*Starting Scene*

Ilya and Dante have spent the past couple of days traveling to reach their destination, having to pass through two other small towns aside from Peradia in the process. Fortunately, they did take advantage of the housing those towns supplied when the duo wanted to take a break, wash up, or sleep for the night. Right now, the pair are traversing within a fairly large forest that is their last obstacle to Velkry.

Dante casually walks with both hands in his pockets as he's checking out the countless wildlife and numerous trees that seem to not have been fazed at all by the war. "This area's pretty peaceful."

Ilya struts ahead of Dante while possessing a light smile and looks at him out of the corner of her right eye. "Of course. The entire forest is owned by Velkry. If anything were to happen to it and the Royal Council weren't notified about any damage inflicted by people we have treaties with, then there will be severe consequences. That's how much it means to my people."

Curiosity arises from Dante amidst cocking his head to the left. "Hmmm... I guess the Royal Council are the big dogs of your city, huh?"

Ilya gives Dante a slightly aggravated look. "Don't call them that! They are the most respected of Velkry! So please show them the proper respect they deserve in my presence!"

Dante pouts with an apologetic demeanor, lowering his focus to the terrain a tad. "Sorry."

Ilya's dumbfounded by Dante's change in behavior before turning her attention to the region in front of herself with aggravation still lingering and thinks, "This guy really is strange..." She suddenly recalls how Dante defeated Gunta with minimal effort, causing her to contentedly smirk while thinking, "But he is pretty amazing, considering he isn't even a Spellcaster." Ilya then realizes something and abruptly stops walking.

Dante stands to Ilya's right with a hint of curiosity appearing. "What's up?"

Ilya commandeers her gaze to Dante with some seriousness brimming. "You never told me why you want to go to Velkry so badly. I need to know your intentions. If they turn out to be problematic for my people, I won't be able to take you there. Although... I probably shouldn't be taking YOU there in the first place."

Dante quickly gives Ilya a reassuring grin while ignoring the last thing she said. "If that's all, I'll tell you with no problem." The wavy-haired individual pulls out his right hand from his pocket, holding onto the Sealing Glove and lifts it in front of himself with his hand not too far away from his face. "I want to see if your Royal Council is interested in giving me something for this."

Surprise immediately overtakes Ilya as her jaw drops. "Really?! You actually want to be rid of it?!"

Dante nods and puts the hand that's holding the glove down enough to be at the same height as his chest. "To be honest, this glove isn't one of the ten Sealing Gloves."

Ilya becomes fairly confused while slightly tilting her head to the right. "What do you mean?"

Dante faces Ilya with a nonchalant demeanor. "It's actually the fusion of three low numbered Sealing Gloves." He chuckles with his eyes shut. "So technically it isn't merely one glove, but three. Only combined."

Ilya's eyes widen profoundly as she's quite amazed. "That's what you meant when you fought that big guy about how there WERE ten gloves!"

Dante walks ahead of Ilya amidst him continually confronting her and replies with a carefree composition. "Exactly." He navigates his raised appendage to plant it on the side it corresponds to while maintaining his hold upon the item. "The gloves infused together were # 7, # 8 and # 9, which are normally the color black like all the other Sealing Gloves with the mentioned numbers in red. So now, this glove's level of power is on par with the # 4 glove. That's why I can use a powerful seal such as Hell's Gate without severe drawback." Dante pauses for a moment, hurriedly glancing downward, and sighs before refocusing onto Ilya with his laid-back attitude returning. "Too bad for me, I can only pull it off after placing a smaller seal on who I'm fighting and as long as that person's not overwhelmingly stronger. In addition to that, there's a huge gap of power between gloves # 4 and # 3, making it basically above average in strength. Though, not extraordinary like the top three, where no real side effects occur other than needing a very powerful will to be able to use them, with the exception of the # 1 glove."

Ilya's amazement doesn't cease with intrigue rapidly including itself. "That really is something, but how did you achieve that? It's nearly impossible for someone to fuse accessories like those."

Dante bluntly responds. "My cousin, Hitomi. She's one of the best Fusion Spellcasters. There's nothing she can't join together, although it can be a hefty process depending on what's fused together. When she was done with my gloves, Hitomi was left without magic for over a month and in a lot of pain. I owe her big for that."

Astonishment can be noted on Ilya's character as she draws closer to Dante. "Really?! That's insane!"

Dante plainly nods. "Yup. It was well worth it might I add." He turns his posterior to Ilya and resumes walking. "Let's keep moving. We need to get to Velkry before it gets dark."

