Babylon's intelligence department had been named the Happiness and Peace of Mind Committee, courtesy of Sephiroth's peculiar sense of humor.
Inside the committee chairman's office, Lilith sat at her desk in a black Gothic dress, reading the latest newspaper.
Lilith's public positions in Babylon were Left Minister and Minister of Justice. Her role as chairman of the Peace of Mind Committee was not public knowledge.
Unlike Isabella, who enjoyed adventuring like a ranger knight, Lilith had little enthusiasm for combat or adventure and only occasionally took part in diplomatic activities.
People outside Babylon called her the "Fallen Angel," the "Vampire Princess," and various other, less consistent vampire-related names, all based on their impressions of her.
"...Phew..."
Lilith let out a soft breath, set down the newspaper, and picked up her black tea for a sip, somewhat impressed by Morgans's talent for spinning rumors out of thin air.
The Whitebeard Pirates' "civil war" had only fully ended yesterday afternoon, yet this morning's edition of the World Economy News Paper was already reporting on it in convincing detail.
Still, Morgans understood the Great Angel and Babylon well enough not to make up anything too outrageous.
But he had slipped in a few veiled insinuations concerning Izo, making the corners of Lilith's mouth lift.
Bzzzt.
A faint hum spread as a glow appeared in front of Lilith's desk.
She looked up, her blood-red eyes meeting Sephiroth's wine-red ones.
"Oh my~ Sephi~ Why do you look so worn out~?"
Lilith propped her elbows on the desk and rested her head in her hands.
Her porcelain-white, doll-like face seemed to come alive with her smile. Her magnificent long silver hair trembled slightly as she laughed.
Hearing Lilith's clear, heartwarming laughter, Sephiroth replied.
"Just a little wear and tear..."
He had a Mythical Zoan physique, after