The incident with Roxanne.

"Ah... so lazy..." Vergil murmured as he slowly opened his eyes, only to find his beautiful red-haired wife peacefully sleeping on his chest.

"Katharina?" he whispered, noticing how her long red hair draped around him like a protective embrace.

"Hm? Oh, you're awake," Katharina replied, sitting up gracefully and rubbing her eyes before settling herself on his lap. A soft smile lit up her face as she looked at him.

"What happened?" Vergil asked, still feeling a bit disoriented.

Katharina shrugged nonchalantly, though a playful glint sparkled in her eyes. "Well, after being rejected by those two Church loyalists you tried to hire as your maids, you got upset and decided to sleep it off. Clearly, your confidence took a hit."

Vergil sighed, averting his gaze as an ironic smile spread across his lips. He knew Katharina wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of him surrounding himself with more women, but fortunately, her patience was remarkable.