Ilya simply watches Dante advance for a moment due to her being stunned by everything she was just told until snapping out of it via shaking her head fast while having her eyes shut. Afterwards, the white-haired beauty swiftly catches up with Dante and walks next to his right while calmly peering at him. "I have another question."

Dante looks at Ilya out of the corner of his eyes. "Go for it."

Ilya promptly utters with a decent quantity of concern taking form, "The Einsburns are usually famous for the fact that all its family members are Spellcasters with terrifying potential, however, you're one with no magic. Was that rumor wrong? Or is it that you aren't originally an Einsburn, and for some reason, were adopted by them perhaps?"

Dante sets his sights to the sector in front of himself and smirks. "First of all, they wouldn't do that. Even though my parents were really good people, they abide to the family's rule to never stray from our bloodline. To answer you, I'd say it's the norm for my family to be Spellcasters. I just happen to be the only one that isn't." The Caucasian gazes at Ilya once again. "I'm also the sole member that can hear people's thoughts."

Ilya's moderately confused by that last sentence as she cocks her head to the right once more, but brushes it off and concentrates on the path that now shows an exit from the forest. Having seen that, the hazel-eyed chick joyously giggles and does a quick sprint forward after yelling, "There's the end of the forest!"

Dante observes Ilya run up ahead while putting his right hand back into his pocket, sustaining his pace with a mild smile and mutters, "She sure must love that city to be so excited." He softly laughs to himself after closing his eyes and eventually reaches Ilya, who's standing with admiration oozing out. Following that, Dante witnesses that Ilya's staring at a giant, rectangular, cement wall that completely blots the city from sight with humongous, metallic double doors as the lone method of passing through the enormous structure.

Ilya turns to her right so she can set her vision upon Dante, unable to conceal her excitement, and extends out her left arm toward the wall. "There it is! This is where my magnificent city resides!"

Dante grins as he's quite impressed by the gigantic wall and metal doors. "Wow... The outside alone is intimidating."

Ilya lowers her western limb while putting both hands behind her back and contentedly nods at Dante with her eyes closed. "It's supposed to!" She returns her focus to the city's walls while facing them. "We want everyone to know that this is the Holy Sanctuary and they'd better think twice before trying to mess with us!"

Dante chuckles and veers his attention to Ilya prior to remembering a certain detail. This forces the blonde to confront the female again with interest radiating from his person. "Hey, can I ask you something I've been wondering about since we met?"

Ilya gives Dante a confused expression until nodding again. "Sure. Ask me anything."

Dante immediately inquires with no hesitation at all, "Why were you so hell-bent on looking for that Class S Spellcaster?"

Ilya's a bit caught off guard before giggling in a nervous manner as she gently moves the right side of her hair via her left hand since some of it got into her field of vision at that moment. "I'm actually not supposed to tell anyone this, but I guess it'll be fine. You've already told me so much anyhow." The teenager lowers her hoisted appendage to place it atop her hip and firmly states, "My people only have twelve Class S Spellcasters, including the Royal Council... Despite their incredible strength, if things were to ever go bad with the Einsburn, Trailblaze Organization or any other Spellcaster groups, having as many high-leveled Spellcasters as possible will guarantee our home's defense."

Dante's conduct becomes cold after hearing Ilya's explanation while thinking, "Does that mean Velkry's Royal Council suspect an attack in the near future? Maybe they're being really cautious."

Ilya doesn't notice the look on Dante's face due to her shifting her attention back to the giant wall with her excitement resurfacing, lifts both arms near her chest and tightly clenches her hands into fists. "Alright, let's go!" The dame sprints forth once she has lowered her arms while shouting with glee in her voice, "I need to check in with the Royal Council about my search!"

After seeing Ilya advance ahead with a bland composure, Dante quickly rushes behind the white-haired girl so the two of them can simultaneously arrive at the huge, metal doors. Unfortunately, the duo are suddenly halted by a woman wearing a white cloak that covers most of her body while her face is hidden inside the hood that comes with the cloak. Not much later, the chick points a long, white halberd at Dante and Ilya while keeping a strong grip on it via both hands as she barks out in a commanding tone, "Stop right there!"

The pair hastily do as they are told with a small amount of panic showing on the young man's demeanor. In Ilya's case, the hazel-eyed character's a bit dumbfounded until giving the woman a serious glare with an upright posture and cocks her head to the left. "What are you doing, Celty?"

