"I see..." Vergil murmured, his voice low and thoughtful as he carried Raphaeline in his arms like a princess. The gentle warmth of her body was truly very comforting to the touch. He calmly descended the steps of the old courtyard of the Baal mansion—or what remained of it after recent events. Broken pillars, charred walls... and a strange silence in the air.
Further ahead, Ada was crouched beside an injured resident, checking her pulse and helping to apply a recovery rune. When she noticed Vergil approaching, her eyes widened.
"Is she... back to normal?" Ada whispered, dropping the compress she was holding. Raphaeline, for her part, still had a slight smile on her face, even though she was unconscious. Vergil nodded, his eyes fixed on the body he carried with more respect than concern.
