"Can't you forgive me this time?"
"Nope."
"Please."
"Still, no."
"Will you really put someone the same age as your son in prison?"
"Kid, my son himself is in prison! No means no."
Next to the abyssal gate, Dante, smiling widely, tried to convince Valor to let him go.
"What about this…" Dante suggested: "Let me go and I promise I'll never come near again. Not only the Holy Kingdom and Uldor, I won't get close to the regions themselves!"
Valor shook his head: "No, I can't let a threat like you bring chaos into this peaceful world. As a king, it's my duty to punish you and correct kids like you."
Dante's smile widened: "Sir, it's not like I'm judging you, but aren't you the King Valor who caused the death of thousands, if not millions of innocents?"
Valor tapped Dante's forehead lightly: "Yes, necessary sacrifices. Every single death hurt me more than you can imagine, but they were sacrifices I was willing to take. That's the curse a poor king like me has to carry."
