The Maid, the Wives, and a Witch

[Eight months later]

In a year, many things can change. Eight months are no different. Ups and downs shaped those days, but for Viviane, one thing remained constant: her unwavering devotion to Master Vergil.

Unfortunately, the plan to hunt down the man who had attacked her was put aside, waiting for Vergil's return. And, during those eight months, Viviane devoted herself entirely to faithfully following what she believed to be her mission. However, time had not been kind to her.

Now, sitting in front of the coliseum where Vergil was, Viviane seemed like a shadow of the woman she once was. Her blue hair, normally as bright as the sky, was tangled, unkempt, and matted. Her maid's dress, which she always kept impeccable, was dirty and torn in places. She looked exhausted, her body slumped over an improvised bench made from an old tree stump.