt her integrity or offended her.
Dante started to observe the other heirs; he clearly saw Elizabeth Tapes sitting on the ground while meditating. Dante did a few things under Valentina's eyes, and one of them was to arrange someone to gather information for him.
"Elizabeth Tapes... a prodigy in Rapier. Direct daughter of Lisa Tapes and Vlad Dracul Tapes... Son of a dragon, dragon it must be..." Dante said looking directly at the girl's body.
Dante turned his eyes and was greeted with a Western beauty, a girl with blue hair and light platinum armor accompanied by a skirt and a greatsword... "Sara Vortex... bearer of the Durandal Sword...
The sharpest sword in the world, given by the hands of an angel..." Dante said as he looked at the majestic long sword, she was with a cloth covering it, but Dante knew exactly what was in that sword; he felt its aura being called...
'Could she be a Virtue?' Dante thought as he looked at the girl while hiding his face in his hood.
"There's no point in thinking about that now," he said while watching three knights followed by mages entering from the opposite side of him.
"It must be now." He heard the voice of a person near him, so he stood up, looked at Durandal one last time, and simply pretended he hadn't seen anything.
"Everyone pay attention!" A mage used sound magic to get everyone's attention.
"Those who are already here have been approved to enter the Academy." He said, then he took out a sphere very similar to the one Morgana used years ago to awaken his magic, but it had the color of a pearl.
"We will measure your levels. Those with the best results will go to Class A, B, and C, the worst will go to E, F." "The criteria are simple, you just need to inject your mana, and the Akasha Sphere will analyze you between Silver, Gold, and Diamond." He said, putting his hands, and three different lights appeared in small flashes.
"Who will be the first?" He said as all the students wondered why they had already passed. They thought they had to do something else to be accepted, but the final test was just a pretext to make them give their all to get there.
It was as if they had already exerted themselves fully during the race and crossed the finish line without being warned.
Dante observed everything calmly and sat on the ground again. He decided to gather information about everyone first, and then he would go through the Akasha Sphere to reveal his talent, although he knew that there probably wouldn't be any talent below the Gold Level.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC35: Two Talented Young People
About thirty minutes passed, and Dante didn't show any kind of reaction as he watched the young people go in front of him; in fact, he found it all quite boring. He thought that people with Silver Level wouldn't even get into the school, but it was quite the opposite. There were more than 120 candidates from Silver Rank.
"Am I too arrogant? Silver rank shouldn't be considered low level, right? Why are so many bad people passing so easily? I thought this was an elite academy." He really thought that way since that's how it was presented to him. Everything seemed too easy? He didn't even know what to do.
Dante observed everyone go ahead of him; he wanted to be the last, but everyone thought the same. After all the "normal" students were gone, only about 60 people remained. And these people were completely different from the Silver and Gold Rank groups that had passed; different energies began to emerge, and Dante was a little uncomfortable.
"So many strong energies... Have my senses deceived me?" He thought; he had sensed only eight people, but now, everyone in that field was emanating enough energy to be considered strong for their ages.
Soon, the numbers decreased; from sixty people to twenty, and then only those who really wanted to see all the strengths remained, but the first to give in was surprising.
The first to go was the Giant; he seemed to want to show off to the girls who were in that place. In Dante's view, he was the most hideous, but he had very high self-esteem, trying to convey something to the remaining girls... who honestly found him disgusting. "Poor thing..."
He went up to where the examiner was and then put his hand on the crystal. No one could see it, but the examiner and the Giant saw a message.
[ Forki Dolafor. Talent: Amethyst] The ball then shone like a diamond, and Forki left heading towards the exit gate. He looked back and used the "techinese" magic.
"Whoever the son of that woman is, he will be exterminated, and if any of you help or ally with him, I will consider you enemies..." He said sounding in the heads of everyone present.
Dante didn't look at him; in fact, he didn't care about the threat. What really worried him was the reaction of the other people; he already knew he would be intimidated, and honestly, he had a lot of personal problems with his past self in the last few days.
He didn't even have time to really think about it; everything was too fast, and the test continued.
Next, another young man stepped forward. He was tall, had platinum hair, a well-developed body, and strong fangs; Dante quickly identified him as the Son of the Werewolf King.
[Alexander Sucellus.Talent: Amethyst ] The ball then shone like a diamond, and Alexander left without saying anything, just staring into Elizabeth Tapes' eyes.
The rivalry between Vampires and Werewolves continued strong even in the new era. Dante really didn't understand why this rivalry went so far for nothing; it was just two races that hated each other, but he couldn't understand no matter how hard he tried. Couldn't they just ignore each other and move on?
He, for example, had nothing against a Werewolf, and would love to meet a female Wolf, just like the Demi-humans. Maybe because he found everything interesting? Who knows, he doesn't even care about that; he is honest with himself, and if he wants to have a friendly relationship with a Werewolf, he will, and no one has the right to interfere.
Next, with a slight anger, the Vampire Girl decided to move and stood up with an angry look in her eyes. She seemed angry for a long time.
"Does she have a brother named Alucard? So far, no Alucard has appeared in this plot, I hope there's an Alucard for me to beat up." Dante slowly thought as memories of old novels he read passed through his mind. "Two Deagles... damn, that's so cool."
Meanwhile, the girl injected mana into the sphere, and the message appeared for the administrator conducting the tests.
