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.
