A few hours had passed since the surreal scene of Sapphire, the Demon Queen, eating sandwiches and drinking lemonade as a cordial guest in Vergil and Katharina's house.
The atmosphere had calmed down, with an unexpected air of tranquility.
Vergil, in his usual carefree manner, had fallen asleep, leaning against the sofa next to Katharina, who in turn looked at her mother with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
Sapphire, as always, maintained the composure of an unshakable empress, observing the sleeping young man with her legs crossed in a rather tempting way.
She sighed deeply before looking at Katharina, her green eyes glowing with something Katharina knew well: it wasn't affection but rather a careful evaluation.
"So, Katharina... Why did you do it? I'm sure you know that this boy..." Sapphire asked, her voice soft but laden with sharp irony.
