You... spoke to the sword?

"Come on, you sluts! I want to know right now who the hell is messing with MY Excalibur!" Viviane roared, her eyes blazing with a mix of fury and authority.

Vergil, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed, couldn't help but smile as he watched the scene. "Damn, she's terrifyingly gorgeous like this," he thought, admiring Viviane's commanding presence as she stood before the two bound women.

Viviane continued to glare at the two with an intensity that could pierce through a mountain. Zex and Iridia, still dazed, seemed torn between answering her or fainting again.

"Hey, morons," Vergil called out, breaking the tense silence. Both women turned to him, clearly relieved for a brief respite from Viviane's wrath. He gestured toward Viviane in an almost instructional manner and began to explain: