Vergil pushed the door open with his foot, still holding Sapphire's hand, who was right behind him—not as the destroyer of the abyss, not as Agares, not as the First Demon Queen… but as someone ashamed, sulking, dragged into the house by her own husband.
The house was quiet. The aura, tranquil. Totally the opposite of the chaos she had left behind.
Sapphire kept her head down, but her tense posture clearly showed that she was still trying to maintain some dignity. Vergil pulled her with the naturalness of someone who had dealt with this tantrum more times than he could count.
She finally grumbled:
"I don't need to be treated like this. I am a primordial demon. I am Agares. I am one of the most feared forces since the First—"
Vergil, without looking back, replied in the same tone as someone cutting off a silly excuse for the thousandth time:
"You're just my sweet wife now. So stop bragging." Sapphire stopped in the middle of the room.
Her eyes widened.
"C-cute!?"