[ Elizabeth Tapes.Talent:Celestial ] The ball shone again like a diamond, and Elizabeth gave a sly look to Dante; he felt it slightly, and he showed nothing.
"She has a good talent; the examiner couldn't help but be surprised." Dante noticed that the examiner slightly raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes wide, almost trying to clean his vision to confirm what he was seeing.
Before the next participant could go through the test, a woman approached Dante, a young one.
"Looks bored." The woman said while aligning herself side by side with Dante without looking at him.
"This is all boring." Dante replied, crossing his arms and yawning. He really found all this a waste of time; he just wanted to go to the hotel and sleep until the next day.
"I understand you; it really was a very boring test." While fixing her blue hair, Dante remained silent; he didn't want to give any hints about who he was. Meanwhile, the other participants were passing, and only three people were left: Dante Scarlet, Sara Vortex, and Elowyn Frostsky, the Elven Princess.
Elowyn ignored everyone and just went ahead and put her hand on the crystal.
[ElowynFrostsky.Talent: Celestial ] She left without saying anything to the examiner or the two left behind.
"Who's going first?" Sara asked, but Dante didn't mind, waving his hand; his tired, hoarse voice said, "You can go, if I go first, it might cause problems for you." With a gentle smile, he sat back on the ground and waited for the girl to make her entrance.
"What do you mean it might cause me problems? How arrogant!" Sara Vortex wondered as she ignored the black-haired boy and approached the sphere.
[Sara Vortex. Talent:Celestial] She saw the result and left the place satisfied. Dante then stood up and went towards the sphere to put his hand on it. She stayed at a considerable distance and watched him carefully with all his movements.
"Even walking, he avoids unnecessary movements. It seems my master was right, again..." Sara murmured when she finally began to understand who the boy was.
For the first time in her life, she was slightly interested in someone. She found him curious and wanted to observe the boy in front of her more because who would go to the point of even avoiding unnecessary movements while walking? It interested her! What kind of life did he have? What happened to make him like this? The more questions she asked herself, the more the answers were missing.
"He's definitely the son of that woman!" Sara quickly came to this conclusion; of course, this was the hint her master gave, but it didn't matter now.
Dante had already understood why the girl's eyes shone so much... She was already understanding the situation; he felt a slight happiness because he confirmed that this girl wouldn't harm him.
"You know, my mother taught me a saying once." Dante said while looking at Sara, who was a little scared by the sudden sentence. "Curiosity killed the cat."
[DanteScarlet.Talent: ??? ] The test executor was bewildered and very scared, as if he had seen something surreal, and before he said anything, the pearl exploded into thousands of pieces that scared both the Test Executor and Sara, who quickly pulled out Durandal to defend against the shards.
Sara stared at Dante, and a tremendous pressure lightly exerted on her body; the explosion scared her, but what really left her perplexed was the staredown they both had at that moment. Sara stepped back slightly, but a smile appeared on Dante's face, and he began to speak again.
"It's nice to meet you, Your Majesty, Princess of the Eastern Empire, Sara Vortex." Dante said with a smile on his face while saluting as an Easterner does, bowing slightly.
Sara was still scared; she was curious but didn't know she would find a Dragon instead of a swordsman... but she got even more excited when the atmosphere became comical between them.
"It's nice to meet you, Scarlet's son." Sara said lightly with a smile.
'Now I've ruined everything because I got carried away! Damn protagonist line! I gave away my identity to a rival! Idiot!!'
In his mind, when Dante returned to normal, he realized the mess he had gotten into.
"Keep this a secret, okay? I know everyone will find out quickly, but for now, I want to keep up appearances." Dante said and looked at the girl completely covered in dust from the pearl explosion that left a lot of magical dust in the atmosphere.
"I think you should go change, princess." Dante said looking into the girl's eyes, and she glanced slightly at her body.
"Kyaaa!!!" Her face turned red when she saw that she was only wearing the lower part of the armor and her skirt, revealing slightly her cleavage, and her armor pieces were on the ground.
She screamed and quickly covered herself while Dante turned to the other side and whistled lightly, watching the clouds.
"In my defense, I didn't keep looking at you." He said with his back turned, and something flew at his head.
"OUCH!!" He shouted as he saw a piece of Sara's shoulder plate hit him. 'How did I not dodge that?'
"Be quiet! Disappear from here! Never talk to me again!" She shouted several times.
'And to think that the imposing knight I met just now was actually quite cute when embarrassed. Hehe.' These were his last thoughts before disappearing from the training ground.
"This is going to be fun."
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC36: It's a misunderstanding
Dante revealed himself to Sara in a moment of excitement, but he lied to himself, contemplating an alliance.
After all, he couldn't stay idle while everyone targeted him, and sooner or later, everyone would find out about him. Unfortunately, it was the only choice he could make.
Firstly, he was alone, with more than ten people aiming at him, and secondly, Sara had Durandal, a sword that unconsciously called for Dante, piquing his curiosity due to the pulsations Durandal faintly gave him.
He didn't want to be an enemy of the sword considered the "sharpest in the world." Besides, it's not like Sara was antagonizing him. He felt something positive in her presence, something that only Morgana and Valentina had offered him so far. So, he trusted his judgment and followed his instincts.