The female individual hurriedly pulls her rearward out of surprise and mumbles, "I know that voice." She instantly composes herself amidst removing the hood with her right hand, revealing that she's not much older looking than Ilya and wields roughly the same body size, while holding the spear in her left hand. In addition, it's noted that Celty has fairly tanned skin, orange eyes and short, straight, light red hair with her bangs completely covering her forehead. Following that, the redhead's eyes joyfully light up as she releases a delighted cry and lunges towards the dress-endowed beauty with her arms stretched forward. "Ilya!"

Ilya reacts by extending her arms accordingly, and soon, the two girls hug each other while clearly happy to see one another. 

Concurrently, Dante stares at the two girls with his arms presently entwined in front of his torso  while substantially amused by what he's witnessing and thinks, "I don't need to hear anyone's mind to tell that they're good friends."

Celty loosens her embrace on Ilya enough to make eye contact with her friend. "It's so great that you're back! I really missed you!"

Ilya sharply nods with a big smile portrayed. "Me too! It's felt like forever!" She promptly giggles with her eyes shut.

Dante momentarily clears his throat to get the duo's attention with no change to his demeanor. "Sorry to interrupt, but shouldn't we be moving on, Ilya?"

Ilya instantly understands what Dante's getting at after locking eyes with him. "That's right." The headband-wearing girl steps away from Celty while letting go of her friend to place both hands behind herself and cheerfully utters, "We're going to see the Royal Council! I have to report in like usual!"

Celty nods, however, suspicion appears out of nowhere as she sets her gaze onto Dante. "Who is he anyway, Ilya?" She then establishes her concentration back to Ilya. "You know the rules of our city."

Ilya answers Celty's concern in a reassuring manner, waving her right hand at the orange-eyed damsel. "Relax. Dante's here to do business with the Royal Council." The young lady puts her right hand down to plant it onto her hip while commandeering her head to the right so her eyes are set on the wavy-haired male. "He has something very special to offer them. I trust him."

Dante rapidly blinks his eyes out of bewilderment while mentally registering, "She trusts me..." He contentedly smirks as his expression softens.

Celty hesitates a tad prior to finally giving into Ilya's request and gives her a nervous look. "Alright, but go straight to the council. Your brother should be heading over there as we speak."

Ilya's immensely filled with happiness while taking her right hand off her hip. "Wonderful! I was hoping he'd be back!"

Curiosity overruns Dante's constitution as he gingerly talks to himself. "Her brother?"

Ilya snaps her attention to Dante again as she motions at him with her left hand. "Come on, Dante! Let's go!"

Dante simply nods before following Ilya inside the city the moment the giant, doors had openen with the use of a complex, metallic mechanism that's attached to the other side of the wall from opposing sectors of the pathway. The instance the two enter and the doors began to close behind them, it can be seen on Celty's expression that something is bothering her as she places her left hand, which still holds the white spear, behind her with the other hand grasping onto the redhead's chin while muttering, "Dante... Sounds familiar..."

*Scene Change*

The duo make their way through Velkry as Dante takes notice of the grand quantity of people happily residing within the city while taking into account that the majority of them are wearing beige-color clothing. This makes the lad feel out of place a tad due to what he's wearing in contrast. During that, Ilya explains to Dante that in Velkry, for someone to know who's of a higher Spellcaster Class, those within Classes C Plus and lower have beige attire on while anyone at a class above that are to wear white. Although to a point this method of classification was convenient, the young man didn't see any real worth in it as he continued to look around and sees many concession stands all over, selling different types of goods.

Soon enough, Dante and Ilya arrive at the heart of the city where an immense, cement-based mansion resides with the other housings in the area separated from it thanks to the short, metal-poled fencing that surrounds the mansion. Seeing this leaves Dante speechless while standing atop the path leading to the mansion's doorway as he's gawking at it with an awestruck expression. 

Ilya's fairly amused by Dante's composure as she lightly covers her mouth via her right hand until realizing that there's a familiar face right at the castle's entrance. It's quickly shown that the individual the chick recognizes is a Caucasian man in his 20s, who's about a couple of inches taller than Dante with long, white hair tied into a pony-tail, a white cloak much like the one Celty wields and matching pants that have a Longsword strapped to the left part of his waist. Like Ilya, the guy's eyes are hazel while wearing a silver, isosceles, pentagon-shaped pendant around his neck. Right after that, Ilya rushes to the man and excitedly shouts upon deciding to jump into the air prior to reaching him, "Big brother!"

The male gives the white-haired beauty a blank look since he wasn't expecting her outburst, however once he realizes it's his little sister after turning away from the entrance to confront Ilya, the man manages to catch her without any real effort and laughs while questioning with his left eye shut, "It's been a while, hasn't it, my dear sister?"

