Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 354 Mission: 06-2 Blood Memory

Sparta's former residence is a secluded but luxurious manor located in the suburbs, which is now covered by overgrown weeds and ivy.

"Ah."

Dante stood before the carved gate, submerged in greenery, and laughed at himself: "I never thought that I might have once been a child from a wealthy family."

Before him lay a neatly paved road, even wider than most city streets. However, years of neglect had crumbled the bricks from the wind and rain, their cracks filled with dirt, moss, and overgrown grass. Few flowers could be seen in the untended gardens on either side of the road. Brilliant sunlight streamed down on the uneven grass, radiating an infinite vitality that overflowed from it and spread throughout the entire estate.

At the center of the estate, a faded two-story red building stood at the end of the road. Once the home of a Spartan family of four, its scale could easily have been considered a palace. Even though its red walls had faded in the sun, its stained windows were obscured by the floor coverings, and its right side had collapsed, leaving only a broken frame and even traces of burns, the remains alone offered a glimpse into the beauty of its former self.

"Did you remember anything?"

Nero shielded his eyes from the midday sun with his hands and asked Dante a question.

"No, nothing."

Dante took a tentative step and walked through the open door.

The scene within the manor shimmered beneath the scorching sun, as if separated by a layer of gentle ripples. Dante's step was like passing through an invisible mirror and stepping into a mysterious, otherworldly space.

It’s a wonderful feeling, as if something has changed forever by taking this step.

But feelings are only feelings after all; in reality, Dante himself hadn't noticed any changes. He continued to take a step forward, turning his head to look behind him. "Do you think... I can really find my 'past' here?"

"Hard to say."

Nero's gaze passed over Dante and fell upon the dilapidated building. "It's been almost ten years since you lost your memory, hasn't it? Such a luxurious villa must have been visited many times by the homeless people in the neighborhood. It's hard to imagine there's anything left here that could bring back your memories."

The so-called "things that can evoke memories" are naturally records of images, such as photos or portraits. Such things are too easy to be harmed.

She even thought that if Virgil hadn't been watching over this place, they might even have found a few brave homeless people inside. There were always people who weren't afraid of this kind of "haunted house".

"...So what should we do?" Dante turned back to look at the building. "You were the one who suggested coming here. You shouldn't have any solutions, right?"

"So anything that Sparta left behind definitely isn't 'out there' either."

Nero walked in front of Dante and held out his hand to him: "Let's go to Limbo."

"Oh, great, I like it there." Dante said in a tone that was obviously sarcastic, and reluctantly grabbed one of Nero's fingers.

How could they hold hands like this? Nero glanced at him speechlessly, tapped the ground with his cane, and said, "Take us to Limbo."

This is the most cane-like thing the cane-sword can do. With the ability to "walk in the void," Samael can navigate Nero through the limbo world adjacent to reality.

"Yes, my master."

Samael's voice was tinged with sarcasm, but Nero, seeing it could be helpful, temporarily shrugged off his anger. A moment later, the world began to distort, and the crimson light from Limbo seeped into the midday sun. Nero and Dante's figures gradually vanished from reality, like the Little Mermaid in a fairy tale, transforming into transparent bubbles that swayed in the distorted sunlight. Then, Nero took a step forward, carrying Dante with him through the foamy wall of the world. The two transparent figures that remained silently collapsed and evaporated, merging into the scorching air, leaving no trace.

She opened her eyes again, and the ruins not far away were still ruins, but they were unknowingly covered with a layer of sad blood color.

"here it is……!"

The moment they entered Limbo, the hand that had been reluctantly grasping Nero's finger loosened. Dante knelt on one knee, his hand clutching his forehead, his unfocused eyes fixed on the burning building.

Virgil was not lying, this was undoubtedly where Dante once lived.

Dante, lost in his memories, struggled to reach out his hand. After a chaotic wave, an illusory flame really ignited on the former residence of Sparta.

"mom, Mom, Mom!"

Dante froze in place, dazed.

This scene is probably the last scene in Dante's memory before he lost his memory.

The Limbo Hell lies between the real world of humanity and the chaotic demonic realm, and can be considered the product of the intersection of these two worlds. The surface of this world, which resembles the real world, is actually a layer of "eggshell." Beneath this thin eggshell lies the void and chaos of the demonic realm.

At this moment, Dante's awakened memory overflowed with his powerful magic, forcibly rewriting the appearance of the world and pulling the space near Sparta Manor back to that night more than ten years ago.

Immediately, demons like a colony of ants swarmed in from all directions and surrounded the two "humans" who had "accidentally entered" the Limbo.

"It really doesn't keep people idle at all."

Nero pulled out the blade from his staff and turned to glance at Dante. But the man clearly didn't need her attention. The moment the demons appeared, he'd seized the "Rebellion" sword that had appeared behind him, his eyes ablaze with bloodshot.

"damn it--"

He gritted his teeth and roared, and the magic power that burst out with his voice stirred up a fierce wind with murderous aura: "—You damn demons!!!"

He drew his sword, stepped forward, lunged, and charged. He charged into the surging tide of demons without reservation, swinging his greatsword in a bloody storm.

"Ah this..."

Nero could only stare at Dante as he walked away, mouth agape. He subconsciously stroked the hair by his ear and sighed, "How terrifying! Is this how all Spartans act when they get angry?"

This is a good thing. Dante, who is completely trapped in his memories, needs some sandbags to vent his anger, and these demons come at the right time.

As for the fact that she looked even crazier when she was angry before, Nero naturally ignored it for the time being.

After all, most of the time, she is still very ladylike.

(End of this chapter)