Castlevania: Dark side of the moon

Unexpectedly comforted

When Dante finished purifying the path, only traces of violet fire were left behind until the pyres that were the monsters were extinguished. Violet fire burning all the remains of the monsters, but not burning anything in the forest. It was as if it were a holy fire that only burns demons. But he is a demon. So how can this be?

Trevor looked impressed. Sypha now seemed more supportive of the idea of ​​letting us go with them. Since she seemed against it at first, even though she kept quiet and let Trevor decide everything.

I'm also speechless about the weird fire.

" Apparently, you will distract the vampires well. " Trevor noted with a tone of approval, but it would never go beyond that.

My father was not given praise. I mean, Trevor Belmont, he's not given to praise. A big drinker, a braggart,, with a thick skin and no mouthiness. However, deep down, a very protective and present father and a very sensitive and careful man with my mother. I know that. I experienced this.

Soon, we found a clearing. The cart was stopped. I went down with Dantalion's hand on my waist, placing me on the ground. Then, he took off the coat he was wearing and placed it over me through the freezing cold of the night, coming with a thick fog.

" It's cold. Cover up. " Dante said carefully.

" You'll be cold too... " I protested.

" I don't get sick easily like you. " He mumbled.

I smiled at him in thanks.

I felt that Adrian was studying us, as if he was trying to understand something, whatever that something was.

" Well, girl... you feed the horses with the carrots and apples you brought. " Sypha pointed out to me, even though I'm not much younger than her. " Adrian grabs some sticks so I can light the fire. And since it's very cold, Trevor sets up a tent so we can divide ourselves between the wagon and the tent so no one catches a cold. Dante separates our things from each other and then helps whoever needs help when he's done.

My mother has always been good at delegating tasks and I've seen that since I was young. It must be because she traveled a lot with the speakers and knew how to camp from going to several different places.

I wanted to ask Dante a lot of questions. He said he couldn't access his demonic powers, but even without them he was very powerful and I didn't understand the level of his magic, which seemed divine.

I was in charge of feeding the horses two carrots and two apples. I got the food Sypha specified from Dantalion, did my part and fed the two horses that pulled the cart. Then I went to get a bucket of water and give it to them to quench their thirst. I gave each one a bucket of water. Sypha studied me, surprised that she didn't mention the water. But I was the one who took care of our horses in the stable. It was my job, in addition to washing the dishes and making food. Because mom's cooking was horrible.

So, I cooked and in return I got stories from her. That way, she would never be offended, because I offered to cook in exchange for stories of her adventures. My father never had the courage to say that my mother's cooking was bad. Me either. So Dad and I had kind of a silent agreement that when it was impossible for me to cook, we would say we wanted to eat something at the tavern and drink beer.

There was a pond of clear water, from which I got the horses' water and in which I decided to bathe later, even though the water must have been ice cold. I subtly probed and saw that it wasn't Mom, who would be in charge of dinner, so I could breathe a sigh of relief. No mom, Sypha. Sypha. Sypha. Sypha!

Alucard gathered the kindling for the fire. Sypha conjured fire. Trevor set up a makeshift tent with some scrap wood and a tarp and then went hunting for some meat for stew, I think. Dad, no, Trevor, he really likes stews. It must be because it helps with hangovers. Even though he cut down on his drinking a lot as he got older, he's young now. And he smells like booze.