Ilya happily replies the instance she directs her attention to her brother with her eyes brightly gleaming out of happiness. "Definitely! How long do you plan on staying?!"

Before he had the chance to answer Ilya's question, the gentleman saw Dante casually walking towards the two of them with his hands in his pockets, forcing a cold demeanor out of the adult as he puts Ilya down onto the ground considering he was holding her up. After creating some separation from his sister, the cloaked guy locks eyes with Dante while seeming on edge about his appearance. "I sort of recognize you."

Dante faintly grins while mildly tilting his head to the left. "You most likely do, but it would be best if we spoke inside. My name being said in such a public place would more than likely cause trouble and even some panic." The blonde motions with his head to the multiple crowd whom are strolling around them as they are minding their own business.

The white-haired man heeds Dante's words and sharply nods. "You may have a point. There are people, who not only the mentioning of their name would cause such issues, but the shear fact they are even here..." He sets his sights onto Ilya as she's now standing to his right with a hint of disappointment taking form and completes his sentence. "Is something forbidden without the Supreme Council's permission. So please, Ilya... Tell me he isn't one."

Ilya gently scratches her right cheek with her left index finger as nervousness is brimming. "W-Well... You see..."

Dante unexpectedly intervenes with a nonchalant attitude while situated a few inches away from Ilya's brother. "If you plan on blaming anyone, have it be me. All Ilya did was try to pay back a debt to me. That's why she brought me here. I assure you, I'd very much prefer to avoid conflict of any kind. I'm just here to meet your Royal Council and offer them something I believe would be of a lot of use to them. You may escort me if it'll make things easier."

The hazel-eyed character briefly contemplates Dante's explanation until steering himself to face the entrance and firmly says, "Alright. Come along, now." He glances at Ilya. "You too. You're supposed to report to the council about your mission, aren't you?"

Ilya immediately nods after lowering her left hand. "Correct, brother."

*Scene Change*

All three of them enter the mansion as its confines are filled with an astonishing appearance because of its resemblance to the typical home of royalty. There are several large pillars stationed at both regions of the enormous room the trio had entered and key onto the existence of a big staircase leading to the upper level. They soon reach the middle of the area that has a large circle with Latin writing, and once all three stand in its core, a rumbling sound commences to resonate throughout the building. Afterwards, the floor that makes up the circle starts to descend as Dante's a little baffled by the fact they are going to a lower level, instead of going up.

While they wait for the trip's conclusion, Dante couldn't help glancing over at Ilya's brother occasionally thanks to hearing the pendant-endowed guy's thoughts as he displays a composed demeanor and thinks, "He already has an accurate idea of who I am and might jump the gun if I choose now to say what I want to the Royal Council." He navigates his attention in front of himself to stare at the ascending wall while thinking with a smirk established, "I'm gonna' have to be careful with my timing..." The Caucasian shifts his gaze toward Ilya, who's making it extremely obvious that she's going over what to say to the council inside her mind with nervousness portrayed. The sight of that compels Dante to restrain himself from letting out a chuckle before thinking, "But it'll be worth it."

Having noticed Dante watching Ilya, the sword-wielder leans towards the green-eyed gentleman with a stern look and whispers, "I'm going to be very clear. You involving my sister in whatever you're planning will end immediately, once your meeting with the Royal Council is finished. If you do not heed my warning, you will surely regret it."

Dante locks eyes with Ilya's brother as slight intensity resounds in them while showing minimal emotion on his face. "We'll see. It all depends on how they feel about my offer." He grins in an arrogant way.

The white-haired man's eyes narrow with aggravation brimming as he's about to issue a rebuttal, however, is interrupted by the trio finally reaching their destination while the wall ahead of the them soon starts receding towards opposite directions from each other, a brick at the time. Once the wall spreads out enough for all three to pass through, they do exactly that as the room's pitch black until lighting up while revealing a Throne Room, causing the trio to stop their advancement.

Ilya, her brother and Dante are swiftly face to face with three adults, who are currently sitting next to one another inside a decorative throne just out of Dante's range to hear their thoughts as they wear Royal-like clothing that helps show-off how important individuals are. For a brief moment, Dante didn't pay much mind to the trio in front of him since he's amazed by the room's beautiful details, however, was made to mount his focus onto them via a soft elbow hitting the young man's side. This is due to Ilya, who's still standing on Dante's left, not being pleased by his lack of consideration.

Witnessing Ilya hit Dante forces a light giggle from the only woman out of the three people sitting on a throne as she's located between her companions with her left hand covering her mouth, elbow planted upon the armrest and having her rear against the seat. 

