Vergil kept his eyes half-closed, still aware of every fluctuation in Runeas's energy. The faint pulse of her aura wavered like a candle on the edge of the wind. But she was alive. Weak, devoid of power, marked by pain—but alive.
That's when Paimon's voice echoed behind him, cutting through the tenuous tension that had settled in.
"So... do you have a moment now? Or are you already going to save another nearly damned soul?"
Vergil didn't even bother to stand up completely. Still kneeling beside Runeas, he simply turned his face slowly, giving Paimon a dry look—half skeptical, half bored.
"...What exactly do you want now?"
Paimon didn't respond with words. Instead, he took two steps forward, bending down until his silhouette obscured the purple light on her sexy body. Her imposing body leaned in gently, and in one fluid movement, she tugged at his collar with unexpected delicacy, bringing their faces dangerously close.