The day was approaching when Dante would finally become a student at the prestigious academy he had heard so much about from his Wives.
Was he excited? Of course, he felt a new sensation of anxiety, something slowly burning his soul.
The day after the test, he woke up late, considerably delaying himself because the boredom of the previous day consumed him entirely. Again, he had a terrible dream that left him slightly frustrated. Anyway, he got up with his things and headed to the Academy's facilities.
He picked up the instructions and went straight to the main corridor.
Again, he had a small reality shock seeing so many people living their lives. There were people of all kinds, from small elves with large cloaks and books in their hands to strong vampires in American school uniforms and girls wearing Japanese schoolgirl skirts and various blouses.
It was still the initial period, so the uniforms would be required the next day. All the young people were enjoying the freedom to wear the clothes they wanted.
Dante then picked up a card. On this card, there was his photo, his name, and his class. Dante was in Class 1-A. Classes 1-A, 1-B, 1-C, and 1-D referred to the first year, and so on.
"Let's see... Third floor," Dante said, looking at a small sheet with some instructions. He needed to go to his dormitory, so he calmly climbed the stairs in a building a bit far from the classrooms. The building looked like a small three-story tower, called the "Golden Primary" only for Class A students.
Dante was late, did some physical and psychological preparations to face this place and ended up oversleeping in the hotel where he was staying...
Dante was immersed in thoughts of sharing the room with someone. However, he quickly thought that this could be good; he would get another ally to not suffer alone during school life. But this thought was completely killed when Dante entered the third floor. All the rooms had already been allocated, leaving only a less conspicuous room. Dante blamed himself for being lazy.
"Stupid! Overslept!" Dante said aloud, letting his thoughts come out of his mouth.
He hadn't seen any classmates from Class A yet; he only saw the closed rooms with a small message on the door: "Allocated."
"Well, all that's left is this..." Dante said, looking at the oak door very similar to Morgana's office. It had no identification or magical carving, just said "Dormitory," unlike the others with some protective runes.
"This isn't a broom closet, right?" putting his hand on the doorknob and turning.
Even before opening completely, he began to say, "Hello, I'm your roomma-" But surprisingly, he was greeted by a beautiful maiden he knew very well, wearing white lingerie and semi-naked...
"KYAAAA!" She screamed and threw her sword towards Dante, who had quickly activated a Silence spell so that no one would hear and caught the sword before it hit anything.
"Wait a minute! I'm not going to make up an excuse for seeing you like this! But you left the door open! Why are you changing clothes almost at the entrance of the dorm?" Dante shouted, contradicting himself in a moment of weakness.
"Eh? Kyaa!!!" She screamed again! Sara was extremely embarrassed and just wanted to die soon to forget such humiliation.
"I get it! I'll leave." Dante said, closing the door and sitting on the floor. Some minutes passed, and Dante fell asleep at the door.
On the other hand, Sara was as red as a tomato. Her thoughts began to accumulate, and the idea of a man having seen her body started to enter through her ears and invade her head completely. She clearly imagined her master saying, "A man has no right to look at a maiden like you; if he sees your body without permission. Kill him!" Her master was... well, she was very prone to hating men...
Especially perverted men.
"There's only one thing left to do: kill him." She said with a cold look, but soon went back on the idea. "If I kill him, the Supreme Demon will come after me when I leave school."
"What do I do, master?" She pondered, thinking of the black-haired heroine who once taught her about wisdom and war.
Sara dressed properly, and when she opened the door, she saw a man falling into the room and waking up. This was the asleep Dante, who, in less than ten minutes, slept at the dorm entrance.
"What do I do with you..." Sara said, while Dante opened his eyes and looked at her up and down, seeing her underwear through her skirt...
'What am I doing? If Morgana saw this, I would have turned into a toad. I have to be more respectful; I need to project a good image!'
"Are you going to stay on the floor all day?" Sara said with a pout.
"Yes, the view from here is very good." Dante said, pretending not to see the white lingerie Sara was wearing, and a vein popped up on Sara's head. His jokes were starting to drive her crazy!
Dante got up and left the jokes for another time. He also didn't care about seeing her like that. He had lived the last twelve years with two of the most beautiful women in the world and constantly saw them completely naked...
'I need to take advantage the next time I see them,' Dante thought with the lower head for the first time.
"Alright," Dante looked at Sara and then entered the room.
"What are you doing?" Sara questioned, and he just replied.
"Pleasure to meet you; I'm your roommate." He answered, throwing his small baggage into the "room." But Dante quickly realized. Despite appearances, it was actually a whole house! It was a reasonably luxurious apartment, with a living room, bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen! He then looked around, and when he got to the bedroom...
"So much luxury, but the room is shared..." Dante said, while Sara, behind him, agreed. He then threw his baggage on the other side of the room, where there was a wardrobe, a bed, and a desk with two drawers, separated by a window, and the same happened on the other side where Sara chose.
"I'll ask the manager why they allowed a man and a woman to share rooms." She said, and Dante turned around and replied.
"Don't waste your time on that. The answer will be 'You arrived late; there are no more rooms,' and he will kick you out of his office." Dante replied, as he had already imagined something like that.
'Believe in this lie, please!' Dante prayed internally; he didn't want to stop sharing the room with her because she was, at least, entertaining. He was afraid of getting a roommate who hated him.
