Katharina sat up straight in her chair, her gaze distant as she traced her finger across the magical map. Her voice, as she explained, was firm, but carried an almost maternal tone of conviction.
"We need a territory, of course. Far from the domains of Agares, Sitri, and Baal. They have their own kingdoms, their own rules. We need our own space, a place where we can grow and act without interference," she paused, looking at Vergil. "It's a matter of survival and power."
Vergil tilted his head, his eyes half-closed in doubt.
"Is that really necessary? I mean, these territories belong to your mother, you always do what you want," he asked, his questioning tone breaking the silence.
Ada let out a wry smile, her chalice raised in a gesture of provocation.
"You want to get stronger, don't you? Having a territory will make you better known and give you more power," she teased, shooting him a sharp look.
Vergil smiled confidently, but with a hint of defiance.
