“Who’s Sparda?” Shimmer asked. Noticing Armadia’s sudden mood shift, she moved a little closer to her and slid an arm around her waist, flashing her a quick smile.
“Also, you need to be careful kid. Especially if you don’t know what you’re doing. What are you gonna do if a Demon does find you?”
“Look, it doesn’t matter. She doesn’t know Dante, so just kill this brat before–”
“I do know another of Sparda’s descendants, though! His grandson,” said Savanna smugly, arms crossing as she suddenly lost her meek demeanor, and Armadia’s hopes dropped further. “Nero.”
“… Shimmer, she’s untouchable. If you hurt her and Nero knows, Dante will find out, and you’re going to die …”
“That’s a low blow kid.” Shimmer said with a sneer. “But say I wasto kill you… How would Nero know it was me?” She said. “After all, I’m pretty good at covering my tracks.” She said she with a sadistic grin aimed at the girl.