Dante began absorbing the Legacy and returned to the physical world. He quickly descended from the tower and headed back to the main pce. He was making his way toward the party he''d seen earlier, wanting to reflect on a few things. But... he didn''t get a chance to think before he heard a soft sigh from Valentina. There they were, Valentina and Lyriana, standing with their arms crossed, expressions somewhere between patience and impatience.


    "Finally remembered you have a home and a family, how impressive," Valentina remarked, sounding a bit… irritated.


    "And just when we needed you. Where have you been?" Lyriana asked, raising an eyebrow. "Ah, never mind, actually."


    "You two seem quite impatient today, huh?" Dante merely smiled at them, trying to ease the situation with his usual charm.


    Valentina stepped forward and handed him a sealed letter with the werewolf kingdom''s emblem.


    "Huh? Siren?" he questioned, but they didn''t respond. Dante broke the seal, reading the contents with a mix of curiosity and amusement. The message was clear and direct:


    "Come quickly. I''ve discovered the Sin of Sloth, and I can''t handle it alone. Plus, it requires a certain… special touch. Don''t take too long. Siren."


    "She dismissed me and now she''s asking for my help," Dante chuckled as he finished reading, casting a yful look at the two of them.


    "I thought you were done with her..." Lyriana murmured. Not being Dante''s wife, she had the benefit of knowing more without any rivalries.


    "She''s difficult, but nothing I can''t handle," he replied with a grin.


    "Just don''t keep her waiting any longer," Valentina advised. "That olddy sent this a while ago already. Knowing her temper..."


    With a quick wink, Dante gave them a wave and, in an unexpected sh, disappeared into a ze. He reappeared just outside Siren''s pce in the Werewolf Kingdom, surrounded by the thick mist typical of the region. The wind carried the aroma of the dense forests surrounding the pce.


    He followed the muffled sound of a slightly yful argumenting from one of the side chambers. Cautiously, he peeked through the ajar door, trying to understand what was going on. Inside, he found Siren with an expression of both frustration and resignation, arms crossed, while a figure lounged in an almosticallyzy manner on the central sofa. The woman was beautiful in a lethargic way, her disheveled hair sprawled over the back of the sofa, eyes blinking slowly. In one hand, she held a teacup; in the other, a pillow. The contrast between her graceful appearance and her indolent posture was so intense that Dante stifled augh.


    She had bluish hair, wolf ears, a long tail, and tired eyes with dark circles… her body was petitepared to typical werewolves.


    Siren, clearly exasperated, turned to Dante the moment she noticed him.


    "There you are. I found what you were looking for," she muttered, as if she could finally breathe a sigh of relief. "I think I found the Sin of Sloth… I think."


    Dante tried to suppress augh, but it was difficult. "So this is…?"


    "Well, it seems so, but that''s for you to confirm, Dante," Siren sighed. "Her name is Lah, the Sin of Sloth, and the weakest werewolf in the kingdom."


    "Go to hell," Lah barely nced at him, just waved him offzily and yawned before speaking in a soft, slow voice. "I''m tired; leave me alone." Her deadpan expression briefly came alive as she recalled his name.


    "Oh, hi, Dante, Dante Scarlet, yeah, ah… so sleepy," she said, blinking in slow motion. "I… heard of you… but… talking''s a bit tiring, you know?"


    Dante, with a mischievous smile, tried to appear serious. "Ipletely understand," he replied, nodding toward Lah. "Let me guess, Siren — she refused to leave because she''s too tired, and you want me to fix this?"


    Siren nodded, visibly exhausted, as if she had been struggling against an invisible force that drained all her energy. "I''ve tried everything," she exined. "She just... won''t get off that couch, and it''s not just that. She keeps saying she''s sleepy, but never actually sleeps. It''s been two days of this."


    Lah smiled with the samezy serenity and murmured, "My Queen… you worry too much. Staying here is sofortable… and besides, the whole werewolf kingdom… it sounds... exhausting. Everything seems so exhausting."


    Dante had to stifle augh, but Siren looked at him, almost pleading for help. "She won''t leave me alone! I''ve tried waking her up so many times, but it''s impossible!"


    With a grin, Dante decided to y along with the situation. He pulled up a chair and sat next to Lah, mimicking her rxed posture. "You know, Lah, you truly understand the importance of… slowing down," he said, feigning a serious tone.


