Doing something absurd really did help one relax. Though the consequence was that Salomon had slept on the couch for a week, and Bayonetta would only kiss him after he washed his face fifty times a day, Salomon was still happy. In the end, the Witch forgave the idiot who could only grin foolishly after doing something stupid.
After that, when he worked, he once again became the highly efficient, pragmatic ruler of the City of Immortals—the responsible figure Victor von Doom spoke of. To the low-ranking clerks in the Internal Affairs Department and Intelligence Department, the ruler of the City of Immortals was exactly that sort of person. In the eyes of some who had taken part in the Fimbulwinter Campaign, that image also came with a few fantastical elements, such as descriptions of a huge, glittering golden figure.
However, senior administrators like Stephanie and her little secretary, Diana Lister—especially the female employees—often received exquisite little gifts from Salomon. Stephanie believed they were byproducts of Salomon practicing the creation of magical items: magical jewelry that had not yet been successfully enchanted. Put simply, they were defective products, probably because the arrangement of some magical circuit lines was wrong and made enchanting impossible. After all, there was no software or printing equipment specifically designed for drawing magical PCBs, and making such things was merely a handcrafted hobby, much like cooking. Salomon had not taken it too seriously.
In any case, he could afford those cheap materials. Only precious metals like gold and silver cost him a little.
As Salomon's Praetorian Guard, Constantine knew perfectly well what had happened that day, but he had not interfered. His duty was to serve his sovereign. Whatever Salomon did, he would approve of it; that was a code of conduct written into his DNA.