'But I'm a princess...' Sara murmured lightly in her thoughts, but Dante saw her face and quickly responded, "If I, who am the son of a demon that can destroy this entire place, don't have respect, imagine you," completely diverting Sara from her silly thoughts about her royalty. 'He's right.'
But quickly she remembered what happened a while ago! Sara had been in a rage since the lingerie incident... Dante noticed this and turned to Sara and said.
"I'm sorry, it was an unfortunate accident, and I had no intention of spying on you. You can do whatever you want with me to feel better." He replied honestly, and a vein appeared on Sara's head.
"Do whatever I want with you? WHO WOULD WANT TO DO WHATEVER WITH YOU!" Sara shouted. Again, Dante thanked for having kept the Silence spell activated the whole time.
It would be a big problem if others heard about him and Sara in this distorted way.
Still enraged and with a huge vein on her head almost bursting, she went towards Dante.
"Pervert!" She shouted and gave him a big slap that made him fly to the other side of the room. Dante slightly saw stars spinning over his head as he tried to regain his senses.
'That was a strong slap!'
He looked at the girl who was clapping one hand to the other as if cleaning the dirt from touching Dante's face and again "Hump!" snorted and walked out of the room, leaving Dante with a red handprint on his face.
'This girl... is she crazy?' was his questioning with the sudden change in the girl's attitude.
This was a reality check; literally, Sara's harmonious and respectful personality was completely gone in front of him in just one stupid incident. Now, in front of him, it was as if a white tiger had its teeth at his throat, ready to swallow him at any moment...
'I think I want to switch now... I lost an ally... and gained a great enemy.'
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC37: Annoying Human
Dante got up after receiving one of the hardest slaps of his life; honestly, he still didn't understand this girl. How could she change so abruptly? Was she the Joker?
He left the room and headed for the kitchen, where he saw the angry face of the girl. It seemed like she could summon Durandal any moment and split him in half; such was the murderous aura around the apartment.
He wanted to try to resolve it through dialogue, but he realized it couldn't be that easy, even if he tried. 'I'll fix this mess,' was his first thought. He needed to improve the atmosphere in this place to live in peace, at least during breaks from the school routine.
He went up to her and initiated the first dialogue after the powerful slap he received.
"Can we pretend that didn't happen?" Dante said, staring at the girl seriously, but she wouldn't give in so easily with just a question, without even an apology.
"I cannot forgive you for defiling a princess's body before marriage!" She shouted, hitting the table forcefully. There was a slight creak in the table, and she stopped immediately.
"Yes, want to defile the body of the Child of the Godslayer to make it even?" Dante said, taking off his shirt. If she was going to be irrational with just a peek, he would be even more irrational!
"KYA!!!! What are you doing!" Sara shouted, embarrassed, quickly covering her eyes to not see anything of the boy.
"Letting you defile my body." Dante replied, with an obscene smile on his face. Bowing slightly, she felt a shiver down her spine.
"No!" She shouted, covering her face even more.
Dante took off his shirt, showing his well-developed muscles, while Sara simply closed her eyes not to see. However, she succumbed to temptation and opened one of her fingers, pretending she wasn't watching.
"There, now don't get mad for no reason." Dante said and put on the black shirt again, as if it was nothing, just a big joke.
"Alright. I have three conditions for us to share the room." She said, raising the first finger, and Dante quickly felt that it was something irrational the girl was going to say, and so it was.
"Don't look at me, Don't talk to me, Don't breathe near me." She said with conviction.
"That's impossible, Sara. Stop being a spoiled child!" He repeated, pointing to his face. Dante left and started moving to the room, and Sara quickly followed him.
"If you want to resolve this, we'll just decide it with the sword. Whoever wins decides the rules," Dante said as he took his katana from his things and placed it next to the bed.
He began to unpack his things and put them in the closet while talking to the girl.
"The princess won't deny a duel, will she?" Dante said with a gently scary smile, provoking her. 'Of course, she won't fall for this, will she?'
"Alright, I'll finish you in one round! But whoever loses has to obey the winner for the rest of their life!" Sara said as she sat on the bed.
"For the rest of your life? Are you sure you won't regret it? I've already defiled the princess's body..." Dante said, drawing attention directly to himself.
"Shut up! There's no way I can lose!" She said, throwing herself onto the bed chest-first on the pillow and burying her face, with perverted thoughts in her head...
'What a body...,' she thought to herself as she felt a bit warm, remembering the glance she gave to Dante a few moments ago...
Dante, on the other hand, was curious. How did things escalate to this point so quickly?
'Well, I'll at least gain an eternal ally; she's basically surrendering to me... or does she think she can win?' Dante thought of the foolishness Sara was doing, but he was again being arrogant.
Dante just accepted and treated her like a scared girl who would regret everything for the rest of her life if she continued down this path, making bets she couldn't bear the consequences of. An extremely arrogant and malicious thought, but that's how Dante was raised. He was raised to be the strongest among the strongest.
Dante looked at the girl one last time before lying down and getting some sleep. It was still late, and he wanted to enjoy a bit before the ceremony day. The reality was that in two days, classes would start, and Dante would have no more peace until he graduated.
Why? Because he needed to train until his body broke and regenerated completely and keep training to achieve his true goal...
Dante slept for more than four hours. When he woke up, he realized Sara was no longer in his bed...
