Sixteen hours later, Vergil came to the conclusion that facing Odin might have been less exhausting.
He was lying on his back across the enormous bed, staring at the ceiling with an empty expression while trying to convince his legs to respond normally. They were not exactly injured, and his regeneration had already erased any real damage a long time ago, but there was a significant difference between being wounded and simply having pushed his own body to a level of exhaustion even he considered unreasonable.
Katharina lay beside him, partially covered by the sheets and looking far too pleased with herself, while Ada remained face-down on the other side, her face practically buried in the pillow.
Vergil moved one leg a few centimeters and immediately gave up.
"Where the hell did you three get that much energy?"
Katharina opened one eye and let out a lazy sigh.
"Training."
Vergil turned his head toward her.
"Training?"
