[Hours Earlier…]
Vergil had indeed gone alone.
But Sapphire was not one to leave things to chance. She was practical, methodical—her self-control sharp as a well-honed blade. Nothing she did was impulsive... everything was calculation, purpose, and efficiency. Well, that's what she told herself—let's not judge.
While many believed she would sit on some throne awaiting reports or watching from afar, she was right there. Standing atop a snowy hill beneath the morning sun, her crimson trench coat billowing behind her like a war banner. Hands tucked into her pockets, eyes half-lidded in pure, refined boredom.
Before her, the view was almost poetic: Alucard's mansion—or rather, fortress—was in full-blown war.
"So... in the end, just as I expected," she muttered, her voice low, almost disappointed, laced with an elegant irony.
