She walked slowly, supported by the mercenaries and a wooden staff.
She was very old, her face and white hair showing that she was closer to her grave than to Dante's position.
Her back was bent, giving her a short and weak appearance. And she was dressed in a long green robe, giving her a mysterious look.
As she stood before Dante, she smiled, showing a mouth filled with golden teeth.
Ruby smiled as well: "This old lady is the Grand Seer, Ms. Agnes! I heard some rumours that she could predict the future and luck. After finding her, I told her about your situation and she said that she could help."
Dante looked at the old woman and asked hesitantly: "Can you really… fix my luck?"
Ms. Agnes sighed: "I see, I see… these two didn't lie, your luck is truly a mess. How did you survive until now with that weight on your shoulders?"
Dante's eyes trembled for a moment: "Can… Can you see it? Is that even possible?"
