Which Side Is the Villain, Anyway? I Can't Tell-Honestly, I Really Can't! (Continued)

Lady nearly choked on his reaction, rolling her eyes so hard they practically spun around. Enduring the pain in her jaw, she gritted her teeth and snapped, "Who else would he call besides you?! You bastard!"

"Oh—!" Mo Wang suddenly understood, looking a little embarrassed. He looked up at Vergil and scratched his cheek. "You meant 'Dante'... Sorry, sorry. I haven't used that name in a while, so I didn't react right away."

He paused, seemingly oblivious to Vergil's suddenly stiff fingers and twitching eye, then added in a deliberately serious tone, "Also, bro, we're not that close. Don't call me so affectionately. Lady might get the wrong idea."

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Vergil's hand gripping Yamato, which should have been as steady as stone, visibly trembled violently.

His handsome face, inherited from Sparda and always known for its cold elegance, first drained white in an instant, then flushed crimson at an astonishing speed. Even the tips of his ears turned an unnatural red. It was clearly the peak of fury, a state of being so overwhelmed by indescribable frustration and rage that he was nearly losing control.

His thin lips pressed into a sharp line, and his chest rose and fell heavily. It was as though, for the first time in his life, he had to work this hard just to regulate his breathing and suppress the demonic power about to burst from his body.

"...You," Vergil squeezed out through clenched teeth, his voice warped by restraint. "Are... dead!"

Yamato seemed to sense its master's towering fury, letting out an unprecedented hum that was nearly a shriek.

Watching Vergil's movements, Mo Wang helplessly set Lady aside.

All he could say was that his big brother wanted a beating. What could he do about it?

Mo