Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 350 Mission: 05-2 Speculation
Dante sat on the chair, his eyes widened as he watched the blonde girl walk out of the bathroom filled with mist.

"Wig?" he asked.

"You can think of it as me dyeing it," Nero replied.

"Can hair be dyed so quickly?"

"My photos are on TV, so I must dress up."

It was a completely irrelevant answer. Dante took it as a hint that the other party didn't want to answer the question seriously. After all, he really didn't think he could beat the girl in front of him.

He turned and asked, "What did you say just now?"

Nero tilted his head.

He can even forget things that happened less than a minute ago. Does this Dante have premature Alzheimer's?
It's too early, he looks to be in his early twenties.

"Are you interested in finding the truth?"

However, Nero patiently repeated it again and asked Dante if he was interested in his life experience.

Dante's answer was direct: "How do I find it?"

Nero gave the answer through his own guess: "All the secrets must be hidden in the place where Sparta once lived."

"So where is that place?"

Good question.

"I do not know."

"How do we find it then?!"

"Don't be impatient."

Seeing Dante's voice getting noticeably louder, Nero slowly dropped a bombshell: "Did you know there's actually a Son of Sparta in this world?"

"Nonsense, how would I know if I have lost my memory?"

Dante's tone grew increasingly hostile, but Nero continued to control the conversation at his own pace. "Now you know. There's one more thing you need to know: the other party is aware of your existence."

"so?"

"So, he probably has recovered all his memories."

"Okay. Okay."

Dante stood up, kicked the chair behind him back, spread his hands and stared at Nero: "So what do we do now? Go find this 'brother' whose name I don't even know, and put on a 'harmonious family' show with him?"

Nero looked him in the eye calmly. "What I mean is, he definitely knows where you lived before you were seven. Isn't that pretty clear?"

"……oh?"

"Go in, ask him questions, and leave. That's what I recommend."

"Ah... this sounds good."

Simple, effective, and hassle-free.

The problem is that--

"So where is he?"

"I do not know either."

This time Dante really couldn't hold it in anymore: "Then why are you saying all this?!"

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient." Nero pushed the angry Dante aside and walked past him calmly, saying, "Have you ever thought about this? As a son of Sparta, you fight demons all day long, so what about your brothers?" "Almost the same as me?"

"Yes and no. He is indeed fighting demons, but the difference is that he is not alone."

Dante vaguely understood Nero's intention after hearing her words. He followed Nero and asked, "Wait... could this person you're talking about be the leader of that awful 'Order Society'?"

"Huh?" Nero turned around in surprise.

Then she saw Dante frowning, looking impatient. "What? This is the only organization claiming to be fighting against demons, right? Even a three-year-old in Lingbo City knows that."

Nero had never expected Virgil's organization to be so high-profile. Being able to maintain covert operations despite such a high profile showed that Virgil was quite resourceful.

Moreover, this was the first time she heard the name "Order Society".

She cleared her throat, trying to hide her embarrassment at not knowing anything, and continued, "So here's the thing. This guy has three burrows, so even the demons can't find him. Naturally, I don't know where he is right now."

So the topic returned to the previous point: "So all your words were in vain? I'm really impressed."

Perhaps feeling that talking to Nero, the riddler, was a waste of time, Dante turned around and walked away when she passed a fork in the road. However, Nero really didn't understand anything at the moment, so all she could do was to tell riddles.

Although she didn't have to solve riddles, Dante was gone, and Nero didn't lose anything.

"But I know where the 'prison' he uses to imprison demons is."

However, Nero decided to tell him everything she knew. On the one hand, his ignorance was quite painful to watch, but on the other hand, with Dante around, Nero still had a way to get information from Virgil. She didn't want to resort to violence unless it was absolutely necessary.

After some useful information finally emerged in the conversation, Dante stopped and turned around: "Really?"

"real."

Because Nero escaped from there. Although...

Although she felt that with Virgil's cautiousness, the place should have been abandoned.

But perhaps there are still some clues to be found.

"Okay." Dante walked back. "But if he really is my brother, I'll probably go with him after I remember everything. What are you trying to gain by helping me?"

To this, Nero's answer was: "You can go with whoever you want. I just need to find a way to deal with Mondes in the end."

"Mundus..."

"It's the Demon Realm Emperor. You haven't forgotten, have you?"

"Who are you looking down on?" Dante waved his hands in irritation. "Of course I remember!"

Nero squinted at Dante, expressing her suspicion. However, she didn't delve into the question of whether Dante might have Alzheimer's. Instead, she returned to the original topic: "This is the situation. I have reasons to defeat Mendes. Even if you hadn't come, I would have gone to Vergil anyway, as he likely has the most information."

"Is that why you barged in to ask questions?"

"Yes, but if you don't come, it will probably turn into a violent conflict because he seems to have some misunderstandings about me."

"Is this really a misunderstanding?" Dante looked at her with the same eyes as Nero just now.

"Of course it's true." Nero glared back without any guilt.

But the violent conflict wasn't caused by misunderstanding. According to Nero, Virgil wouldn't tell the truth unless he saw Dante, and even if he did, he wouldn't necessarily tell the truth. So, in order to get him to tell the truth, violence was the only option.

It wasn't that Nero was unhappy with what he had done before.

At least not entirely.

At this point, Dante finally gave in to her trust. He shrugged, looked out the sunny window, and asked:
"Then when do we set off?"

(End of this chapter)