The Rescue of Lady Lina

Vergil and Freya exited Lady Arisa's meeting room, their expressions calm but focused. Vergil gestured to Aeka, who had been waiting just outside. "Aeka, gather the girls. It's time we strategize for our targets."

Aeka nodded and hurried off to fetch Vergil's five adopted daughters. In the meantime, Vergil walked to a large chest tucked in the corner of the room and opened it. Inside were his and Freya's assassin gear, meticulously arranged. He handed Freya her equipment—a sleek set of black armor that matched his own—before beginning to don his own.

Freya glanced at Vergil as she secured the armor's clasps. "It feels like it's been a while since we've had to gear up together like this."

Vergil smirked slightly, his sharp blue eyes catching hers for a moment. "We've been playing the roles of noble and medics for too long. It's time to remind the world what we're capable of."