Are you flirting with me?

The silence in the hall remained oppressive, but Vergil appeared entirely unbothered by the weight of hundreds of stares fixed on him. He adjusted the collar of his shirt casually, as though he had just returned from a leisurely stroll. His gaze swept across the room with a mixture of curiosity and mild disdain, as if he were evaluating the decor of a mediocre restaurant.

"So..." Vergil began, tilting his head slightly, his tone laced with sarcasm. "This is how the high demon nobility entertains itself? I must admit, I expected something... more impressive."

The remark was a spark to dry tinder. Some demons gasped, others murmured, and a few let out nervous chuckles. Most, however, remained frozen, unsure of how to respond to such audacity.

"Who does he think he is?" one noble whispered, only to be immediately silenced by a sharp glare from his consort.