Alice, who had been silent until then, lifted her gaze to meet Vergil's. Her eyes shone with a mix of emotions, carefully held in check. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out. Vergil maintained his smile, yet there was a warmth in his expression that seemed to reassure the girl in that moment.
"No need to be afraid," he said softly, extending a hand toward her. "If I said you'll speak again, it's because I'll make it happen." He smiled, gently patting the little girl's head.
"Do you have a plan, darling?" Katharina asked, leaning in slightly, her curiosity piqued. After all, it wasn't every day that Vergil was so determined to attempt something like this—something many believed to be impossible.
They had already tried numerous ways to heal Alice, using artifacts and other methods to cure her. Yet, nothing had worked. Even the scars on her body seemed impervious to any form of healing.
