Vergil raises his hand.
It's not abrupt. It's not aggressive. It's just… definitive.
"Enough," he says, in a low, yet unquestionable tone.
Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne freeze for a split second before finally giving him space, still with expressions that mix excitement, pride, and that irritating insistence of someone who wants attention now.
Vergil runs a hand over his face, taking a deep breath, and then looks around the VIP room as if only now having noticed the relative silence of the place.
"Where is the rest?" he asks.
Katharina tilts her head, supporting her hands behind her body as she sits on the edge of the sofa.
"My mother left with yours," she replies naturally. "And with Neberius. Shortly before the tournament ended."
Vergil frowns slightly.
"…That explains a lot," he murmurs.
Ada leans against one of the glass columns, crossing her arms.