Hearing the lady, Dante's a tad dumbfounded while analyzing the gorgeous women's physical features as he takes into account her slim, fair-skinned, busty figure that's mostly covered up by a long, puffy, white dress with matching heels. He also registers her long, light brown hair that's tied into a pony-tail, gleaming blue eyes and several golden bracelets decorating both of her arms.

After that, the woman removes her hand enough to place the back of it underneath her chin and speaks with an enchanting voice. "It's good to see you doing so well, Ilya. Not just that, it appears you've made a new friend and brought him to us."

Ilya hurriedly shifts her gaze to the woman with a nervous smile rapidly taking form while stiffening her posture. "T-Thank you, Lady Adalia! And yes...!" She glances at Dante before resetting her attention towards the female adult. "We are somewhat like friends."

Adalia simply grins at Ilya out of content until relocating her attention to Dante in order to make eye contact with him and thinks as a delighted sensation surges within her, "He looks so much like his father, especially with those eyes staring at me."

Dante takes notice of Adalia's focus on him while briefly confused, however, quickly brushes it off after deciding that now is the best opportunity to make his offer. With that, the young man begins to take a step forward and is about to say something with his right arm mildly rose onward in a gesture.

At the sight of Dante's sudden movement, the turquoise-eyed, Caucasian male sitting to Adalia's left lightly torques his head forth as he's dressed in the exact attire the other man has on, which is somewhat like a commanding officers uniform without any emblems or medals displayed, while shouting with a harsh tone, "Not so fast!"

That outburst causes Dante to retract the step he was about to deliver and then feels an unexpected presence appear behind him. Just when the green-eyed individual sets his vision in that direction, a man with dark skin, fairly shaggy, black hair and silver eyes while wearing the same white clothing as Ilya's brother instantaneously joins one hand in front of the other before gently planting them onto Dante's posterior. A second later, a large seal that almost covers Dante's entire back shines through the blonde's shirt and promptly disappears.

Having observed that transpire, Ilya can't hold back her surprise while separating herself sufficiently from Dante to face the mysterious man. "Faulch! What did you just do?!"

The man to Adalia's left cuts in with a firm demeanor as it's notable that he possesses evenly-parted, short, sleek, grey hair due to him being much older than the other two towards his right, although doesn't seem to even be passed his 50s in appearance. "Hold your tongue, Miss Henseka! While in our presence, you do not speak unless instructed to! You know that very well!"

Ilya's stunned by the Royal Council Member as Dante straightens his composure, confronts Faulch with a laid-back attitude and tilts his head to the left. "You're a Sealing Spellcaster. That's kinda' rare. It'd be interesting if we were to ever fight."

Faulch only nods at Dante with both arms lowered until navigating his gaze towards the man to Adalia's left. "Will that be all, Lord Miro?"

Miro calmly responds. "Indeed, however, be on standby in case you are needed again."

That said, Faulch vanishes as fast as he had initially appeared.

Miro resets his attention to Dante with a disgusted demeanor. "Now, for what purpose are you here, youngest son of the former heads of the Einsburn Family?"

Dante nonchalantly swings himself back to the Royal Council's direction and locks eyes with Miro. "First, why did you have that guy place a seal on me? You clearly know who I am. You should already know I'm not a Spellcaster like the rest of my family."

Shock hurriedly consumes Ilya's brother while thinking, "I knew it! He is an Einsburn!" His eyes then narrow with suspicion overcoming him and thinks, "But how is it possible that someone from such a prestigious Spellcaster Family doesn't have any magic?"

Miro answers Dante with a cold tone. "Correct, and since I know who you are, I properly ordered Faulch, one of our most dedicated Class S Spellcasters, to do such a thing! Even though you are not a Spellcaster, you have a troublesome ability you inherited from your bloodline that I will NOT tolerate! To protrude in our minds, whether it is on purpose or not, will lead to your death!" He grins in a stuck-up manner. "You should thank me."

Skepticism arises upon Dante's person as he raises his left eyebrow. "Is that a fact?" The lad grins with a faint, sarcastic look replacing his former conduct. "Then thank you for that."

Miro's greatly annoyed by how Dante retorted and grits his teeth while thinking, "Arrogant brat!"

Taking account of Miro's clear aggravation, the man to Adalia's right calmly interjects himself as it's noted that his skin's a bit darker than everyone else currently in the room while wielding plain, short, brown hair that's neatly comb rearward, which fits color the coloring of his eyes, and a fairly thick beard reaching up to both ends of the man's ears. "Control yourself, Miro. I understand your feelings towards the Einsburn Family, however, you should not wrongfully treat one that has done nothing to deserve it."

