"Why...?" Nagasawa murmured as she was carried by the man still in the Western Empire. The man's hands held her body firmly as he walked calmly, savoring the heavy silence of the post-war era. He showed nothing but a wide smile that seemed almost irritating compared to what he had been doing to her in recent months. The contrast between his serene demeanor and the tension surrounding her was disturbing. She was genuinely... bothered.
"Why what?" Dante questioned, his voice firm and penetrating. He wanted to hear directly from her what was truly troubling her. It was no use deducing from the nervous and confused expressions she displayed. Nagasawa was a vampire, a vampire strong enough to make many other vampires fall to the ground in fear, but at the same time, she was a cute woman who got easily upset, a walking paradox that intrigued him deeply.
