Naturally, the big day was approaching, yet much remained to be done before something of such magnitude could happen.
"I see," Vergil said, looking at the golden scroll rolled out before him. It looked genuinely important, despite who was standing in front of him…
"Why is this here?" Vergil questioned the only other person in the room, where he sat—his wife's mother, of course…
"Unfortunately, I was put in charge of the contracts. After all, I have allied witches by my side who can handle this faster than hiring one through the app," Raphaeline replied, looking at him with no trace of worry. "This golden paper is a contract crafted by the witches under my command, a guarantee for us to proceed with this event," she continued.
"Yes, I figured as much, though I'm not thrilled to be here looking at you," Vergil said. "The Master taught me a few things while we fought. I know the basics about these contracts. Though she did tell me not to trust 'Witch Bitches.'"