Miro snaps his head towards his companion with anger arising. "He being born into that family alone is enough of a reason, Slate! Don't try to act all high and mighty in front of him when you also hate them!" He redirects his focus towards Dante as the young man doesn't seem fazed by Miro's statement, invoking an increase to grey-haired man's anger.

Meanwhile, Ilya's shocked at the way Miro's acting, never having seen him like that, with Adalia merely ignoring her fellow member's outburst and gives Dante a kind grin. "Tell us, Dante... Why exactly are you here? An Einsburn has not set foot in Velkry since the Treaty was formed fifteen years ago between our people, the Trailblaze Organization and your family."

Both male council members glance at Adalia, having not anticipated her blatant continuation of the conversation, before setting their concentration onto Dante to hear his answer. It takes Dante a second after briefly scratching the back of his head via his left hand to respond in a slightly nervous manner while diverting his gaze to the right so he can look away from the beautiful women that's still before him. "Well, you may not believe me, but I'm actually here to offer all of you something really beneficial." He steers his gaze towards Ilya. "Right?"

Ilya sharply nods at Dante prior to establishing her attention onto the Royal Council while mildly gesturing both arms out of excitement. "Yeah! It's a fused Sealing Glove!"

Astonishment rapidly establishes itself on Ilya's brother and all three members until Miro leans forward with both hands tightly gripping his throne's armrests. "A Sealing Glove?!"

Ilya immediately portrays concern as she lowers her arms. "W-Why do you seem upset?"

Slate sets his sights upon the white-haired male with a firm demeanor. "Cassius, did you not explain everything to Ilya about those gloves?"

Cassius doesn't answer Slate's question amidst marching up to Ilya, grabs her by both shoulders and forces the hazel-eyed beauty to face him while quite mad. "What were you thinking when you brought him here?! It's bad enough that he's an Einsburn, but he also wields one of Lucifer's gloves! The very glove that killed our father!"

Dante's fairly baffled by that revelation while turning his head towards Cassius. 

At the same time, Ilya's eyes widen out of surprise as she bends forth a bit while blurting out in panic, "What?! I didn't know that detail!"

Cassius removes his right hand from Ilya's shoulder and slaps his forehead with his eyes closed. "Of course, you didn't." He drops hands while giving Ilya a sad look after reopening his eyes. "This is my fault. I recall telling you how dangerous the Forbidden Sealing Gloves are. I never told you why though and that you should stay away from anyone who has one." The older sibling veers his concentration to Dante with a hint of disdain. "A person like you shouldn't exist, let alone be here in our Holy Sanctuary."

Adalia hurriedly rises to her feet to harshly yell while profoundly enraged, "How dare you say that, Cassius?! You have no right to say who should live or not! That's even more true when you don't comprehend the hardship they went through!"

Everyone instantly lock their attention onto Adalia with a stunned composition prior to Dante asks her as he's significantly intrigued, "How do you know that?"

Adalia focuses onto Dante and issues him a sincere smirk. "It's because you're the spitting image of your father. A handsome man who went through great ordeals in his life, however, remained true to himself and those believing in him without ever abusing his power." She places her right hand over the center of her chest. "I'm certain you inherited more than just the ability to read people's minds from him... And you will probably persevere through much harsher things." The light brown-haired woman puts her hand down to join both of them ahead of her legs. "At least, that's what he told me to expect from one of his sons before your mother was even pregnant with you."

Dante becomes quiet, absorbing everything Adalia just spoke, until contentedly smiling with his hands firmly clenched. "Thank you for telling me that. There isn't much I remember about my father, considering he died when I was little."

A depressed look appears on Ilya while staring at Dante and thinks, "Oh yeah... If his father was one of the former heads of the Einsburn Family, then both he and Dante's mother are the ones who died near the beginning of the war." The teen hangs her head southward and watches the part of the floor in front of her. "We somewhat have that in common."

Adalia nods prior to saying in a compassionate tone, "You're welcome." The beautiful woman commandeers her vision from Dante and gives her fellow members a cold glare. "You two shouldn't be so cruel to him either! I cannot really blame Cassius for his way of thinking since you two have added filth into the minds of those who experienced unbearable losses in the war concerning the Einsburn Family! Not all of them are bad like you wish them to be!"

Miro's about to let out a retort, although is stopped by Slate extending his left arm towards the grey-haired man and gets to his feet a second later. After that, the adult lowers his left arm with a stern demeanor and sternly comments, "Don't you think what you're saying is wishful thinking as well? After all our people have suffered through, we've learned that an Einsburn and Trailblaze Organization member shouldn't be trusted. That's exactly why it was so difficult for us to have made the Treaty with them fifteen years ago, but we did it for Velkry and its people's sake."

