"I cannot sell my soul," Vlad said, staring at Dante.
"I'm just ensuring that a Vampire Progenitor doesn't arise against us," Dante commented, "But if that's how you want it. It makes no difference."
The atmosphere in the room wasn't very cheerful, especially with such an absurd proposal.
"Just know that I won't consider you an enemy, even if you don't help me." Of course, Dante's words carried a lot of weight.
"Do you already have plans?" Nosferatu's words echoed in the room, but Dante only smiled without directly answering.
"If you have a plan, why-" He was interrupted, "Because I'm not foolish enough to tell you anything." Dante remarked. He had been thinking about something for a while and had concluded something...
"I won't treat you as an enemy, but I also can't consider you a friend at this moment. Your soul is exposed, and who knows what could happen if I tell you my plan." Dante said, perfectly directing his gaze toward Nosferatu.
