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"S-Stop joking! The Master is dead!" She shouted, accusing him with a pointed finger. "Stop playing with me!" she roared, trying to disguise her emotions, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay, but it was too late. She was completely vulnerable... Even using her anger to hide it, she couldn\'t. Just by comparing their appearances, she was already starting to give in.

Dante didn\'t miss her moment of vulnerability. In fact, he hadn\'t planned to see her now—actually, he hadn\'t planned on having any contact with her at all, but that damned Spirit King left him no choice. He had wanted to leave this for a later time.

After all, dealing with this woman was something he really wanted to avoid for a while, at least until he had the strength to handle her tricks without giving in to them. Yes, that sounded better.

"Cherry..." he repeated softly, as he looked at her with a gentle smile on his face, almost as if trying to reignite a long-forgotten memory, like a flame that had gone out.

She looked at him again, her fury visible, but her fear was palpable. She didn\'t want to be deceived by an imposter, but at the same time, the mere possibility that it could be him... She observed him in silence, still floating in the air, but now she was beginning to use her analytical gaze on him. "I... I don\'t remember." She whispered, her voice trembling slightly—she was in denial.

Even as she tried to cling to those memories, she couldn\'t accept it.

Dante just smiled at her, but this time, the smile was somewhat sad, more melancholic. "I know you remember. But that\'s okay. I don\'t plan on dying again anytime soon; there\'s still a lot of time left. Maybe I can help you remember someday, or maybe we can create new memories. Either way, I\'m still going to call you Cherry, because, to me, that\'s who you\'ll always be, little Witch."

Dante\'s words struck Cherry like a flaming arrow, loaded with feelings she knew so well, feelings she thought were lost. But before she could respond, he turned away, a soft smile still on his lips. He began to walk, and as he moved forward, the world around him began to shift and change, as if adjusting to his presence.

For a brief moment, as she watched his back receding, Cherry felt something deep. It was as if a shadow was cast over him, an image that seemed to fit perfectly over Dante\'s figure—a shadow that, for an instant, overlapped with his, taking the shape of the Master she thought she had lost forever

Dante paused for a moment and looked up at the sky. "Send me back, you bastard. Don\'t think I forgot what you said to me. I\'ll make sure you regret it if you don\'t start showing some respect," Dante said, glaring at the sky. "Open this damn thing," he ordered, and a massive door, similar to the one leading to Hell, appeared before him, about twenty paces ahead.

He resumed walking, each step making this world almost tremble, at least in Cherry\'s eyes, who couldn\'t hold back anymore... Everything pointed to him... her Master... He was just about to leave when suddenly he heard a shout behind him.

"WAIT!" The clown girl\'s voice reached his ears, echoing through the space, filled with desperation and emotion.

Before he could react, Cherry flew toward him, as fast as a violet bolt of lightning, and wrapped him in a tight and affectionate embrace. The impact was so strong that they both lost their balance, falling together in a clumsy but incredibly endearing way.

The ground beneath them transformed into something soft like a pillow and as comforting as a blanket, as if even the world itself wanted this moment to be special. Well, that was the magic of the clown witch.

"Pfff," Dante chuckled as they rolled on the ground, laughing and trying to regain their composure. Cherry began to speak frantically, the words coming out so fast that they almost tripped over each other.

"I knew there was something familiar about you, but I couldn\'t figure it out... The way you smile, how you talk, everything! But how is this possible? I thought you were... And your clothes! You always hated wearing dark things, but now you\'re dressed all in black, and I remember how you used to call me, always teasing me, but in such a...

You really are him, aren\'t you? You bastard! You came back to me, Master! Oh, I can\'t believe it! My Master!"

Dante, still lying on the ground with Cherry on top of him, smiled as he listened to the torrent of words. He didn\'t interrupt her, letting her release all the emotions she had kept bottled up for so long. It was as if all the doubts and fears she had held on to were finally being freed.

"I knew you wouldn\'t leave me, I knew it! My Master is the strongest in existence! But why did it take so long? Why didn\'t you come back sooner? I waited for so long, and now you\'re here, and I don\'t even know what to say, but I\'m so happy, and—" Dante laughed, gently placing a hand on Cherry\'s face to calm her down. "Breathe, Cherry.

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I\'m here now, and I\'m not going anywhere... Well, I do have to get back to the Vampire world, but we have all the time in the world." He said, stroking her head gently. The girl, still overwhelmed with emotion, seemed to find great comfort in the small gesture. She was starting to remember many familiar sensations.

Cherry, still visibly emotional, took a deep breath, finally allowing the moment to envelop her. She closed her eyes for a moment, absorbing the feeling of being back in her Master\'s arms, someone she thought she had lost forever. And in that embrace, as the world around them continued to shift in response to their emotions, she knew that despite everything, they were together again.

"I\'m not letting you slip away again, Master," she whispered, holding him tighter as if she wanted to ensure he was real, that he was there. "Never again."

"I wouldn\'t even try, Cherry," Dante responded softly, still smiling, as they remained there, bound by a connection that time and distance could never break.

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Nagasawa sighed, taking in the chaotic scene before her—the massive crater in the middle of the Scarlet mansion\'s meeting room and Skyla on the verge of a nervous breakdown. "Where is he?" she asked, frustration evident in her voice as she stared at the gaping hole that seemed to swallow everyone\'s common sense.

"How should I know? I hope he\'s dead again!" Skyla yelled, clutching her head. "I can\'t take this job anymore! Damn that fucking kid! He only causes problems! Nothing but problems!!!" she screamed again, nearly tearing her hair out while the others watched in stunned silence.

There was something oddly comical about the situation—Skyla, Valentina Scarlet\'s powerful aide, on the brink of a meltdown while everyone around her tried to process what had just happened.

"What? Let me vent! That man keeps giving me problems, I can\'t take it anymore!" she roared, making it crystal clear just how much chaos Dante brought with him.

Nagasawa was already used to Dante\'s unpredictability, but for the two vampires sent by the King, Arieta and Ranni, this was an eye-opener. They exchanged confused glances, still trying to grasp the kind of person they were dealing with.

"Is he always this eccentric?" Arieta asked, turning to Nagasawa.

"He does what he wants, not much you can do to stop him." Nagasawa replied with a shrug. She knew trying to control Dante was a futile task, something the newcomers would have to learn on their own.

Ranni, who had been silent ever since Dante used her sword to tear open a rift in space and head straight for the Spirit Realm, was still trembling slightly. The sword in her hands seemed tense, but within moments, something changed. The blade began to glow with renewed intensity, and Ranni heard a voice in her mind.

"Ranni..." the sword called out, and the vampire quickly looked down at the blade, which now seemed even more vibrant. "He restored part of my essence... I will live for a few more years..." the sword murmured, still hesitant, as if it was processing what had just happened. Ranni understood all too well the significance of vital essence and the weight of entrusting it to someone.

That strange man had done it unconsciously, without even considering whether it was a good idea.

"W-What?" Ranni stammered, her shock drawing the attention of the others. "What is it, Ranni?" Arieta asked, concerned, knowing that her sister never reacted this way without reason.

"Dante healed Thalassa." Ranni said, her revelation almost knocking Arieta off her feet.

"H-Healed? HE HEALED A DRAGON?!" Arieta shouted, disbelief ringing through her voice.

"They still don\'t know," Skyla remarked from a distance, her tired tone contrasting with the chaos around her.

"Yeah, they have no idea," Nagasawa replied, shaking her head. The new vampires had a lot to learn about Dante, and this was just the tip of the iceberg.