The topic of conversation at the dining table troubled many couples who had lived together for a long time. After all, the familiarity brought by prolonged companionship greatly diminished the number of things worth talking about. Yet that was not the case at Oxfordshire Manor. The Emperor and the witches could talk to one another about utterly boring subjects and still make each other burst into laughter. When it came to commenting on certain people and events, their tongues could also produce remarkably vicious jokes. This time, however, neither Bayonetta nor Jeanne had any intention of joking around. Their inexplicable restraint came from Rosa on the other side of the table.
It was not until mealtime that Rosa removed her veil. She had changed out of the black silk form-fitting abbess robe of the Umbra Witches in the guest room and put on modern clothes purchased in Miami. Milia turned her head in confusion, looking at Rosa and then Bayonetta. Her little mind simply could not understand why there were two witches who looked exactly alike. In her eyes, even the energy radiating from the souls of these two Black-haired Witches was almost entirely identical.
But compared to Bayonetta, Rosa appeared more elegant and composed. Though that personality was also an act, Rosa would not rashly display Bayonetta's childish competitive streak. Nor would she call Bayonetta her daughter or Jeanne a junior, which eased Jeanne's embarrassment considerably. Just as Jeanne and Bayonetta were rivals, Jeanne's mother and Rosa were also in a competitive relationship. The witch from the Capetian Dynasty and the successor raised in the witches' stronghold had clashed more than once over control of the Umbra Witches.
"How much longer are those men going to keep us waiting?" Rosa blinked, her eyes almost identical to Bayonetta's glancing at