Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 471 Mission: 02-4 A Thousand Miles of Steps
The battle between Dantes and his companions continues to escalate.

"Flush!"

Mr. Dante slammed his cards down in front of him, clearly having finally gotten a strong hand and was just waiting to take a bite out of Mr. Virgil.

Unfortunately, he would be very wrong if he thought he had been losing because his cards weren't strong enough.

"Royal flush."

Mr. Virgil glanced at him, then revealed his cards with a hint of resignation. He had the highest hand in Texas Hold'em.

"Ugh—!!!" Mr. Dante could only rage helplessly. He had just bet his last chip, and if he lost this round, he would be completely out of the game.

Dante the Outcast went even earlier because his head was harder than the other two Dantes.

"Really?" Dante, who had miraculously survived, scratched his head. "I remember there was only one royal flush left in the deck. What kind of luck did you have?"

“I’d like to ask you guys what kind of luck you have,” Virgil shook his head helplessly. “Every time you act based on the high probability of something happening, but every time you encounter a low probability event. Then, in a situation with an extremely low probability of failure, you go all in, and just like that, you get yourself eliminated…”

This has indeed transcended the realm of "luck" and entered the category of "metaphysics".

"Shall we continue?" Mr. Virgil seemed to be barely suppressing a laugh. He had initially claimed he could take on two opponents by outsmarting them, but in the end, he discovered that intelligence wasn't necessary at all. Every time he drew a strong hand, Dante would charge at him like a bull seeing a matador's red cape, smashing him to pieces.

"Forget it, forget it." Dante shook his head: "Anyway, I wasn't the one who started this trouble, so there's no need for it."

But Dante the Outcast and Mr. Dante, having already lost, naturally wouldn't let him off so easily: "Hey! Are you going to be a deserter?"

"What you're sending out is your own sofa!"

Dante whistled with an "it's none of my business" expression.

That's only because the person sitting opposite him was another Virgil, otherwise he wouldn't have given up so easily.

"OK OK."

Seeing that they had finally finished their bet, Nero walked over. The person she was looking for was Dante the Other: "That hothead Dante over there, yes, it's you."

"Who's the hothead?"

The heterodox Dante was strongly dissatisfied with this, but there was nothing he could change. He was the youngest of the three Dantes, an undeniable fact.

"Next, we're going to your world," Nero simply announced.

"what?"

This question came somewhat suddenly, and although Heterodane Dante had no reason to object, he still had to ask a few questions: "Why?"

Nero's answer was simple and justified: "I was in a hurry to cause trouble for Mondes before, so I didn't care, but you still have things to deal with, right?"
"Your father's seal hasn't been broken yet. By the way, have you kept an eye on Virgil? How is he?"

"Are you talking about Sparta?!"

"So the Spartans from that world are still alive?!"

"Don't talk about him like he's dead... he's just missing."

Information about Dante's biological father immediately sparked heated discussions, and for a moment no one even cared what had happened to Virgil.

"Him?" Dante shook his head. "He's still alive, but that's all. At least for now, there's no sign of him reflecting on his actions, and right now..."

He paused, thought for a moment, and replied, "Probably living in prison?"

Upon hearing this answer, Nero was taken aback: "You put him in prison?"

Dante's expression turned grim: "How could that be? He was only arrested because of what happened before..."

"Ha ha!"

Nero raised his hand, gently twirling a strand of hair by his ear, and turned his head to see the other two Dantes taking the opportunity to mock Virgil and his companions beside him.

“I thought you would definitely rescue him,” Nero said after a moment of silence.

“There’s one thing I think you’re right about: he should be held responsible for his followers,” Dante said softly. “They died for him.”

"Okay, let's talk about those things later. Now..."

"Pause."

Nero turned around and saw that it was Dante who had called for them to stop. His gaze lingered on the face of the other Dante, and he said, "Before we go on, shouldn't you tell us a little about what's going on in that world?"

That was indeed a very reasonable request; the world of the other Dante was far too different from this one. Nero glanced at it, quite certain that Dante had said this for another reason.

He was probably craving something sweet.

Not long after, pizza delivery knocked on Devil May Cry's door.

"What is the Celestial Realm?"

Dante, who had just picked up the pizza, stopped what he was doing.

"It's the world of angels. Haven't you seen it?"

“There are no angels in this world,” Nero replied.

"Oh."

Dante stuffed the pizza into his mouth.

The existence of the Celestial Realm has greatly influenced the history of this world, and Mondes' successful conquest of the Celestial Realm is likely the direct reason why he cannot be defeated. However, all in all, it's not really a major problem.

The Lingbo Prison, a narrow space that prevents humans from directly contacting demons, is also one of the characteristics of that world. It has to be said that if every world had such a narrow space, it might actually be a good thing.

However, with Mondes gone, the only thing left to care about when going to that world is "Virgil".

Virgil and Mr. Virgil both shook their heads at the man's exploits.

“How shameful,” Mr. Virgil commented. “To want to dominate the world, he has to resort to deception and fraud? His approach was flawed from the start.”

Nero felt that there seemed to be a problem with the focus of his evaluation.

“Hmm.” Virgil nodded. “It’s not so bad that he’s willing to sacrifice his men, but he seems to have no control over them at all. Clearly, he doesn’t have the bearing of a king.”

The comment was also off-topic. Nero frowned, and with a somewhat stiff smile, spoke: "...Dad?"

“Excuse me. I meant…” Virgil quickly corrected himself, “He shouldn’t have been thinking about ruling any world.”

Yes, if you don't have the bearing of a king, don't talk about ruling. There's absolutely nothing wrong with that statement.

That's basically it.

Heterodane Dante summarized the previous discussion: "Now that he's become an ordinary person, I wonder if that will make him a little more lucid."

Then the wind swept away the clouds. As the sun set—

The Devil May Cry agency has fallen silent once again.

(End of this chapter)