Bab 118: My Beautiful Demon Maid

Emmily crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on Viviane with a curious, almost analytical expression. As the Lady of the Lake collapsed to the ground, the witch took a step forward, frowning but still maintaining her cold composure. She sighed lightly before turning to Vergil, deciding it was time for him to learn the truth.

"So… I suppose it's time to clarify a few things, since Lady Viviane seems unable to continue," Emmily said, her voice a mix of seriousness and exasperation.

Vergil narrowed his eyes, impatience evident on his face. "Speak, Emmily. What's going on?"

The witch shook her head slowly, as if organizing her thoughts before speaking. "Well… Did you know that there are—correction, there were—two Excaliburs?"

Vergil raised an eyebrow. "Two? Explain."