"Slept too much... what a stress," Dante said as he got up and stretched. Quickly, he smelled something coming from the kitchen and went to see what it was.
It was already night. Walking lightly down the hall, he saw an excited silhouette cooking.
He approached and watched a beautiful girl doing something on the magic stove. She seemed very focused, and Dante didn't want to disturb; he just watched.
Sara took the chopped onions and threw them into the pan, along with two reasonably decent pieces of meat. Added rosemary and some seasonings, giving the meat a decent appearance.
She turned to a small magical object that was cooking white rice, took two eggs, and cracked them into a bowl, adding a wheat batter. She started making small dumplings, stuffed with small pieces of meat, and then rolled them in a kind of flour and fried them.
'What concentration...' Dante observed the girl in an apron and tied hair having fun in the kitchen with a smile.
'She is...' Before Dante could think of anything, his thoughts turned dark, and he didn't want to nurture it. With just one look, he ignored it and went back to just watching the girl.
"Do you want help?" He said while seeing the girl being too busy. The sound of his voice didn't startle her.
"Well, it's better than you watching me with those predatory eyes." Dante approached, grabbing a cleaver and cutting some more seasonings.
"Chop small."
"Yes, I know."
"Take this, use it on the meat."
"Yes, it will be better with this."
"Did you get some rest?" He asked while still finishing everything and plating.
"A little, and you?" She replied while setting the table.
"A little?"
"I couldn't after what you did." She said while putting two plates on the table.
"You know it's not my fault." He said.
"And that's what annoys me even more." She replied.
"You are too much of a victim, as if I would covet a spoiled brat like you while I'm married to the two most beautiful women in the world." Dante replied, leaving Sara completely perplexed.
"You are married? To Two?!" She raised her eyebrows slightly; a thirteen-year-old boy is married? Not even she, who is the future empress, is married yet! Let alone with TWO!
"I am." Dante coldly replied.
They both took their utensils and began to enjoy the food. Despite not really liking each other's presence, they were still roommates; they would have to do things together by obligation.
"We cook really well." Dante said, and Sara agreed, putting aside the rivalry and disagreements. The food really was sensational, despite being made by two children.
"Indeed, we are very good." Sara replied and added, "Who taught you to cook?" She didn't look at him at any moment since he said about being married.
"My mother taught me; she said that if one day I'm alone in a different environment, I have to know how to prepare my food." Dante replied.
"You seem too calm..." Sara said while eating the fried meatballs she made.
"Well, what should I worry about?" Dante said, lying.
"Many things, Scarlet." Sara said.
"You're worried about me? I don't remember us being close like that." Dante, making Sara extremely angry.
"Worried about you?! Of course not! I'm worried about me; you put a target on my back now!"
"As if you didn't like that; weren't you looking for interesting things? Now you have a big target on your back, survive in the jungle Hahaha." Dante said, laughing as if he played a prank on a small child.
"This partnership won't work." She said.
"It doesn't need to work; it's just one wins, and the other obeys." He retorted.
"Are you taking this seriously? I won't back down from this bet." She said.
"Do I look like I'm joking? You're going to be crushed."
"Yes, or did you forget who I am?" She asked.
"I think it's you who forgot who I am." Dante said, with a red gaze.
"Disgusting vampire..."
"Irritating human..."
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC38: The change that a duel made
Some say the night is a child, but kids nowadays are taking it too seriously.
Two children were now breaking several rules just because they wanted to fight each other, hoping to beat their rival in the most brutal way possible.
Dante and Sara were in a private arena at the Academy; they sneaked into the place to finally decide who is the best among them and end that useless bet.
Dante was now drawing his Katana, and Sara wielding Durandal.
Both had already assumed their combat stances, and now, it was do or die.
Dante had been carefully analyzing Sara since they arrived; her posture was impeccable, and her strength could already be felt. With just one hand, she could lift Durandal effortlessly, as if it were a mere dagger, but in reality, it was a greatsword that anyone would find too heavy just by looking at it.
Dante had already come to the conclusion that it was impossible to face Durandal head-on with just his Katana. It's impossible to win against Durandal without an equivalent Sword; a fight between them with just swords is almost cheating when calculating their differences.
While Dante's Katana would be just a bread knife compared to Sara's Sword, Sara's Sword could be described as capable of cutting the scales of a dragon, and that was the real difference between the blades they both wielded.
Did Dante find it unfair? Of course not! He fought against Gungnir, the weapon that killed a god.
They stared at each other without taking any steps; time was short and lonely, the night was dark, and only small low flames were illuminating the open-air arena. It was a full moon night, and nothing could spoil that peaceful atmosphere, not even a couple fighting for the sovereignty of the strongest.
"You seem eager," Dante said as he focused on Sara's face, which stared at him with a sharp gaze.
"I could say the same," she replied casually, pointing the sacred sword at Dante's chest. Her long hair slightly covered her eyes, and then a huge impulse came from her feet, and she appeared in front of Dante.
TIN
The first standoff began; the blades clashed for the first time, and their masters collided them non-stop.
TIN
TIN
TIN
It was the sound of the steel of both swords hitting; all attacks were instantly defended, and the attention of both never wavered.
'What absurd strength for a human...', Dante said this while blocking her onslaught.
"Come!" She said with a smile.
