[Trigger Warning: Mentions of s*ic*de. Read at your own discretion.]
The Princess frowned, wanting to say something. But before she could utter words, the door knocked.
"Come in," The Princess looked at the door and said.
The door opened and a child stepped inside sluggishly, holding a small crate.
"Vergil?" Heinrich stood up in surprise.
The Princess looked at the child, then at Heinrich. She recalled that Vergil was Heinrich's 7-year-old son.
"Father," Vergil walked toward Heinrich. He took small steps, and the crate in his hands looked heavy.
Heinrich reached for the crate, grabbing it from his son's hand. "And what would this be?"
"Father, I was playing in the backyard with Wilbert and big sister Hella." Vergil spoke eloquently, "I found this buried under the 5000-year-old tree." He explained, "It has your emblem carved into it, so I brought it here for you to see."
