Dante returned inside the tent after taking Ophelia's shoes from Alice's hands.
"Thank you!" Ophelia exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement. "You were rewarded with what you asked for. I do apologise that one of them shall be in your castle. I shall find some way to make it up to you."
"I already have a way you can do so," Dante said as he kneeled before her.
"How?"
"Spoil yourself tomorrow. We can get what you need for your brother when we return to our land," said Dante.
"That is still on your mind? Very well," Ophelia agreed.
Dante looked up as it had to be that he heard wrong. "Did you just agree with me?" He asked.
"Have I not agreed with you before? You endured a lot today because of me. I think it is only fair that you get what you asked for. I can put on my shoes myself," Ophelia said, taking the time Dante was distracted to slip the shoes from his hands.
"Is it only this moment when you agree with me, or will it be until our time in the capital ends?"
