The sun rose lazily over the Agares territory. The first rays of light streamed through the mansion's renovated windows, filtering through the curtains and creating reddish patterns on the polished marble floor. There were no sounds of battle, no echoes of monsters, no suffocating tension hanging in the air. For the first time in a long time, it was just an ordinary day.
Vergil woke slowly, feeling the warm weight of a delicate arm draped over his chest. He opened his eyes and saw Katharina nestled beside him, fast asleep, her red hair spread across the pillow like flames.
A small smile escaped his lips—rare, but genuine.
He stretched, trying to move without waking her, but failed miserably when she murmured something sleepy.
"Um... are you getting up already?" he asked hoarsely, still half-asleep.
"Someone needs to make sure the house is still standing," Vergil replied sarcastically.
