Dante shook his head before looking at the woman's subordinates.
"Your people are pretty shit, you know. How are you a Mythical Being with Epic-tier subordinates?" The woman's expression slowly shifted into annoyance.
"Not all servants exist for combat purposes." Dante simply asked, "Then you're fucking them?" The demoness, with her light red skin and elegant white-and-red robes, frowned. "Your language is far too crude for someone of your caliber."
Dante ignored the comment entirely, glancing toward the bar on the other side of the room. "Can you lot come over here? And everyone else—if you're not at least Sage level, get back to your rooms, your seats, or whatever. Just fuck off."
Lexa let out a weary sigh, shaking her head. "Master..." Dante shot her an irritated look. "Fuck that. They're making this way more dramatic than it needs to be. All they have to do is sit down so we can talk. Instead, half of them are lingering around uselessly, and this demoness is the only one actually willing to come over. I just want to get this conversation over with so I can go back to my room, get some sleep, and sex and move on. Is it really that hard to follow?"
Vexion giggled as she looked at Lexa, who had closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose in complete defeat.
Everyone else in the room who hadn't already left simply stared at Dante. No one knew what to say. Even the demoness was momentarily speechless.
Finally, the last two individuals Dante had assumed were Mythical Beings made their choice. One ignored him completely and returned to his room, while the other merely chuckled before walking over and taking a seat.
Just like that, only ten people remained. Dante, Vexion, and Lexa. The demoness and her two attendants. Making six. Then there was the man who looked human, or at least that was what Dante's eyes told him. He was exceptionally handsome, rivaling even Dante himself.
Neatly kept blond hair framed striking brown eyes, while his pale complexion gave him an almost immaculate appearance. He wore a beautifully tailored white jacket decorated with intricate patterns, matching white trousers, and at his waist rested a sword within an ornate golden sheath.
He looked every bit the part of someone powerful. Finally, Dante's attention shifted toward the last two individuals. More specifically...Toward one of them.
A fairy.
She looked delicate, wearing a gentle smile as she quietly observed everyone present. Large translucent wings extended behind her, their ethereal patterns catching the light beautifully. Her long green hair matched her vivid emerald eyes, while ears slightly shorter than an elf's completed her appearance.
Her robes were similar in style to Vexion's, but where Vexion's emphasized allure, hers radiated graceful innocence. There were no gemstones or embroidered jewels adorning the fabric. Instead, elegant leaf-like patterns blended naturally into the robes, giving them an almost living appearance. Even her earrings resembled polished green leaves.
Beside her stood a barbarian carrying an enormous war hammer. He had the rugged appearance of someone forged through countless battles. Dante barely spared him a glance.
Level six in the Legendary Tier. Meaningless.
His gaze drifted between the demoness, the blond man, and the fairy.
Thick... but not thick enough.
Pretty, but I can't figure out what his deal is.
...And a fairy.
Eventually, Dante turned toward Vexion. "Can you get me something to eat?" Vexion nodded before glancing at Lexa, who quietly walked over to one of the ship attendants. The demoness spoke first.
"I'll assume your rudeness comes from believing you're unbeatable."
She crossed one leg over the other and leaned back gracefully, resting both hands on her knee. Her long robe exposed one smooth leg from the thigh downward without appearing indecent.
She noticed Dante's eyes lingering on her. "Are you going to keep staring?" Dante paused for a moment before asking,"Are you a virgin?"
She blinked. "...Excuse me?" Dante leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as though genuinely trying to inspect her more closely. The demoness blinked again, now looking more confused than annoyed.
Dante continued in the same casual tone.
"Have... you... ever... been fucked?"
He tilted his head. "Is that the proper way to ask it?"
Vexion immediately covered her mouth, struggling to suppress her laughter. The stunned expressions around the room reminded her once again that this was exactly what made Dante... Dante.
He ignored every convention of common sense so effortlessly that people rarely knew how to respond. That confusion was strangely entertaining. Before long, another soft giggle joined hers.
The fairy.
Dante still stared at the demoness, patiently waiting for an answer.
Eventually, she sighed, realizing she was slowly losing control of the conversation. She wasn't sure whether it was her confidence, the initiative, or simply the flow of the discussion, but she knew she was falling behind.
In the end, she simply answered. "No, I'm not a virgin. Are you?"
Dante shook his head before leaning back into the couch. Even then, his eyes occasionally wandered toward the slit of her dress, something the demoness clearly noticed.
Suppressing another sigh, she asked, "Can we at least begin with introductions? I assume we're all heading to the academy?" Dante nodded. "Dante. First year."
The handsome blond man smiled politely. "Jurian." The fairy followed with a graceful smile. "Elisophere." Finally, the barbarian spoke. "Gorgan."
Dante turned back toward the demoness. His gaze briefly drifted to her exposed thigh before returning to her face. She caught him immediately, a faint smirk appearing on her lips.
"Do you ogle everyone you meet?"
Dante shook his head.
"No. I'm actually a gentleman."
"..."
"..."
"..."
The room fell completely silent. Lexa, who had returned some time ago, quietly covered her face in embarrassment, while Vexion struggled to keep herself from laughing.
Dante simply looked back at them, genuinely confused by their reactions. The demoness cleared her throat before speaking. "My name is Aishwani."
Dante nodded. "Nice to meet you, fellow students."
He paused for a second.
"Aisha, do you give head?"
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"..."
"..."
Once again, silence filled the room. Vexion finally burst into laughter, unable to hold it in any longer. Lexa pinched the bridge of her nose and looked toward the ceiling with a defeated expression.
I'm supposed to introduce myself as this man's subordinate...
Even the fairy covered her mouth, clearly trying not to laugh herself, though she seemed hesitant to offend anyone. Aishwani looked at Dante with visible irritation.
"It's Aishwani, not Aisha. And I have absolutely no reason to answer a question like that. Did you gather everyone here just to ask things like this?"
Dante nodded without the slightest embarrassment. "That's fair." His attention shifted toward the fairy. She froze slightly.
This elf... Aren't elves supposed to be elegant and noble? Dante openly studied her appearance before giving an honest assessment.
"I was checking you out, but... yeah." He shrugged. "Vexion really is one of a kind. You're beautiful—ethereal, even—but..."
His eyes briefly drifted downward.
"No ass. No thick thighs."
He clicked his tongue.
"Tsk."
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"..."
Once again, nobody knew how to respond. Before Dante could continue speaking, Vexion returned carrying a plate of fries, a drink, and several more of the foods Dante insisted on calling "fast food."
She was about to kneel beside him as usual, but Dante simply reached out and pulled her sideways onto his lap. She let out a small blush before settling comfortably against him.
Everyone present exchanged another look of quiet defeat. Vexion merely giggled.
Lexa, on the other hand, had finally decided to stop being surprised.