Salomon's fight with the witch continued as usual. He had no intention of getting to that point with Bayonetta now. After all, he didn't have any magic potion that could make him taller. In order to match the height of the witch, he worked hard.
Exercise and eat as hard as you can, and you must not fall short at this time.
Although Bayonetta was usually the dominant one, he didn't know what Athena and Bayonetta said to make the witch stronger than before.
"Anyway, it will be wasted after you sleep, so you might as well give it to me!" Bayonetta raised her eyebrows, licked her wet lips, and said something extremely bold, without paying any attention to Salomon's strange eyes -
Today, the witch only wore a gray off-shoulder sweater, exposing her lithe shoulders. She immediately took off her tight jeans and high heels after returning to the apartment, and black fishnet stockings tightened her slender legs.
Bayonetta's clothes made Salomon full of interest. She dressed that way on purpose. When she deliberately passed Salomon's eyes, the mystic could not leave her eyes.
But even so, the witch's plan failed to succeed. Joan of Arc desperately hugged Bayonetta to prevent her from getting close to Salomon. At the same time, Joan of Arc also rejected Bayonetta's proposal about today.
When she proposed to sleep with Salomon in her arms at night, Joan of Arc looked at Salomon with vigilant eyes, waiting for the mystic to approach so that she could shoot.
"Don't worry, my home tonight is still on the sofa. No..." Salomon patted the fat cat in his arms. He thought repeatedly about a question that had been swirling in his mind since Stark left.
, like a vulture waiting for the death of its prey, but a few hours passed, but Salomon could only hear the vulture's desolate cry. The answer to this question could never be heard, so that he could catch up.
"I may have to go back to Kamal Taj." He said, "I have a problem that I haven't solved yet."
"You can tell me your problem." Bayonetta leaned against Jeanne, while the two witches crowded on the other end of the sofa. She poked Salomon's thigh with her toes, "You never follow
Let me tell you your problem, Salomon. This is not possible, we still have to live together."
"It's an academic question, Bayonetta. Do you think I will have any doubts about life? I usually live with you." Salomon sighed softly, "But I think you can also listen.
Listen to the question, the question is - am I really not in the Akashic Records? Even though I said this to Stark, I actually have no way of knowing for sure, even though I use Snooping on the Akashic Records
The cauldron of the universe observes the universe, but I cannot see my own figure. It is precisely because of this that I am convinced that my destiny is not determined - but what happened in the small town of Salem, and the hair on my neck
This silver key made me doubt my destiny. I began to believe that someone had determined my destiny, but the only way out of my destiny that I saw so far was unpredictable. If I was not careful, I would be completely trapped.
Madness, blending into the chaotic universe."
"Do you think it was fate that brought us together, little one?" Bayonetta pondered for a while after listening to Salomon's question. She seemed to have difficulty expressing her true thoughts, and it took her a lot of time to modify her words.
time. But fortunately, both Joan of Arc and Salomon are extremely patient people (for certain people).
"Boya, I don't think it was fate that made me decide to be with you. I did this entirely out of my own personal thoughts." Bayonetta poked Salomon's cheek with her toe again, "Just because of you.
, and not because of anything else.”
The witch hadn't finished speaking yet, and she had no intention of continuing.
The reason why she decided to accept Salomon's supervision forever was not only Karma Taj's order, but also because of Salomon's doting on Theresa - Bayonetta knew the importance of familiars to spellcasters.
, but Salomon still summoned a fat cat that could never be of help as a magic pet, and he was responsible for shoveling shit every day; she knew that Salomon hated extradimensional creatures and hated accepting the identity of King Solomon, so
After the success of the demon summoning experiment, Salomon rarely summoned helpers from the lower planes, but he summoned Phoenix, one of the seventy-two demon gods, as Theresa's protector. Fortunately, Phoenix was friendly enough.
, so Salomon has not sent it back to the lower plane so far; the witch also knows how much Salomon respects the Supreme Mage, but for Theresa, Salomon even dared to protest to the most respected Supreme Mage.
Therefore, when Ceresa returned to the past and the current Bayonetta's memory was affected, the witch's dependence on Salomon in her heart was infinitely magnified. However, due to her reserve, Bayonetta could not show it and could only hold on to it.
Joan of Arc's absence gives Salomon a little "sweetness" - this is also her method. After all, her mother is the most beautiful one in the witch clan. She once imagined her future with her mother across the prison.
What half looks like.
These little tricks were all taught to her by her mother.
"There is no need to worry about this, Boya." Bayonetta tilted her head and said, "No matter whether our destiny is determined or not, we will always be together, and that is the most important thing. If fate does not allow us to be together,
Then we will resist it, it's that simple, we are a family."
"I...I didn't know you were so good at talking, Bayonetta." Salomon looked at the witch from the corner of his eyes, "And you spoke so touchingly."
Joan of Arc looked at Salomon with disgust, and the mystic decided to ignore the French woman, because she definitely didn't exist in that family!
"It's your turn." Bayonetta gestured to Salomon with her chin, "I'm waiting to hear what you have to say!"
Salomon turned around curiously and faced Bayonetta. "What did you say?" he asked.
"The reasons for staying with me. I've finished telling you, it's your turn."
"Have you said it? Why didn't I hear it?" The Mystic Mage replied confused. He had never heard Bayonetta say such a thing. Now if he was asked to answer, he couldn't answer it.
What's the matter - he can't say it's because Bayonetta has long legs and vest lines, an independent and strong personality, plus her beautiful long hair and her occasional sense of clumsiness about life, right?
This woman is sexy and cute, how could Salomon not like her?
"Don't argue with beautiful women about this kind of thing." The witch stuck out her tongue and made a very rare playful expression, as if she jumped back to fourteen years old, "I am very beautiful, so I mean what I say.
It's been said. Boya, never quarrel with a woman, you can't win."
"I'm very curious about what Athena told you to make you become like this."
"Your adoptive mother has asked me to keep a secret," the witch adjusted her glasses, "This is a little secret between women, and you will never know it. All you need to know is that your adoptive mother told me some stories
That's it - that's the story of Hera, you definitely don't want to hear it. Well, tell me quickly, why do you like me?"
Salomon opened his mouth, mustered up his courage, and was ready to answer the most difficult question he had ever encountered in his life: To answer this question correctly, he did not mean to praise blindly, but to explain in detail every step after the two met that made his heart move.
Don’t miss out on any details to show that you keep these things in mind. (Have you learned this?)
The more detailed it is, the better. The more detailed it is, the happier the questioner will be. If you can also add the date and weather, that would be even better. These words sound silly, but Salomon speaks them very naturally.
As he spoke, he approached the witch.
Only Jeanne was left, and no one noticed her. Bayonetta and Salomon were getting closer and closer, and they had no time to pay attention to her.