"Any questions? I'm not going to go easy on you," Felicia said, her smile tinged with pride as she watched Vergil.
He remained unfazed, answering calmly as he stretched, "You're the master here. I just need to follow your orders."
Felicia raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with his response. "What a boring answer," she retorted, expecting something more spirited or challenging from him.
Vergil paused for a moment, glancing at her sideways before replying in an easygoing tone, "I trust you. I know you won't waste my time with anything useless. After all, you're my mother, right?"
With that, he resumed his stretches, as though the conversation was merely a side note.
Felicia fell silent for a moment, observing him. Despite his calm demeanor, she could sense something deeper behind his behavior.
