30 Preparations

Dante was getting ready at this moment, wearing a basic black suit as he looked at himself in the mirror. Vividly, he could see his past self: a boy with black hair and brown eyes, weak, barely able to stand, with dark circles suggesting weeks of sleep deprivation.

Contemplating that image, Dante almost vomited, fearing to return to his past and lose the people he loved in the present. Panting, he recovered and adjusted himself. Today was the day the academy would welcome the new freshmen.

Dante was eager to meet people his age but also afraid that everyone would be afraid of him. The shadow of his mother was too large for young Dante to step out of it at thirteen.

While getting ready, he felt a hug from behind, two long hands wrapping around his neck. He smiled when he saw the Witch's reflection in the mirror.

"Are you ready?" Morgana asked as she hugged him from behind.

"Yes, I'm excited," Dante replied, observing who he had become.