"La la la la la," the man's voice echoed through the palace as his singing reached anyone within a hundred meters. His voice was indeed impactful; as he passed, the maids bowed, paid their respects, and treated him like royalty. Well, in a way, he was the most noble man in terms of titles—he was the true King.
His firm steps continued through the long corridors. "This place has become more... welcoming?" Dante mused aloud, noticing that... "These maids are really diligent, even though I'm a Demon King, they still treat me with dignity. Is that fear or respect?" he thought. But for Dante, it didn't matter much; he didn't need anyone's approval.
He continued walking, looking for a woman who apparently wanted to speak with him, since she had come to meet him in person. "What does that pesky vampire want this time? It wasn't enough to become friends with Sara, now she wants to leverage that to talk to me? What a joke..." he muttered, opening the massive oak door.
