My Blood Legacy: Reincarnated as a Vampire

The moment Dante stepped into the Witches' Realm, he felt a vibrant and peculiar energy in the air—a sensation only a place governed by such pure and chaotic magic could exude. He barely had time to adjust his senses before the environment around him shifted drastically.

More than six hundred witches were gathered, forming a large semicircle in front of the portal. They didn't look particularly friendly. In fact, every single one of them was pointing their staffs, wands, or even bare hands at him, conjuring devastating spells aimed squarely at his being.

For a brief moment, Dante raised an eyebrow, remaining still as a faint aura of power began to envelop his body, ready to react. But before the spells could be unleashed, a familiar voice rang out beside him.

"What a warm welcome, ladies!"

Morgana emerged from the portal, her light and playful tone breaking the tension in the air. All the witches immediately lowered their staffs and wands, though some kept wary eyes on Dante. The murmuring that rippled through the crowd made it clear many of them knew exactly who he was—and that he wasn't someone they could face lightly, even together.

A witch in the middle of the crowd shouted with a grin on her face, "Next time, give us a heads-up before bringing an Apocalypse-Class here, Miss 'Queen of the World'!"

The voice came from a girl with bright green hair, round glasses perched on her face. Despite the tense situation, she waved casually as if greeting an old friend.

"Oh, she seems fun," Dante commented with a faint smile, his eyes flicking toward the green-haired witch.

"Humph! I'm fun too!" Morgana retorted, pouting and clearly pretending to be offended.

Dante turned his gaze to her, studying her for a moment before raising his eyebrow again. A mischievous smile tugged at his lips. "Yes, you're definitely... fun today. Are you trying to tease me, my wife?"

His words carried a playful tone, but his eyes gleamed with something more. Morgana looked at him, confused for a moment, before realizing where Dante's gaze had fixed—her outfit. Or rather, the lack of it, compared to her usual regal attire.

She was wearing a fitted black crop top with a sparkling detail strategically positioned where her cleavage began, emphasizing her curves and the generous swell of her chest. The ensemble was paired with a pair of short denim shorts, so tight they left little to the imagination. Her long, toned legs shimmered under the magical light of the realm, and her dark hair was tied up in a messy bun, giving her a modern, rebellious look.

"I... It's just fashion! I can't return to my realm in long dresses all the time," Morgana retorted, crossing her arms and looking away. "It's nothing special! Besides, we're in the Witches' Realm! Nobody here cares about that stuff!" She gestured vaguely, as if saying, *Look around!*

Dante did, taking in the sight of the diverse crowd around them—witches dressed in formal robes, pajamas, and even lingerie. All of them had gathered to greet him with the intent to end him... Well, this was entertaining, to say the least.

"Ah, of course, fashion," Dante replied with a teasing tone. He stepped closer, leaning in slightly to whisper in her ear, "Well, I approve. It's a... stimulating look."

Before Morgana could respond or push him away, Dante raised a hand and, with a swift, precise motion, delivered a loud slap to her rear. The sound echoed through the air, sharp and clear, instantly drawing all eyes to them.

Morgana froze, her expression shifting from absolute surprise to a furious blush spreading across her face. "D-DARLING!!" she nearly screamed, spinning around to face him with wide eyes. She quickly placed a hand on her stinging backside, glaring at him in outrage.

Dante chuckled lowly, his laugh a deep, satisfied rumble as he watched her struggle to regain her composure. "What's the matter, dear? I'm just complimenting your sense of fashion."

The witches around them burst into laughter and whispers. Some whistled, while others seemed genuinely shocked that anyone would dare to do such a thing to Morgana. The green-haired girl was the first to speak up again.

"If this is how you two treat each other, I'm definitely going to stick around for the show!"

"Shut up, Emily!" Morgana snapped, her face still as red as a tomato. She covered her face with her hands for a moment before glaring at Dante. "You can't just... do that in front of the entire magical world!"

"Why not?" Dante replied nonchalantly. "You're my wife. And, let's be honest, it's fun to see how adorable you look when you're embarrassed."

Morgana huffed, clearly torn between yelling at him and trying to maintain some semblance of dignity in front of the witches. "You're impossible."

"I know," he answered with a grin, as arrogant as it was charming.

"Come on, you idiot," Morgana grumbled, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward the castle, trying her best to ignore the stares and laughter from the witches around them. The sly comments and muffled chuckles only made her blush deepen.

Dante, on the other hand, seemed completely immune to embarrassment. He walked beside her with an expression of pure amusement, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I suppose I'll have to learn how to behave, won't I?" he mused, as though seriously reflecting on his actions.

"Yes," Morgana shot back quickly, not even looking at him. "And it starts with you keeping your hands off my butt in public!" she added, placing one hand strategically behind her as if to protect her dignity.

