The woman in the white kimono adjusted her bangs with a slow, almost sloppy movement and sighed, as if carrying centuries of frustration.
"I'm fed up," she said, her voice low but sharp as steel. "I'm fed up with being the fucking guardian of this fucking place."
The words echoed through the shattered valley, each syllable filled with resentment.
"Thousands of years trapped in this shithole…" she continued with a wry smile, her eyes shining with pure contempt. "Being a protector… like I'm an obedient guard dog, watching over a tomb no one remembers anymore."
The silence that followed was heavy, but Vergil didn't miss the opportunity.
He arched his eyebrow, his lips curling into a dry laugh.
"Hah. What a tragedy…" he scoffed, spitting on the ground. "What does it matter to me? I don't care about your complaints." I only came here to take this place for myself.
