Dante observed the werewolves around him, laughing and having a good time.
He knew that, little by little, he was winning not only their trust but also their respect.
Siren, on the other hand, did not seem to share the same excitement. Her eyes shone with a mix of irritation and concern.
Damn it... he's capturing them little by little, she thought, watching how her former subordinates easily ceded to a Demon King who had appeared literally out of nowhere.
"You have a peculiar way of forming alliances, Dante," she commented, slightly irritated, crossing her arms and leaning against one of the stone walls of the cave. The echo of her words seemed to resonate in the darkness around them, blending with the distant sound of water dripping from the stalactites.
"Alliances? Who said I'm forming alliances?" Dante replied, the mischief in his smile unmistakable. "I'm just... getting to know my future subordinates better."