For a second, time stopped; their eyes met, and then... BOOM! Both delivered a blow that caused a slight explosion, sending both of them backward.
An explosion of power when the two weapons clashed head-on; the once weak Katana was now powerful enough not to be destroyed by Durandal. Dante put some of his magic into the weapon to fortify it.
By using magic to strengthen the weapon, Dante just faced it head-on. Although it was a lost strategy, it was the only preliminary solution he could think of; he couldn't infuse the true aura he had, only magic.
He then made the first move after they both backed away; he quickly ran and unleashed a sideways cut, trying to sever Sara's right arm.
She countered with another blow, causing Dante's stance to shift slightly backward.
"Is that all you've got, vampire?!" She said, unleashing a tremor with the sword. Only the wind emerging from the sword could make parts of the arena shake.
"Bring it on!" She said, and Dante followed.
The sound of iron clashing began to make the arena shake; many blows were blocked, and much force was exerted.
The sound of blades colliding was like that of an experienced blacksmith dealing with steel; it sounded like hammer strikes. It seemed like a hammer hitting a massive iron anvil.
The aura bath was extended to fire, and now the silver-bladed Katana seemed consumed by flames; he attributed the fire element to increase the strength of his blade, but it was in vain.
The Elemental Fire derived from Dante's Magic was much weaker compared to his three types of flames, but he couldn't fight with everything. From the beginning, he knew he had to hold back, but his arrogance made him think everyone was weak, but there were so many limitations that he himself became the burden.
He could blame the Katana, but he knew it wasn't to blame; it was a weapon given by his mother, so it was never a question of it being weak. It was only his arrogance to try to hide his strengths.
He thought he could handle her without using his other abilities; he could use spells of various elements, but fire is his central element, and as he blocked his unique flames, he was at an impasse.
He had reached a dead end, and all he could offer was resistance; arrogance consumed him and let it take him.
"Darn," he muttered realizing his mistakes. He then conjured a firestorm while mixing the sandy ground, creating a hurricane of sand and fire.
The fire was so hot that it began to turn the sand into glass, creating hot glass fragments all over the arena.
"You're good, but this has no effect," Sara said and for the first time used magic in battle.
"Crystal Fields." She said, and a magic circle appeared; the circle covered a large part of the arena, and then water started coming out of it, water jets started wetting the field that now became muddy.
With the ground moisture being made, the hurricane went out. But before that, Sara had already appeared in front of him, and without reaction, he was almost killed.
His reaction time was very good, but he still suffered a small cut on his arm while trying to dodge. His arm began to regenerate, but his blood had already fallen on the arena.
Sara seemed tired, as she should be. The mana she had used to defend herself and strengthen Durandal was already very high. Unlike Dante, who has his own method of refining mana, she didn't have anything like that; she was a warrior, not a mage, and like the boy, she hid part of her strength.
Again, they looked at each other; despite both being breathless, they still wanted to fight. Finally, they found people who could leave them tired.
A genius's life is boring, and when you always learn everything quickly, you lack opponents. It's not hard to come to this conclusion; all the heirs and nobles who come to this place are precisely because of this, because they need to overcome the wall in front of them.
Dante and Sara are perfect examples of this. One is the greatest chaos that could exist, and the other is the overestimated princess of the Empire.
For both, life was full of constant nightmares and pressure to be stronger than yesterday. But now? They were enjoying each other's company.
It's not even a matter of sharing a room anymore, but rather who is the strongest. And if one is stronger than the other? Who cares! Both would want to be stronger than they once were. They were immersed in battle.
Their smiles finally matched; both smiled as if they had just won the greatest fortune of their lives.
The battle resumed, but now it was only with fencing techniques, without any magic or technique outside the pure exchange of blows.
TIN
TIN
TIN
The swords echoed throughout the place, creating immense wind currents and small embers of live coal; the blows were always defended, no matter the strength, and so the battle continued for several minutes, always tying in everything.
Dante didn't even care anymore; he just wanted to beat her, but at the same time, he wanted her to beat him; he didn't want to leave that place anymore, the feeling was too good, it made him enter the Flow.
While Dante was in a state of "Flow," Sara was thinking even more about the fight; above all, she was happy.
'Mistress... I understood what you said,' Sara muttered mentally as she remembered the woman who taught her about the sword. The bearer of the Virtue of Justice. The first and only Saint of Orleans... Joan of Arc.
Her words echoed softly in Sara's ears: "One day you will meet someone who will make you explode with excitement, someone who will change your way of living and make you do things you would never do... What I mean is that you need to value these encounters, little Sara. When it happens, you will understand more about yourself and your virtues.
Be humble with your opponent, but know that humility can sound like pride." Again, in her mind, small images returned from the moment she met Dante; she was proud, wasn't she? It was her thought, it was true, her humility turned into foolish pride.
She laughed and looked at Dante, who had a huge smile on his face. 'It seems I found someone like that, mistress,' she thought again of her mistress, when she still had black hair and wore a silver armor.
"Find your own path, Sara."
Sara looked at Dante again and smiled, a smile that let her humility and respect for the opponent flow over every corner of her rosy lips.
So, finally, Sara entered the Flow Zone for the first time, consumed by the flame of battle, she surrendered completely. Dante was the same, they wanted to meet again and make their swords roar through the sound of metals.