Dante rejoins the conversation as he sheepishly lifts his right hand. "If I may speak, I'll explain why I want to sell you my Sealing Glove."

The three council members, Ilya and Cassius direct their gaze towards Dante with curiosity emitting while the emerald-eyed lad continues to talk after navigating his right hand downward. "Just to clarify, I no longer have any connection to my family. Sure, I'm still an Einsburn. I am my own person though and I hope you'll see me as such, instead of being someone of a hated Spellcaster Family." He then peers to his right hand while having it reach into his pocket, pulls out his Sealing Glove, puts it on that very hand via the use of his left appendage and promptly shows the Royal Council following him lightly extending his right arm onward. "At least view me as someone trying to make a business proposition. I'll give you this in exchange for something."

Upon hearing Dante's words, Slate's eyes narrow with suspicion while taking a few steps to stand right next to Adalia's right. "If I'm correct, Ilya earlier said FUSED Sealing Glove. What's that supposed to mean?"

Dante lowers his right hand again, placing both hands behind his back, and replies with a small grin. "Well, you should know about my cousin Hitomi and her incomparable gift at combining items." The blonde motions to the Sealing Glove with his head while not taking his eyes off Slate. "That is the product of my dear cousin's great ability of uniting three Sealing Gloves."

Miro cocks his head to the right with a vague sum of confusion exhibited as he mutters to himself, "Hitomi Einsburn? But I thought she was..."

Concurrently, Adalia's dumbfounded as she pulls her head rearward a tad while thinking, "Three?! I thought it was near impossible to even fuse two together, let alone three of them!" A look of admiration eventually arises while the female adult relaxes herself and persists her thought process, "He can really achieve amazing feats, like his father."

For some odd reason, Dante chuckles with his eyes briefly shut and head down, promptly obtaining everyone's attention but don't get any explanation for it as the young individual elevates his head to instill his vision upon the Royal Council. "So, what do you say? Consider it a peace-offering."

Slate rebutted with seriousness brimming. "However, that isn't really a peace-offering. You aren't merely giving it to us."

Miro rests his back onto the throne while crossing both arms with irritation demonstrated. "That is right! Why not give it to us if you really want our trust?!"

Dante chuckles again as he slants his head to the left. "Because no matter how you perceive it, that would be too much. That's why I originally referred it as a business proposition."

Both Slate and Miro's expression become emotionless while simultaneously thinking, "I don't trust him."

In her case, Adalia softly laughs while swinging her head a bit in an elegant way. "Sounds good to me."

Everybody, aside from Dante, snap their concentration towards Adalia as they're awestruck by her statement. 

Afterwards, Miro finally gets up and makes Adalia face him with the use of his right hand on her left shoulder while greatly upset. "What is the matter with you?! You are not normally this easy to be swayed!" He momentarily glances at Dante prior to resuming his rant with Adalia while pointing at the green-eyed guy via his left hand. "Is it due to his resemblance to his father?!" Miro places his other hand upon Adalia's right shoulder as he returns his left limb to where it was and shakes her a little. "You need to let go of your past feelings! Focus on what's best for Velkry!"

Adalia suddenly delivers a fierce glare toward Miro while doing her best not to lose control of her emotions and inquires in a menacing voice, "Are you actually questioning my ethics, Miro?"

Miro slowly removes both hands from Adalia's shoulders, overwhelmed by terror, as the others silently watch on. 

Not long after, Adalia composes herself with her eyes closed while turning towards Dante's direction to eventually look at him. "Allow me to apologize for how you have been mistreated, Dante. Our people are much more respectable than this. All you wanted to do was make peace with us." The gorgeous dame momentarily peers at her two fellow members with slight agitation before reverting her attention towards Dante and sweetly smiles. "Now, what would you like for that glove of yours?"

Ilya stares at Dante with some worry established as they all await the gentleman's answer. 

Concurrently, Dante tilts his head back and watches the ceiling while giving a bit of thought to what he desires. "Hmmm... Good question. There was one thing I was considering asking for, but that might be a tad too much." He resets his vision onto Adalia with a carefree grin after inserting his right hand into his pocket without taking off the Sealing Glove. "How about I give you three time to decide on an offer? If it peaks my interest, I'll take it."

Slate shuts his eyes while letting out a big sigh prior to making eye contact with Dante. "Can it be money or do you want something material?"

Dante nonchalantly replies. "Whatever you think I person would like. It's up to you."

