Vergil walked down the black stone corridor as if he were in no hurry. His hands were in the pockets of his impeccable suit, the cold glow of the torches reflected in his silver hair, and each step sounded rhythmic, firm, almost disdainful. Beside him, Sapphire maintained her elegant bearing, but her gaze betrayed something that made her… uneasy.
Vergil noticed immediately. He wasn't letting anything slip by.
"You're strangely quiet," he said, not looking at her, his voice low like a sharp purr. "I know that look on your face, like someone who carries bad news. Come on, just say it."
Sapphire took a deep breath and looked away for a moment, as if debating whether it was wise to open her mouth. But she knew that hiding something from Vergil was more dangerous than facing the issue head-on.
"He… asked to see you," she said finally, her voice almost like a confession.