Again, they went for it. A fierce fight continued, leaving giant sounds echoing throughout the academy, as they greatly enjoyed themselves.
The arena could be seen from the windows of some rooms; boys and girls began to wake up and look out the window.
"Hey, what's that noise?" The elf girl asked the vampire girl.
"See for yourself," the girl replied to the other and opened the curtain where she was looking. The view they saw was terrifyingly beautiful.
"They seem to be dancing..." She murmured, and her roommate just nodded.
In the buildings around the arena, a commotion began slightly after the start of Sara and Dante's combat.
"What's this iron racket!" Two boys shouted together as they opened the curtain with ignorance.
"Vortex," one of them said. "And that weird guy..." the other muttered.
"No wonder she's talented, but that guy..." He murmured as he tried to identify the person. Unfortunately, no light beyond the moon could illuminate the arena for them to see more calmly.
"They're too excited! They woke everyone up!" He said with much anger.
"I'll warn the building coordinator; he'll do something." He replied as he left, but before that, he was called.
"Hey, a teacher showed up." They looked at the man and quickly realized who he was.
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MY BLOOD LEGACY: REINCARNATED AS A VAMPIREC39: Let's end this in one blow
In the distance, a tall man with black hair observed the event from the sky while floating on a sword, alongside another tall man with white hair.
"It's hard to believe they're only thirteen. It's truly a disguised victory to be able to teach these young ones," replied the white-haired man.
"Yes, the worst part is knowing that both are holding back considerably. How much of their real power do you think they're using?" The black-haired man said, crossing his arms.
"Hard to say. Maybe the girl is using only 50%, but the boy... that boy is using even less. It's challenging for me to gauge him. It seems like there's some artifact concealing the presence of things within him."
"An angel and a demon flirting in a fight, it reminds me of my youth with Yuna," the white-haired man responded curiously, wanting to know the backstory that led to this point.
"They are young; they might not even understand that their auras have merged, creating a bond. Despite the boy being Scarlet's son, it's hard to see her in him. In fact, he's so different... I feel there's something special about him," the black-haired man said.
"Indeed, they seem like us in our adolescence. I vividly remember our fight in the Black Forest. Hahahaha!" The white-haired man laughed.
"I hope these two stay together and don't become enemies like us, although I think fate always writes in twisted lines, they seem to match," the black-haired man said as he looked at the two young fighters.
"Our disagreements stemmed from being too arrogant. If we were more humble like them, we might have become great friends back then, Musashi".
"True, but it took us a long time to grow mentally, which made us the best in our styles, Sasaki," Musashi responded with a smile, and Sasaki understood.
"You're right," he replied and then looked again at the young ones with a melancholic smile. He closed his eyes and pondered.
"What do you think?" Sasaki said while watching both warriors panting; he quickly remembered a moment from the past but snapped back to reality.
"Well-polished," replied Musashi.
"I didn't ask about that; I'm talking about romance, old man, romance!" Sasaki teased Miyamoto.
"Old romantic! Pull yourself together! Stop seeing love even in battles between rivals! You'll end up teaching the young ones bad things!" Miyamoto tapped Sasaki's head with the sheath of his katana, who quickly put his hand up, grumbling.
"OUCH! Cut it out! Better romance than hatred! They're at the age to marry; we have to nurture the next generations, you old grump!" Sasaki replied.
'I hope their paths aren't as daunting as ours...' He prayed internally.
The fight continued fiercely, with no openings or chances for attack. They had reached the peak of their power, so it didn't matter anymore; they just wanted to have fun, and with each clash of swords, they understood each other more.
"The best way to understand someone is by exchanging blows," his mother once told him, but Sara had never understood. The same goes for Dante; his mother also said something similar.
"Someday, you'll meet the intent of an enemy. On that day, you'll learn about understanding people, son." Dante remembered the red-haired woman educating him in the art of combat.
When they realized it, once again, they became more excited and elevated the level of the battle. Durandal's slashes began to get out of control, and the remnants of their strikes affected the arena.
Dante was sent flying far away, but it was just a push; he wasn't injured.
Dante assumed a different stance, clearly stating, "Let's finish this in one strike." Dante's intent reached Sara, and both took attack positions.
They looked into each other's eyes, and Sara saw the flames of hell, while Dante saw the depth of the ocean.
Both ran towards each other, and again, an explosion occurred; a lot of dust was raised, and soon they thought the battle had ended with a winner. But unfortunately, when the dust settled...
A tall man held both swords with just one hand each.
The man stopped both swords with just one hand; he was smiling, but he didn't stop smiling until he saw the faces of the two young ones returning to normal.
"I understand that you want to learn more about each other's relationship," he said slowly. "But don't you think it's too soon to destroy the newly built Arena? You know, it's complicated to recover this."
When he finished speaking, the two young ones looked around and saw several cuts and stones everywhere; the stands had deep cuts, and the arena floor was completely burned, wet, and with several irregular unevennesses.
Realizing they had been caught by some instructor or administrator, they had no way to escape and accepted everything that came, doing the only thing they could do after causing so much chaos to the people around them.
"We're sorry." Both bowed their heads and spoke in unison. Musashi chuckled softly at the two while admiring them up close.
"So young and so eager to fight... that elf wasn't lying," he said, recalling Queen Elf's announcement about a new era.
