After... properly calming the two maids, Vergil finally dressed. A dark shirt, tightly fitting his body, and snug trousers, with an elegant exhaustion still visible in the way he descended the main staircase.
In the hall, illuminated by the soft morning light filtering through the stained-glass windows, he spotted Novah... impeccable as always, moving gracefully back and forth, serving the table with movements that almost seemed choreographed.
At the long, refined table, Raphaeline and Stella occupied one side, wrapped in a soft conversation, probably discussing something trivial.
On the other side, Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne sat, each with her own brand of elegance. Katharina with her noble posture, Ada with that challenging air of someone ready for a fight or a flirt, and Roxanne, always with her subtle, distracted charm.
