บท 114: My Raphaeline I

The entrance to the great hall of the Baal Clan was marked by an unusual silence, broken only by the echo of Vergil and Ada's footsteps.

The heavy shoji doors, decorated with Japanese symbols, opened as Ei, the clan's servant, guided them to the center of the hall.

Raphaeline sat on her throne, looking a little nervous, but nonetheless, she seemed more arrogant than ever. There was something about the way she sat that seemed different, as if she were waiting for something she didn't want to admit to herself.

Vergil, without showing any respect for the grandeur of the place or the authority of the queen, walked with an indifferent, almost disdainful posture, his eyes locked on the figure waiting for him.

'It's a nice place...' he muttered, surveying the interior of the throne room.

He was there for a very specific reason: he had a debt to collect. And, as everyone knew, Vergil wasn't the type of man to leave a deal unfulfilled.