Both felt embarrassed when they came to their senses. When you enter the Flow Zone, your body works exclusively to satisfy your desire for battle. It's such a focused zone that you lose even the perception of colors; nothing exists beyond your opponent, and any thought is completely extinguished, focusing only on your goal.
"Listen, I know the desire to fight is strong, but don't you two think this was a bit too passionate of a scandal for the students to witness?" Sasaki appeared, although the two didn't know either of the two teachers, they showed respect.
Sara, who was recovering from the battle and with a racing heart, blushed quickly when she looked at the dorms and saw several people watching them...
"Passionate?" Dante questioned Sasaki, who wasn't introduced or made any greetings.
"Well, you two lovers were passionately dancing with your swords, murderous intent? Spare me, you were almost giving your hearts to each other." He replied calmly while looking at Dante's face, who blushed halfway and then responded.
"Sorry, we were foolish when we made a bet and came here without permission."
Sara bowed again in respect, and both nodded.
"Honestly, if you want the opinion of the more experienced, the fight would be a draw. This wasn't a dispute over something like a bet; it was a humble exchange of blows to get to know each other," Sasaki said, and Musashi nodded in agreement.
"Both are limiting themselves too much for it to be valid for a bet. If it were a real fight, both should have died together." Musashi said calmly with a smile on his face.
Of course, he smiled; how could he not? He would love to see a fight like that. Maybe they would even reach the full expert level in their weapons.
"What kind of bet was this that made you two fight so passionately, youngsters?" Sasaki, being a lover of romance, quickly asked when both had already calmed down.
"It's just something about the dorm..." Sara said, afraid to reveal too much...
"Wait, are you two sharing a dorm?" Musashi said alarmed. Man and woman? Young? Sharing a dorm? Even more THESE YOUNG ONES?
"I'm afraid that's a problem," Sasaki said, worried as he looked at the young ones. He didn't think about anything sexual or such; he actually thought, in fact, about their mothers.
"It wasn't our choice," Sara said, and then Dante continued. "We were the last to arrive, and there was only one vacant dorm. Even if we go there and ask to switch, no one would really want to." He replied.
"I understand, but still..." Sasaki pondered but gave up; he already had no way to contradict the young man.
"And is it okay with you, young lady?" Musashi spoke to the shy girl.
"I... I'm okay. It's better to share with him than with the other girls... you know about us, right?" Sara said as she looked at the two adults.
"Yes, Sara Vortex and Dante Scarlet," Musashi replied, confirming their names.
'So he's really Scarlet's son...' She still had her doubts since she didn't see him using the scarlet flame, but now with a teacher confirming, she had no reason to deny it anymore.
"It looks like I've gained several enemies..." Sara said, catching Dante's attention, who gave a bitter smile, as if apologizing.
'Are they starting a romance? How interesting, I want to know more about this!' Sasaki said telepathically to Musashi.
'Really, so young and with so many problems and still falling in love. Actually, I think they haven't even realized it, so I guess it's okay, isn't it?' Musashi replied with a complicated smile.
"I guess we can consider this a draw." Dante said to Sara, specifically. She couldn't show more, just as Dante couldn't either.
"I guess my disguise won't work tomorrow, will it?" He said looking into Sasaki and Musashi's eyes.
"Don't count on it. Even we could hardly see anything beyond sword techniques, and apparently, you didn't use anything either, did you?" Musashi said as he looked at the boy's hair.
"No, there was no need to reveal, so I used only the basics." Dante said.
"Doesn't this long hair interfere with the fight?" Sasaki asked.
"No, I'm getting used to it... it's also a form of training to adapt to new situations, and changes in the body like this help." Dante replied with a smile. "And also... it was my wife's magic that did this..." He held strands of his black hair while seeing small traces of arcane magic.
"With a wife... you mean..." Musashi dared to ask, and Dante nodded. "Morgana Arcane, a Master of the White Tower." He said, and Sara became engaged, hearing the affirmation.
"You're fine, young man?" Sasaki asked.
"Of course."
"So that's why Alice did all that." Musashi quickly remembered weeks ago when Alice had a fit of rage in front of him.
"Anyway, go back to your dorm, kids. Tomorrow will be a long day..." Sasaki said, completely ending the conversation.
Dante and Sara said their goodbyes and walked side by side together. "I forgot to ask what your names were." Dante said, and Sara noticed the same. "It must not be very important; we don't know their faces... I think."
Dante put his hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword, and a bitter smile appeared on his face. The entire blade had been completely shattered like glass, becoming just small shards inside the sheath.
"A draw... what a lie, I lost." He sighed lightly as he looked at the sword on Sara's back.
'Durandal... why do you think she's like Excalibur? A legacy? I wonder who gave such a powerful weapon to a child...'
As Dante pondered his first failure, little did they know they were conversing with the two greatest swordsmen in history: Sasaki Kojiro, the Grandmaster of Nodachis, and Musashi Miyamoto, the Grandmaster of the sword.
It's different from the story Dante knew; both walked away alive from Ganryujima. In this world, Ganryujima never existed, and both became friends after a great draw, where both katanas broke. Dante still didn't know this story, but two legends arose on the same day and at the same moment in an ego clash to know who was the strongest.
A fight so balanced that made the threads of destiny intertwine, and both never managed to surpass each other.
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