Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 421 Mission: 03-4 Tradition
“It sounds no different than what we’re already doing.”

After listening to Virgil's story, Mr. Dante made such a sharp comment.

"I'm just explaining the stakes to you," Virgil replied calmly. "Now is definitely not the time to be overprotective of the younger generation. That kid in your family is powerful enough to get involved in this."

"Is this the reason why you brought this little girl to the demon world?" Mr. Dante was not convinced and still refused to give in.

As he spoke, his gaze naturally fell on Nero, who was being held back by Virgil. It seemed that he didn't quite trust Nero's strength... or as Virgil said, he was a little overprotective of his juniors.

Of course, Nero knew her Dante was the same way. He was a lone ranger, always willing to shoulder any challenge on his own. Unfortunately, whenever he and Nero appeared in the same incident, Dante would always be banned for their own reasons. He was never alone.

But once the topic got to this point, things actually became simpler. Virgil followed Dante's gaze to Nero, who was eager to fight behind him, and saw her mouth silently saying, "I'll talk to him." So he reluctantly stepped aside.

"Don't get hurt." That was all he said.

"Oh?" Mr. Dante narrowed his eyes, hearing the subtext in Virgil's words. He hadn't expected this seemingly quiet girl to be so aggressive at heart—perhaps this competitive spirit was something passed down through the Spartan bloodline.

"So this lady wants to convince me in a more direct way?" he asked.

"After all, Dad and Uncle Dante are both stubborn. Only facts can make them see sense." Nero smiled slightly, with the innocence and naivety of a younger generation. "I think you two are the same, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't be fighting all day long."

"Stubborn ass..." Virgil, who had retreated behind Nero, was speechless at the description. Mr. Nero, standing beside him, nodded repeatedly, saying, "True."

Just like Vergil's human side, V, and his demonic side, Urizen, were both completely defeated by reality, ultimately resigning themselves to the fact that they had taken the wrong path. Dante, after changing once, refused to change even after losing the fight, and stubbornly won again.

"snort……?"

The words were full of confidence. However, Mr. Dante was also very skeptical about whether this girl could really change his mind. To be conservative, let's say nine points, nine points.

The reason was very simple. Putting aside things like the total amount of magic power which was of little reference value to the people of the Spartan family, Nero's golden hair that reminded him of his mother did not look very strong.

That's it.

So he stood there without even putting on any pretense, and said directly, "Then come on."

"That's what you said, huh?"

The sight of the Yama Blade in Nero's hand made Mr. Dante's pupils shrink slightly. What was going on? The Virgil he knew wouldn't hand over his most important weapon like that, no matter how much he doted on his daughter.

Or... is he so afraid that his daughter will lose?

Before he could even think, Nero had already lowered his body and rushed forward. "Let's start with warm-ups, right?"

The clash of swords made a deafening sound. Mr. Dante raised his greatsword, holding it in front of him like a shield. Then, he heard a chuckle from the front, and finally began to realize that this Nero was different from the Nero he knew.

This knife is so much like Virgil's.

After carelessness had robbed him of the initiative, regaining it wasn't easy. Mr. Dante then faced Nero's furious onslaught. The Yama Blade whirled and spun, creating a vortex of sharp, meat-grinder-like airflow that only served to escalate Nero's momentum.

The blade struck from the upper left, and Mr. Dante immediately raised his sword to block it. He then immediately wanted to thrust forward to counterattack, but Nero's Yama Blade had once again appeared beside his magic sword, stabbing forward faster.

Mr. Dante wanted to use the weight of the greatsword to knock away Nero's thrust, but Nero retreated immediately, took advantage of the momentum to spin around and avoid the sword, and the blade fell again.

He had no choice but to take the initiative. With a thought, Mr. Dante's magic sword instantly split into countless shadows that swirled around him, spinning to meet Nero's blade.

But at the same moment, a phantom blue sword emerged from Nero's side and fell along the same trajectory. At that moment, Mr. Dante felt as if he were actually fighting Vergil.

The magic sword and the phantom sword collided and canceled each other out, but the situation on the field remained unchanged.

——But Virgil is also the opponent I am most familiar with in my life. It is too wishful to think that you can defeat me by imitating him!
A surge of fighting spirit ignited within Mr. Dante. He blocked Nero's Yama Blade with a single sword strike, then, after confirming Nero's retreat, dropped his sword and leaned forward, his hands and feet swirling with the same fiery flames. He delivered a spinning kick, meeting Nero's imminent, unleashed blow.

Nero then simultaneously gave up his original weapon, and impact steel weapons emerged on his body surface. He crossed his hands to block Mr. Dante's kick.

"Gilgamesh?"

Mr. Dante recognized his own collection. But before he could even begin to wonder, he realized that Nero's crossed hands hadn't just blocked his kick; they'd also directly locked onto his calf. Nero's control perfectly utilized the impact steel's force-absorbing properties. Otherwise, given equal strength, using one's hands to forcefully impact the calf, the area with the strongest force, would have been an unwise choice. The more rational response would have been to suppress the enemy's knee.

But now that Nero had grabbed Mr. Dante's calf, the situation was different, because Mr. Dante was also struggling to break free. Nero grabbed his leg, turned around, and pulled Mr. Dante out, trying to throw him out.

If he were thrown to the ground like this, there wouldn't be much room for a fight back. But Mr. Dante still had a plan—he always had a plan.

He jumped up as Nero exerted force, twisted his body in the air to try to break free from his control, and somersaulted, facing Nero again with his whole body hooked.

As a middle-aged old man, his body still showed amazing flexibility. He bent down in the air and attacked Nero's hand that was holding his right leg.

Nero then let go, and he and Mr. Dante exchanged punches before separating.

The Yama Sword appeared in her hand again, and two cross-shaped blade lights were slashed into the air, attacking Mr. Dante who was in the air.

(End of this chapter)