Vergil was already about to leave the room when Pandora, who until then had remained strangely quiet near the door, raised her hand with less enthusiasm than she usually showed. The serpent coiled around her neck also seemed to become more attentive, lifting its head and following Vergil with small, shining eyes. Seris had gone out to gather the forbidden texts, Morgana was discussing something with Alice about layers of protection, and the three witches caught trying to listen behind the door were still pretending dignity while holding a tray of tea no one had truly asked for.
"Demon King," Pandora called.
Vergil stopped and looked at her.
Pandora moved her fingers, as if trying to find a less strange way to phrase the request. Coming from her, that was already unusual enough to draw attention. "Can we talk alone?"
Alice turned her face immediately.
