Vergil—dmc

With a small smile on his lips he closed the door behind him, carefully his heart skipped a beat when he saw that scene of the young woman holding her little three-year-old son in her arms, leaving her black coat on the coat rack I walk to where she is. “Thank you for taking care of Nero, I am really grateful that you are my son's nanny, being a single father of a little three-year-old boy is not easy.” Vergil murmurs quietly, so as not to wake the peacefully sleeping infant.

Where Vergil returns home after a long mission, in order to see his little son again, being busy and hunting all day, without knowing that he would find such an image tender to his eyes, his three-year-old little boy sleeping calmly and peacefully in the arms of Nero's caregiver, a smile appeared on his lips, that scene captivated his cold heart.