While Vergil was having his fun…
"Repeat what you just said." Morgana ordered, crossing her arms as she stared at the small girl sitting on the bench. Alice swung her feet carelessly, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"You're pathetic." The response came with a sharp naturality, as if it were nothing more than an obvious fact.
Morgana narrowed her eyes, feeling an irritation grow within her. She had put effort into catching Vergil's attention, wearing a tight top that accentuated her curves and leggings that hugged her figure provocatively. But there was that little brat, throwing sharp words without even hesitating.
"Pathetic?" Morgana repeated, her voice filled with disbelief. "Do you even know what that word means, little girl?"
Alice, instead of being intimidated, raised a finger in the air, adopting a thoughtful expression.