We are identical! But I am more controlled.

After the great upheaval, chaos finally gave way to a rare moment of calm. However, the living room of Vergil's old house was now so packed it seemed ready to burst. At least five women were there, but the most animated and curious were undoubtedly his three wives: Katharina, Ada, and Roxanne. 

The three of them sat close to Vergil, surrounding him like detectives interrogating a suspect, while he slouched on the couch with a tired and slightly annoyed look. And, of course, his mother was sleeping peacefully on his lap, as if she owned the place. 

She was… 

"So, explain to me again how exactly your mother is a primordial demon?" Katharina asked, her almost childlike curiosity contrasting with the grim subject. 

"We know you had no idea… but you don't seem too fazed by it, huh?" Ada added, biting into a cookie while staring intently at him, her eyes sparkling with interest.