The Brawl, The Lover, The Spies and...The Knight????

Morning arrived in Avalorne, the golden hues of dawn casting soft light through the mansion's grand windows. The scent of freshly baked bread and brewed tea filled the dining hall as Vergil, his five adopted daughters, Freya, and Aeka gathered around the long wooden table for breakfast. The usual quiet hum of morning conversation flowed as they enjoyed their meal, but Vergil's sharp blue eyes were fixed on one person in particular—Mina.

He set down his cup of tea, his expression unreadable. "Mina," he said, his deep voice cutting through the morning calm. "Have you made your decision?"

The room fell silent, all eyes shifting toward Mina. She swallowed a bite of her meal before exhaling softly. Her fingers tightened slightly around the silverware, but when she spoke, her voice was steady.

"Yes, Father," Mina said, meeting Vergil's gaze with quiet determination. "I've made up my mind."

Vergil leaned back slightly, waiting.