    "Yes…" she murmured,zily turning her head toward him. "After all, why rush… when the world keeps spinning, even if we do nothing?"


    Dante exchanged a yful look with Siren, who rolled her eyes. He could see that Siren was on the brink of a breakdown. He decided to continue teasing her.


    "Is there something special about this couch, Lah?" he asked, observing her as if genuinely interested.


    "Oh, of course…" she murmured, as though each word was a monumental effort. "This couch… it has a special power… a unique energy of… pure… rest."n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Dante tried his hardest not to burst outughing, but a chuckle escaped. Siren sighed in exasperation.


    "This is serious, Dante!" she said, nearly desperate. "This woman is impossible! I thought she''d help with the werewolves, but all she does is drink tea ande up with ridiculous ideas, like… like slowing down territorial expansion for… more… tranquility! Just take her away already! I have work to do!"


    "Pfff… HAHAHAHA!" Dante burst outughing, and Lah, still maintaining her serene expression, watched him with a sleepy smile.


    "You see? Even he understands," Lah murmured.


    "But," continued Siren, annoyed, "she can''t even get off this couch!"


    At that moment, Lah let out a long sigh and sank even deeper into the couch, covering herself with the pillow. She turned her face to Siren and, with a sleepy look, said:


    "Siren, want some advice? You just need to rx… learn to truly rest. All these werewolf issues… can''t they wait for… a good nap?"


    Dante tried not tough even louder, but ended upughing uncontrobly, hisughter echoing through the hall. He could barely breathe, tears streaming down his face fromughing so hard. He looked at Siren, who waspletely beside herself, and couldn''t stopughing at how frustrated she must be.


    "I can''t take it, Siren!" he said betweenughs. "You''ve really found the Sin of Sloth."


    "This isn''t funny, Dante!" Siren snapped, giving him an angry look as she crossed her arms. "Do you think it''s easy dealing with someone like this? I don''t know what''s worse: discovering the Sin of Sloth or thinking she could actually be useful and that you''d help me!"


    Lah, pretending to ignore the scene, took a sip of her tea, staring at the ceiling as she murmured, "Peace is the true essence of life… You both need to learn that."


    Dante burst outughing again, imagining how exasperated Siren must be. He then decided to approach Lah, leaning in to whisper, "Hey, Lah… if I promised you a hundred years of rest, would you get up from this couch now?"


    She looked at him, considering his proposal with exasperating slowness. "A hundred years, huh? Hmm… interesting… but… getting up is a lot of effort," she replied, shrugging.


    Danteughed so hard he nearly fell out of his chair. He was truly on the verge of aughing fit, especially seeing Siren trying to handle the utterly unmovablezy one. Lah''s energy was almost an unbeatable force of inertia, and the irony of the situation was pureedy.


    "Alright, alright…" he said, still catching his breath. "Maybe it''s time to get up, Lah. Who knows, a little movement could be… rxing in its own way."


    She gave him azy look and finally made a small effort to sit up, yawning loudly and stretching. With a sleepy expression, she said, "Well, since you both insist so much… but you know… resting is… an art…"


    "Well, Siren, at least you won''t have to worry about Lah running away from you. The only thing she runs from is effort."


    Siren, now on the verge of a frustration-induced breakdown, looked at Dante with a desperate expression.


    "Dante, seriously. You need to take this woman. Just looking at her makes me exhausted!" she said, pointing at Lah, who, instead of showing any sign of cooperation, had sunk back into the couch with her eyes closed.


    "Lah," Dante called, trying to stifle augh. "How about we leave and find a… morefortable ce?"


    Lah only murmured in response, yawningzily and settling even morefortably on the couch. "Morefortable? That… might be hard. This couch… is so cozy." And with that, she finally drifted into a deep sleep, softly snoring.


    Dante turned to Siren, who now stood with her arms crossed, breathing deeply to contain her anger. He looked at her with a mischievous smile as she tried to hold back her frustration.


    "What?" Siren asked, shooting him a deadly look. "Why are you looking at me like that?"


    He only smiled wider, leaning toward her. "You know, Siren… you''re really cute when you''re angry."


    Her face turned red, and she looked at him with a mixture of surprise and indignation.


    "I… c-cute?" She tried topose herself, but her anger quickly turned into visible embarrassment. "I am not cute, Dante! This is serious!"


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    "Sure, sure," he replied, stillughing. "But the way you get all flustered… I can''t help it, it''s adorable."