In the small town, in Duke Morton's room, the raven Rock was watching Vil, who was parasitizing Duke Morton's body. His blood-red eyes kept shifting, as if deep in thought.
Vil stood by the window, drawing the curtains aside to let the cold moonlight fall upon him. He hummed a tune, shaking his head as though there were a band playing music around him.
Suddenly, Vil stopped shaking, took a bottle of red liquid from the table, and placed it there. He turned to look at the raven Rock and spoke slowly, "After dawn, you can take this bottle of potion to Reve. It's something we agreed on."
The raven Rock nodded, then, with some confusion, asked, "Lord Vil, what is this potion for? Reve is truly useless. He couldn't even handle a Silver-level Hunter like Ed. Otherwise..."
The raven Rock's voice trailed off when it saw the cold, icy gaze of Vil fixed on it.
Vil coldly replied, "Do you know? I am the planner and conductor of this performance. My orders need no questioning from you."
