No matter what, the ceramic shards that were bound to hit someone in the face would hit sooner or later, and a dining table that could not be kept could never be kept. Fortunately, Bayonetta only loaded one reduced-charge round into Milia's M1911A1 each time, so it would not fracture Milia's wrist while also blasting through the oak dining table. The flying ceramic fragments struck an invisible barrier, where tiny bolts of lightning at roughly twenty thousand degrees Celsius instantly vaporized them, leaving behind a gust of hot air and white smoke. To keep anyone from inhaling carbon dioxide crystals, Salomon could only order the scorching smoke, wrapped around silicon dioxide microparticles, to drift out the window.
It was obvious that Bayonetta was still brooding over Salomon's actions.
But the policy of unifying all schools of magic would absolutely not be altered, nor could the standing order to eliminate all threats from the Outer Dimensions be changed. Rodin might survive, but he certainly would not live as freely as before. The Sorcerer Supreme's decision to keep power locked away had its historical limitations and necessities, but the situation Salomon faced now was utterly different from hers at the time. Now that he held Kamar-Taj's supreme authority, he had to make the decision most fitting for history.
It was an entirely rational decision that could not be tainted by personal feelings.
Sometimes Bayonetta and Jeanne felt that he was excessively cold and ruthless when making decisions. Fortunately, once his work was done, he became that Arcanist who loved cracking jokes in ordinary times yet remained utterly dependable at critical moments. That was what convinced the Witches that power had not gone to his head. Bayonetta and Jeanne had no interest in Salomon's work, because they knew he was pursuing a just