Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 29 EP: Sunset Chat

"What do you think of that girl?"

The crimson sunset had already reached the horizon. Dante, watching the sunset over the sea through sunglasses, stepped on the yacht's steering wheel and asked the passengers behind him.

The incident happened suddenly, and he didn't have time to gather his other companions before he hurriedly boarded the plane. After landing, he went directly to the dock to rent a boat and reached the island as quickly as possible. But even so, he still didn't catch up with the last scene of the whole play.

"what do you mean?"

Tracy responded nonchalantly as she lazily lay in the cabin.

"Personality, what else could it be? This is the first time I've seen such a... traditional child."

"Isn't it good? Compared to someone. Tradition isn't a bad thing anyway."

Dante stretched his body and sighed, "I just find it incredible. You know, our family has always produced playboys since my father. If it weren't for Nero, I would have thought my brother didn't inherit this gene."

"Maybe she looks more like your mother?" Tracy teased him, "After all, her hair isn't silver, it's blonde."

This topic immediately made Dante feel awkward: "Hey! I have to admit that she does look a bit like my mother, just like you. But she's too young, I mean..."

"But she is indeed from the Spartan family."

Tracy interrupted Dante and got the conversation back on track. "What you see is only part of her outward appearance. I think... when she draws her Yama sword and turns into silver hair, she's closer to her true self."

"Turned into silver hair? The moment you drew your sword?"

Dante let out a strange cry: "Oh my God! This is like a cartoon!"

Knowing that Dante was secretly a nerd who loved reading comics and eating desserts, Tracy wasn't surprised. "Say what you will. But when that kid gets into the groove, he looks like an opera singer on stage."

"Isn't it a pity that I didn't see it?"

"Yes. I remember you seemed to go to the opera occasionally."

Dante stood on the boat and bowed pretentiously: "Here, only silence remains."

"From Hamlet," Tracy commented. "It's just a little too frivolous for the weight of the line. Are you a big Shakespeare fan?"

"My dad used to love Shakespeare." Dante straightened up and smiled. "We even have a collection of Shakespeare plays at home... I don't like books that are full of words, but my brother does."

"I haven't even heard you mention it. Does it sound like he's still a literary boy?"

"…but then he changed."

Tracy raised her eyebrows but didn't respond. The throbbing sound of the yacht's engine echoed across the tranquil sea.

"Okay, we've strayed a bit."

After a moment, Dante spread his hands to break the somewhat depressing atmosphere: "So now it seems that this little girl has inherited this side of my brother?"

"Perhaps," Trish said noncommittally. "But if you ask me, the atmosphere of that town behind us only breeds devout believers and blasphemers."

"Unfortunately, I don't like either," Dante said with a smile. "In my entire life, nothing good has ever happened to me when it comes to religion. And there's something I don't think is right."

"Oh?" Tracy sat up from the cabin and asked, "Tell me about it?"

"Nero grew up in that town, but in my opinion, she neither truly believed in God nor was she obviously a blasphemer."

"She's the Son of God, so she has to be a little special, right?"

"Hey! We agreed not to talk about the Son of God!"

"That means you."

Dante was speechless. He shook his head and said, "Anyway, it has nothing to do with the Son of God... She doesn't believe in Sparta because she has seen the real Sparta." "That sounds like a slander against your father."

Dante shook his head again. "No, it's praise. Although I don't know how Nero did it... but she did see through the statue created by that cult and saw the true side of Sparta.

Tracy looked at him strangely and asked, "You can see that?"

"Because I've been through that phase myself," Dante replied with a hearty laugh. "By the way, about the gift I'm going to give her..."

"I gave Gilgamesh and the Yama Blade..." Tracy shrugged and tilted her head to ask, "Do you have anything else you can give me?"

"Don't look down on my museum! Although I really don't plan to give away anything related to demons."

"Could it be that you want to..."

"How about giving her our sign?"

"It's 'your' sign," Tracy retorted, then asked, "But what use does she have for it? Didn't Letty say the knights of their order are quite skilled at hunting demons?"

"I was a little hesitant at first, but after hearing what you said, I understood."

"what do you know?"

"I know she will leave the island sooner or later." Dante whistled at another yacht not far away and waved his hand - this meant that they should be able to reach the shore soon.

"is it?"

"The people on that island are quite afraid of demons, and Nero's demonic aura is probably difficult to conceal. To avoid causing trouble for the two people you mentioned, she naturally chose to stay away—that's one reason."

"Then what is the second one?"

"Like you said, she really is a Spartan."

Tracy climbed up, turned over the back of the chair, looked sideways at Dante's profile, and asked, "What kind of reason is that?"

"A place as dull as that can't hold a true Spartan heart." Dante said with a smile, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "They say my father was once the lord there, and that's why this sentence is in the past tense."

"That sounds nice."

Tracy shrank back and leaned back in her seat. "But all I see is your 'Spartan heart' slowly rotting away in comics and desserts."

"I have to say, Trish, you're slandering me."

Dante retorted unhappily, "Hasn't my life been eventful enough?"

"Weren't you forced? If I didn't tell you about Nero this time, wouldn't you continue to languish in the office?"

"People always need some refreshment! If Nero leaves the island in the future, won't he go back to visit regularly?"

"You'd better get into a normal routine before talking about adjustments."

Amidst the harmonious bickering, the yacht slowly sailed towards the nearby coast.

As night fell, the town of Fortuna, left behind by them, slowly sank into a peaceful slumber. The turmoil within the Order had barely disturbed the town, and it remained the quiet, pious, and ascetic Fortuna it once was.

In a house that rarely had an electric light hanging at the door, two anxious people finally heard a slight sound from the door.

A blonde, blue-eyed girl looked at them, smiled softly, waved her hand, and said:

"I am back."

(End of this chapter)