Vergil—dmc

With a small smile on his lips, he closed the door behind him. His heart skipped a beat as he took in the scene of the young woman holding his three-year-old son in her arms; leaving his black coat on the rack, he walked toward her. ”Thank you for taking care of Nero, I'm truly grateful that you're my son's nanny; being a single father to a little three-year-old isn't easy.” Vergil murmurs in a low voice, so as not to wake the infant sleeping peacefully.

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.