"So you locked your little sister inside the manor?" Jeanne tilted her head back, the sunscreen on her skin gleaming with oil. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sunlight on her body. "You turned the manor into a rehab center?"
"Yes. I arranged a month-long leave of absence for her. To keep her from getting into worse trouble, making her quit soft drugs was a necessary measure." Salomon closed his eyes as well and said sleepily, "Besides, the manor's environment is far better than White-collar Prison—you know, those prisons for financial criminals where they can grow organic vegetables and learn textile work. There are bears here, sheep, a cat carrying a fruit knife and attempting murder, and a horse that wants to eat the entire lawn. There's no better place in the world. I don't want her to turn her life into a pile of shit, then end up gathering accomplices at a nursing home to plan robberies when she's old. That would be too pathetic."
"Bayonetta is looking after her." Jeanne still did not open her eyes. She wore an extremely revealing pure-white bikini and was trying hard to get tan lines. Yet no matter how fierce the sunlight was, her skin remained dazzlingly white, nearly translucent beneath the sun like a piece of white jade. "This is a novel experience for her. She always says she wants to learn how to deal with rebellious teenagers so she can prepare for the future."
"Let me out!" Little Lorna clenched her fists and pounded desperately on the door. "I don't want to drink organic milk!"
"But you have to take your medicine, girl." Bayonetta leaned against the doorframe and spoke lazily. A loose black silk Japanese robe with gold trim, embroidered with elaborate flowers and cranes,