Vergil

The sun hid behind the horizon long ago and gave way to night. The city fell asleep and became suspiciously quiet and calm, especially for Virgil, who was just returning with his companion from the next mission which consisted of nothing more than the destruction of demons and the eternal supervision of Tsunoda. Both one and the other exhaust him.

Virgil walked measuredly, holding the bloody Yamato with him, partially removing the dirt and blood in which he managed to get dirty during hard work. Soon their steps died down and they stopped at the small agency Devil May Cry, where their paths diverged.

"Good night." Tsunoda's soft and pleasant voice did not disturb the silence around.

"thank you, my Lady."