Dante chuckled softly, the teasing glint in his eyes unmistakable. "In public," he repeated, deliberately pausing to emphasize the words. "Got it. I'll take care of your lovely backside later... in private," he whispered in a low, husky tone, leaning closer to her ear.

The heat in Morgana's face intensified immediately, and a shiver ran down her spine. "Dante!" she exclaimed, trying to maintain her composure, though her voice betrayed her nervousness.

"I'm just being respectful of your orders, darling," he replied casually, as though entirely innocent, though the smirk on his lips gave away his true intentions.

Morgana let out a long sigh, unsure if she was more frustrated with him or herself for not being able to hold her ground when he acted this way. "You're a complete idiot," she muttered, more to herself than to him, as she quickened her pace toward the castle.

"Yes, but I'm your idiot," Dante said, easily matching her stride, his voice filled with humor. "And judging by how flustered you are, I think you like it."

"Could you two stop with this... public display of affection?" A voice, firm yet laced with charm and authority, cut through the murmurs of the witches.

Dante and Morgana stopped abruptly, and he turned to face the woman who had spoken. Standing there was none other than Alice Arcano, the Queen of Witches—and, of course, Morgana's mother.

Alice had a magnetic presence that made every other witch around her seem like mere supporting characters in comparison. Her long, sleek hair, a frosty white with strategically placed silver streaks, gave the impression she was the embodiment of light itself. Her golden, shimmering eyes radiated wisdom and power, but also held a disarming charm that could unnerve even the most steadfast.

Her figure was nothing short of divine—a body Dante clearly didn't recall seeing before. She had generous curves, a defined waist, and long legs that looked like they had been sculpted by a master artisan. She wore a form-fitting black dress that split high on one side, revealing a toned leg adorned with softly glowing arcane tattoos. The neckline, though elegant, was bold enough to leave Dante momentarily speechless. To complete the look, she donned knee-high leather boots and a statement necklace with a teardrop-shaped crystal that emitted a subtle, enchanting glow.

'Since when does she have... tattoos? Oh... I've never actually seen her body. She's always been covered in cloaks... probably to avoid people focusing on her body instead of the woman she truly is...' Dante thought quickly.

Alice had the air of a mother who knew just how attractive she was and wasn't afraid to use it to her advantage. Despite her authoritative demeanor, there was something deliciously alluring about her this time... as if she was planning to do something about it.

"It's been a while, Mother-in-law," Dante said, his grin making it clear he was impressed. "Always a pleasure to see you. And I must say, I now understand where Morgana inherited... certain qualities." He cast a meaningful glance at his wife, but his words and mischievous smile were enough to trigger a chain reaction.
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For a moment, there was absolute silence before more than six hundred witches began conjuring their magic toward Dante, their eyes blazing with indignation. The atmosphere became electric, and the sound of spells being prepared echoed throughout the courtyard.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT OUR QUEEN?" one witch shouted, pointing her wand at him with deadly determination.

"How dare you insult the Queen?" another bellowed, as magical sparks began to gather around her.

Dante raised his hands in a peaceful gesture, though the smile never left his lips. "Hey, relax! It was a compliment, not an insult! You all really need to chill..."

Before any spells could be unleashed, all the magic circles shattered into harmless energy as Alice raised one elegant hand. Silence fell over the crowd, her simple gesture carrying the weight of a royal decree.

"Enough," Alice said, her voice as sweet as it was dangerous. She took a few steps toward Dante, her gaze fixed on him. The faint smile on her lips showed that she was more amused than offended. "Do you really think he could insult me? I can handle an impulsive comment without causing a cataclysm, thank you very much."

The witches reluctantly stepped back, muttering amongst themselves, but they obeyed their Queen. Alice stopped just a few steps from Dante, tilting her head slightly as she studied him.

"You've got guts, Dante," she remarked, crossing her arms, which only emphasized her commanding presence. "Not everyone makes a comment like that and lives to tell the tale."

"With all due respect, Alice," he replied, his provocative smile unwavering, "I was merely being honest. And, honestly, it's hard not to comment when the truth is so obvious."

"Could you stop flirting with my mother?" Morgana cut in as soon as he finished speaking. "We came here to see the woman who may or may not be one of the Seven Deadly Sins—did you forget?" she said, gripping Dante's hand so tightly he could feel his bones creak.

Dante let out a soft groan of pain, though the playful grin never left his face. He glanced at Morgana out of the corner of his eye, clearly amused by her overt jealousy.

"How could I forget, my dear? I'm here for work, of course," he replied, even as he subtly tried to loosen her grip on his hand. "But you can't blame a man for appreciating the... beautiful scenery while he works."

The death glare Morgana shot him made Dante briefly reconsider if he might have pushed his luck just a bit too far this time.