It took Dante ten minutes to return from the bathroom, Vanessa wasn't around as expected. His lips curved up in amusement, her behavior had started making him feel like a virgin himself.
After he'd dressed up, he summoned Calen to call her back.
"There's no need for you to leave the room".
Vanessa shook her head as her face flushed up at the doorway. "Please your highness..."
His eyes narrowed at those words. "Your highness?"
"I mean... My lord", she bowed with worry.
"Good".
Still shirtless, he sat at the edge of the bed and gestured for her to approach.
With lowered eyes, she made her way toward the bed while avoiding the glorious sight of his bare chest.
After sitting, her face suddenly became serious.
"You said you wanted to tell me something".
Vanessa nodded still contemplating. "Have you heard of Azarelle?".
Dante's eyes narrowed. "Yes?".
"A folktale told in this continent, I presume?".
