Seeing Vergil standing there, Azriel's lips parted, then pressed together. He kept whatever he wanted to say to himself. It was the first time in months he'd seen the mischievous Apostle. Still, it lightened his heart to see Vergil in good condition.
"Cadet Vergil, did you expect our arrival?" Ranni asked. She blinked once—slowly—like she was already used to surprises.
Vergil nodded.
"Well… more or less."
"And you still claim you're no seer?"
Vergil shrugged, but before he could answer, Veronica cut in.
"Is anyone going to tell me who this homeless-looking, sleep-deprived kid is, or are we going to keep standing here? I'd like some food and a comfortable bed by now. Gods, what is this hospitality? Is this how you treat guests when the count isn't present?"
"M-my lady—"
One of the guards tried to speak before another rested a gauntleted hand on his helm to quiet him.
Vergil's lips twitched.
"You must be Princess Veronica Nebula."
