Modern World Warlock-Chapter 73: A Simple Sentence
The same night that Camille’s targeted attack happened, Dante and his friends were hanging out in their home.
They had been waiting for the Delta Team to crack Joseph’s computer in order to raid the next gang standing in their way.
After everyone had gone to their rooms to get some rest, Dante went to the backyard and sat on a garden bench, looking up at the sky.
"Are you alright?" Megan asked, stepping outside with the warlock.
"Hmm? Yeah… I was just thinking how I can barely see the stars from here," Dante replied.
"Yeah, big cities don’t have the best starry skies to look at…" replied Megan, her voice indifferent as usual.
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The brunette approached the bench and sat next to Dante, focusing her gaze on the man.
"I meant if you were alright after the whole ordeal with the incubus…" Megan clarified with honesty.
Dante let out a somewhat sad smile, still looking up at the sky, utterly contaminated by the city’s illumination, and kept silent at her question.
Megan let out a tired and long gasp. "You know? One of the main reasons I decided to become the leader of the Jade Dragons was thanks to Sophie…" she commented.
The warlock turned his gaze to the woman, who told her story without looking back at him.
Ever since Megan was born, she was fated to become the leader of the Jade Dragons as she was Ganon’s first daughter.
As such, she received combat and shooting training as soon as she was able to hold a gun in her hands. Nonetheless, she didn’t wish to become the next leader.
When Megan met Sophia, the brunette had fun for the first time in her life, as the blonde was the only person who treated her like a normal kid.
Sophia was also subjected to combat training as a child, but the demands and objectives that were placed on her were much easier to achieve than what they gave to Megan.
By the time the two girls shared a room, Megan was getting fed up with her training and thinking about running away from home when she got older. However, she changed her mind when Sophia praised her efforts.
"Meg, I know that you’ll be the best leader ever…" The blonde muttered to her.
The brunette turned her head back down and made eye contact with Dante. "It’s stupid, right? A simple sentence was all it took to make me change my mind…" she said.
"I don’t know why she said that to me at the time, but it made me want to become the best leader just for her," Megan continued.
The warlock listened attentively to her story, slightly smiling and feeling glad that he got to know Megan a bit more.
Dante knew that the woman was only telling him her story so that he felt more comfortable sharing his, and he believed it was a fair trade.
*Sigh* "A very long time ago, I left Shadowvale to become an adventurer…" Dante commented.
When the warlock was 17 years old, he left his hometown and went to another city to register himself at the Adventurers’ Guild.
In his past world, registered adventurers would group together to take on requests, increasing their chances of survival and success. However, since Dante was a warlock, nobody wanted to add him to their party.
"People didn’t trust warlocks back in my world… Not that I can blame them, though," Dante explained.
Considering that warlocks used demonic magic for their spells, it was understandable that people would be wary of them.
Even after Dante tried to politely introduce himself to other adventurer parties, they were either scared or disgusted by him, prompting him to take on requests on his own.
Dante took on novice adventuring requests for an entire year until one day, he was approached by four individuals at the guild while he was eating lunch.
"Are you the famous Specialist Warlock?" A woman with long, braided, light-brown hair and emerald eyes asked, slamming the table with urgency.
"Yeah…?" Dante replied with disinterest, noticing that the woman was wearing white priestess robes.
"Are you here to exorcise me or something? I’m not a demon…" the warlock continued.
The priestess raised an eyebrow, confused at the warlock’s question. "Why would I try to exorcise a human?" she casually asked.
Catching Dante’s attention, he looked up and locked eyes with the priestess, momentarily hypnotized by her beauty.
"We are here to ask you to join our party!" The woman exclaimed, shocking the young warlock.
Confidently introducing herself as "Beatrice," the priestess presented the rest of her party—A female elven mage, an assassin, and a tall, burly warrior.
Dante wasn’t sure if he should accept their invitation, expecting them to get scared of him whenever he used his powers. Nonetheless, a simple sentence from the priestess was the only push he needed.
"I can tell you’ll be a great partner. Let’s go!" Beatrice said with a smile on her face that was almost too radiant for the warlock to see.
Dante nostalgically smiled as he told Megan the story, finding it funny how he could recall something so clearly when it had happened over 200 years ago.
Megan recognized Beatrice’s name as the one the warlock muttered at the hospital, but she decided not to mention it, feeling quite satisfied after hearing the story of how they met.
Suddenly, before the pair could continue their conversation, Dante sharpened his gaze and turned his head to the side.
"What’s wrong?" Megan asked.
"Something’s coming…" the warlock replied, standing up from the bench.
Right at that moment, a puff of smoke appeared beside them as Krom teleported to their location in the backyard.
"Dante!" the imp exclaimed.
"I know. I feel it, too," Dante said in a cold tone.
Megan couldn’t sense anything, but she took the warning seriously and stood up, carefully scanning her surroundings.
"Other side!" Krom shouted, prompting the warlock to rush back into the house, run through the living room, and exit through the front door.