Adalia cheerfully nods. "Alright! In that case, permit us at least until the end of the day. We'll have an offer, if not, several for you to assure this business transaction is a success." The mature indivudal deviates her gaze from Dante to Ilya. "How about you show him more of Velkry, Ilya? I'm certain he's seen less than half of our marvelous city."

As Ilya's surprised by Adalia's unexpected request, Cassius rushes in front of his sister with a distraught demeanor. "Milady, forgive me, but I cannot allow that! Who knows what intentions he has in mind concerning Ilya?!" He quickly issues Dante a dirty look before resuming his plea with Adalia. "Please, if you wish for him to be escorted around, then permit me to do it."

Slate sits upon his throne with his back against it and rests his chin onto the posterior of his right hand. "Sorry, but you are needed here, Cassius. You're required to give us a full report of the missions you completed. Plus, there's a dilemma we must discuss aside from that."

Miro joins in while putting both hands into his pants' pockets as he's standing sideways with his left foot forward and maniacally analyzing Dante. "Indeed." He shifts his attention towards Ilya, striving to hide the feeling of disgust dwelling inside him. "By the way, Miss Henseka... Assuming that he is the only one you brought to us... You were unable to find a high-level Spellcaster, correct?"

Ilya nods out of disappointment. "Yes, Lord Miro."

Miro takes a deep breath before sighing. "That is unfortunate."

Adalia joyfully interrupts while briefly waving off Miro with her left hand. "Don't mind that, Ilya. Just do what I asked you and show Dante every inch of the Holy Sanctuary that is Velkry."

Not letting Ilya have a chance to rebuttal, Dante swiftly grabs the teen's right wrist via his left hand and begins walking with excitement overflowing while gently pulling her. "Come on! You heard her, Ilya! I wanted to see every single bit of Velkry anyway!" He faintly laughs amidst shutting his eyes.

At the same time, Ilya's quite exasperated due to Dante's sudden actions as she tries to resist. "Hold on, Dante!" She turns her head to the right, discovers that Cassius is watching her with a concerned look and says in a reassuring voice, "Everything will be alright, big brother."

The pair soon exit through the opening in the wall, face towards everyone within the Throne Room and then gradually ascend to the upper level after the wall shuts ahead of them. 

Cassius hurriedly reverts his attention towards the Royal Council while going down to one knee to show proper respect towards them.

During that action, Faulch unexpectedly appears to his right in the same position, but with his head lowered instead. This caught the white-haired man off guard a bit, however, manages to regain his composure sufficiently to once again look at the Royal Council and says with a professional tone, "I shall begin my report. My mission-"

Miro cuts off Cassius as he's sitting back on his throne and mounts his left leg over his right lap. "Before we get into the details about that, we must discuss the current situation with Icela, the capital of the country Tundra. They are in need of our assistance."

Confusion takes form upon Cassius' person. "How come, Lord Miro? I thought Icela has the Einsburn Family's help. The king is married with one of their members after all."

Faulch calmly answers Cassius' confusion without lifting his head. "Apparently, that is no longer the case based on what I gathered from Icela's king. Throughout their five years of marriage, they've only been in contact out of her own accord and that wasn't much to start with. It has been two years since they last even seen one another."

Cassius exhibits a bewildered demeanor while concentrating onto Faulch. "Does that mean...?"

Adalia finally sits within her throne, sadness resonating in her eyes. "Your suspicions are correct. The Einsburns have most likely abandoned Icela. Eventually, other Spellcaster Organizations, families and groups will try to take over the capital as the starting point to have rule on Tundra."

Slate peers at the ceiling and sternly adds, "Because of that, we decided to help them so the safety of Icela's king and princess can be cemented." He relocates his focus on Cassius. "We won't be going against the Einsburn Family, signifying our Treaty will remain intact."

Cassius promptly asks with concern overrunning his being, "How about the Trailblaze Organization? If we were to have a conflict with them, the Treaty would certainly be annulled as well."

Miro rebuttals with a lack of emotion showing. "If that is the case, we have no choice but to leave Icela to fend for itself. We already made that clear to its king."

Adalia interjects herself without hesitating. "However, I'm fairly sure that won't be the issue."

Cassius veers his attention to Adalia. "What makes you say that, Milady?"

Faulch again answers instead while possessing a somber voice. "It's because there's only one faction that comes to mind who's been dying to seize Tundra for the purpose of finally having a large territory under their control. No other groups will make a move with them eagerly attempting to conquer that country."

Realization immediately sets onto Cassius while observing Faulch once more and mutters, "Enshin and his Disciples."

*Scene Cuts To Black*

To Be Continued...