Yggdrasil kept looking at Qliphoth for a few seconds, clearly satisfied with the result of the punishment.
The little demonic tree was still kneeling among the golden leaves, holding the cone-shaped hat with both hands where the words I Am an Idiot were written, completely devastated by the fact that she had been reduced from her adult form to the appearance of a little girl.
Vergil, on the other hand, had already regained some of his composure.
The pain in his head still throbbed, but it had diminished enough for him to think without feeling as though his consciousness were being torn apart.
That was when Yggdrasil turned her attention back to him and calmly pointed in some undefined direction between the branches.
"Now leave."
Vergil raised an eyebrow.
"No."
The dryad remained silent.
Qliphoth slowly turned her head toward him, huge eyes wide as if trying to say that this might not be the best person in the universe to contradict at that moment.
