148 Dealing With Disaster

Dante looked up at me, "Kill you?"

I blushed under his intense stare, "Yeah. You know... Like decapitation and whatnot."

His gaze grew colder, "Why would I do that."

"Because I caused a bookcase to almost fall on top of Mary. And you really like Mary."

Dante stared at me for a while before poking my forehead, "Is there even a brain in there?"

My mouth dropped, "Yes there's a brain in there!!"

He smirked, "Then why would you think I like Mary?"

"...You don't?"

"I hate her."

I blinked, "Well that's unexpected."

Dante continued to stare at me indifferently, "I would have killed her today if you didn't stop me."

"Dante... That's.. That's a bit cruel."

He only shrugged. Dante couldn't care about something if he didn't. There was no use trying to force him either.

I frowned, "But... Why were you on a date with Mary if you hate her so much?"

He tilted his head in exasperation, "It wasn't a date."

I crossed my arms and looked at him suspiciously, "Then what was it?"

"..."