My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

While Dante discussed plans, Sara... sprinted through the corridors as fast as possible after witnessing the [Stride Among Flames].

It might seem foolish, but the [Stride Among Flames] is a movement technique exclusive to Dante and Valentina. Many have attempted to mimic it, like Ethan's [Step of Lightning] or the [High Tide] Sara herself invented to run across the ocean.

Now, however... Sara was desperate as she ran. Her thoughts started to create complete chaos in her head. She didn't know if it was possible for the [Stride Among Flames] to have been passed on to someone else, so she was running as fast as she could to find Naga, who was in her chambers.

"It can't be, can it? Tell me it's possible!" Sara screamed internally. Her heart pounded like an instrumental battery. Her body was flooded with adrenaline just at the thought of the slim, tiny possibility of Dante or anyone who knew about it existing.

It had been ten years, ten years of waiting and searching for the people responsible for the incident. Now, after ten years, finally, something made sense!

"Let's go!" She shouted loudly as she ran increasingly towards the door ahead. She didn't even wait to knock, just barged in.

"Nagasawa!" Sara shouted loud enough to startle the seated woman, causing her to spill the tea on the floor completely!

"Kyaaa!!" She screamed in shock, and the hot tea stained the entire floor. She looked at it sadly... "My tea..." still not understanding, she turned to Sara and stared at her as if she would kill her.

"Sara Vortex... it's good... that you explain yourself." She said in a dark tone, even leaving Sara slightly scared, but she didn't care!

"Nagasawa! That man used the Stride Among Flames right in front of me!" She shouted loud enough to startle Nagasawa and make her move away from the completely... crazy girl.

"You're crazy, nobody can use the Stride Among Flames, that's impossible." Nagasawa said, completely denying it, while Sara's gaze began to penetrate Nagasawa's mind.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that!" Nagasawa shouted, feeling a chill down her spine, seeing how frightening Sara could be...

"Arthur, or rather, that person! She used Stride! I'm sure of it, Naga!" She shouted again, and this time Nagasawa felt her expression much more serious.

"Sara, are you sure you didn't see a similar ability? I'm sorry, Sara, but nobody in this world can recreate that ability. We both know that, after all, everyone has tried," Nagasawa said.

Of course, Dante didn't know this, but the ability Valentina taught him is taught only by her. Many have tried to copy it, but there has never been complete success. A movement technique that combines the user's element with the mana essence of the environment, enabling them to traverse among the mana lines of the world. This was the true ability behind the Stride Among Flames.

That's why Nagasawa was so certain...

"Elder sister, when has my intuition been wrong?" Sara questioned, and this time the seriousness transferred to Nagasawa.

"Never, but that's not the point, Sara," she replied, trying not to go down that road. Actually, even Nagasawa was suspicious about it; Sara's intuition was almost divine.

"Elder sister, think about the only people who can use this," Sara said, trying to influence Nagasawa.

"The only person who can use this is Valentina," Nagasawa said, and Sara's face was like she was saying 'Seriously?'

"And... Dante." Silence filled the entire room. Nagasawa didn't even want to consider what she was thinking about the things Sara said, but undeniably, that man... emitted something similar to Dante.

'That unique sensation... no, it mustn't be that. It can't be that,' Nagasawa pondered for not even a second on the possibility. She simply clung to skepticism and ignored the opinions thrown around.

"Stop dreaming!" Nagasawa shouted, she was... frustrated. "How dare you insinuate that? Stop creating empty hopes!" She began... to cry.

"Empty? Empty?!?" Sara shouted, angrily and bitterly. "Don't you find it strange? Hm? How a Spear can be connected to Dante? Hm!?!" Sara shouted again.

"After ten years! It's been ten years, Nagasawa! Nothing! Nothing but empty traces! And now, out of nowhere, absolutely out of nowhere, we have information about Dante?!" She shouted.

"DAMN IT! Stop being stupid! You felt the connection too, didn't you?! That idiot is our damn husband!" She shouted so loudly the ground trembled, her hair turned neon gold, and her eyes burned with rage.

Nagasawa's thoughts shattered like glass, feeling Sara's certainty echoing throughout the room.

"SARA! STOP THIS NOW!" She shouted so loudly the place shook, and her red eyes burned with fury.

"Stop dreaming like this! It's hurting me!" She shouted. Of course, it hurt her... She belonged to Dante, and Dante abandoned her.

"I will kill you if you tell me to stop thinking about the man I love," Sara said, her neon golden eyes and hair beginning to rise as she prepared to attack.

"Quiet," Simon appeared inside the room immediately.

"Eh?" Both women looked at him, and he simply said, "We are starting to move. Prepare for combat. We have serious problems to face."

"What do you mean?" Sara questioned, returning to normal. Nagasawa, on the other hand, still narrowed her eyes, seeing Sara's exaggerated reaction.

"Stop fighting each other. A high-level demon is controlling Ethan," Simon said, startling Sara, who was the only one who truly understood what that meant.

"Who said that?" She questioned. "The man who called himself Arthur. He said he's a high-ranking demon who's controlling him," Simon explained, and the two looked at each other.

"Stop wasting time. Speed up your preparations. Yrniel and Sylvia went to fetch Morgana," Simon remarked.

"Morgana? Why?" Nagasawa questioned, and Simon simply said, "She needs to see something and she needs to return that Crimson Spear to Valentina," he said.

"I believe you can't handle an enraged Valentina when she comes out of her sealing, can you?" He questioned, and the two lowered their heads. Uncover secrets at m|v|l|e|mp|y|r.

'It would be a pity to tell you about what's to come... What a damned boy I befriended...'