No Door Bar, the Silver-Haired Girl

During this time, Bayonetta and Jeanne toured all over Los Angeles.

Riding on Arcee, three free-spirited souls, their figures appeared in almost every corner.

They've been to places like the Hollywood Hills, Santa Monica Pier, and Griffith Observatory.

I have only one feeling: this era is indeed quite advanced.

It was far more advanced than it had been hundreds of years before Bayonetta lived.

Jeanne felt the same way; their world was still only in the 20th century.

For example, Bayonetta was born in 1411...

Therefore, this New World was very attractive to them.

"Can you feel it?"

At that moment, Bayonetta suddenly asked.

"Watt?"

Arcee was puzzled.

Jeanne closed her eyes and tried to sense it.

"It's a fluctuation of magic."

Magic is not unfamiliar to witches like Bayonetta; their combat system is almost entirely based on magic.

Moreover, Bayonetta also inherited the Left Eye of Darkness, making her a magical genius.

Jeanne wasn't as perceptive as her; after all, she wasn't as gifted and didn't have the Left Eye of Darkness.

Of course, they weren't the kind of magicians who conjured fireballs with their hands; rather, they had a unique melee fighting style.

"Let's go take a look."

Bayonetta became interested and rode Arcee directly into a small alley.

"Hey, aren't you guys taking me again?"

Arcee wished she were human, not Autobots.

It's infuriating! Every time they go shopping, I'm stuck in the parking lot like a motorcycle.

She wants to go shopping too!

"You're not ready to appear in the public eye yet, sweetheart."

Bayonetta strode across the catwalk, made a heart shape with her hands for Arcee, and left. A lollipop dangling from her mouth added to her aloof and unexpectedly cool demeanor.

Jeanne of Arc laughed heartily and caught up with Bayonetta.

Strangely, the two figures vanished from Arcee's sight.

Arcee was about to complain, but upon seeing this, she immediately honked her horn twice.

No, where are they?

She was momentarily stunned.

After all, she had no magic and didn't know that this was a magical barrier.

In reality, Bayonetta and Jeanne seemed to have entered another world.

"Interesting."

Jeanne sensed it for a moment and said, "I thought it was Witch Time."

"There's a door over there, let's go take a look."

Bayonetta twirled her lollipop like a little girl and walked over in her high heels.

The two arrived at the door and sensed its presence.

"Only magic can power this place; ordinary people can't find it, nor can they get in."

Bayonetta was a little curious.

She simply reached out and gently pushed, and the door opened.

Welcome to the No Door Bar.

The No Door Bar, whose doors open to all corners of the world, is a favorite spot for shamans from Kamar-Taj to have a drink.

Of course, this is on the premise that only a mage can find it.

There aren't many people in the bar right now, so someone is specifically there to greet them at the door.

Is this your first time here?

A female mage dressed as a maid asked.

"That's right."

Bayonetta wasn't intimidated and nodded.

"Then let me recommend one of the bar's signature drinks. This magic beer has unlimited refills..."

"Two drinks, please."

Bayonetta said casually.

"Okay, that'll be $40."

Bayonetta casually handed her the money.

With Li Chen supporting them, they are not short of money.

Although money didn't really mean much to her... Bayonetta still had a strange feeling in her heart.

As a witch, she doesn't need money from the human world.

Because the clothes she wore were created using magic from her hair.

She doesn't need to spend money on any luxury goods.

This is also the biggest difference between Bayonetta and other women; she always sticks to the same approach.

Money is only needed in moments like these.

But whenever she spent money, she thought of Li Chen, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her face.

As a virgin, she has never even had a romantic relationship...

She's easily won over if any man treats her even slightly well.

Li Chen is even stronger, in particular.

Women admire strength; they like strong men.

Bayonetta and Jeanne found a place to sit down.

Soon, two full beer glasses were brought out; they were very retro and made of wood.

Jeanne glanced around the bar, then turned and said, "It looks pretty much like the bars of our time."

"Medieval style."

Bayonetta took a sip of beer, and the cup was filled to the same size as her.

From this perspective, twenty dollars a cup is indeed not expensive.

"What are you looking at?"

At this moment, Jeanne was glared at because she was looking around.

What's wrong with me glancing at you?

Jeanne was no pushover either, and she sneered, "If you didn't have the same hair color as me, who would even look at you?"

The one glaring at Jeanne was a mysterious silver-haired girl, also with a full head of silver hair and a figure as voluptuous as Jeanne, the witch.

The silver-haired girl was clearly drunk; her face flushed, she slammed her hand on the table and said, "What? You want to fight?"

The few customers in the bar were all drawn in.

A mage, clearly from Kamar-Taj, immediately shouted, "Let's fight! I love watching female mages fight!"

"Then why don't you go watch the Ancient One fight?"

Someone immediately made a joke.

"Well, the Ancient One usually doesn't make a move."

"Besides, was the Ancient One an ordinary woman?"

"Why not?"

"She has no hair!"

"Ha ha!"

The bar erupted in laughter, except for the Kamar-Taj sorcerer who looked like he wanted to laugh but dared not.

Did she know or not that she dared to speak ill of the Ancient One behind his back?

After being disturbed like this, Jeanne, who had initially been determined to fight, naturally didn't want to be Joker. She coldly glanced at the mages who were making a fool of themselves. "Anyone who wants to die can try."

She's no gentle witch!

The atmosphere in the bar suddenly turned cold, at which point the bartenders and other staff immediately came out to ease the tension.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a bar. Fighting is not allowed!"

Afterwards, they served a small snack to each of the monks involved in the argument.

Some fried chicken and fries.

"Excuse me, this is compensation for you. Please do not start a brawl in the bar."

Bayonetta and Jeanne Arc snorted in response, and accepted it.

However, they didn't stay long; it was getting a bit boring.

They're just a bunch of stupid people.

It seems the mages in this world aren't all that great.

They were just ordinary people who had mastered magic.

So they left without even eating anything.

Arcee was still waiting for them outside.

However, just after they left the bar, they felt a ripple behind them, and someone followed them.

It was the silver-haired girl who had clashed with Jeanne of Arc.

What do you want to do?

Jeanne narrowed her eyes. This wasn't a bar anymore; if a fight broke out, she wouldn't hold back.

Don't misunderstand.

The silver-haired girl tucked her hair back, revealing her delicate face. "We've become acquainted through a series of misunderstandings, I guess. My name is Clea."