A problem to be solved.

Amon sighed deeply and looked at Vergil.

"Currently, the other three Archons have agreed to eliminate you, kid," he said, pausing briefly before continuing, "However..." his eyes shifted slightly toward Sapphire from the corner.

"I can't simply kill you, so we agreed to leave it in the hands of the Demon Queens..." Amon said.

Cabernet looked at him and commented, "The stupidity of the elders has truly reached a new peak; I underestimated the idiocy of the others."

Amon sighed again.

"Well, Paimon and the others were naive, thinking that any of you would lift a finger to attack him..." he murmured. "Sometimes I think they forget that Sapphire is a Living Chaos; none of you would attack Vergil with her by his side."

"Tsk, cowards," Sapphire crossed her arms, disappointed... Well, it had been a while since she'd had a good fight.

"I have a question," Vergil said suddenly...

"Speak," Amon replied.