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