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..."