"Please do not violate the rules. This is for your safety."
In Wanda Maximoff's impression, Dinah had always been gentle and professional. He could arrange every itinerary and everything needed in the blink of an eye, and he was extremely patient when listening to others' opinions. But Dinah's cold attitude at this moment startled Wanda. Other than the two Witches, no one could give her orders. More precisely, even the two Witches' orders could be overridden by His higher-priority commands—before the Imperial Guard's Gene Alchemy secret rites had been perfected and put into testing, Dinah had accompanied Him in battle everywhere, carrying out the Sorcerer Supreme's secret missions. Whatever this homunculus's original purpose had been, she was essentially a powerful, tireless humanoid weapon. Dinah barely maintained her politeness because that was what He required.
She walked toward Wanda Maximoff and lowered her voice to avoid frightening the frail old man by the door.
"As long as the ritual is carried out correctly, all evil and filth will be driven away. We will ensure every guest's physical and mental safety. It will only take a short time. We have done this many times, so please remain in the reception room. It will be over in a few minutes." She looked at the Witch, but not for help. The tense atmosphere did nothing to affect the two Witches' casual ease. Bayonetta waved a hand, signaling for both Dinah and Wanda to calm down.
"The aftermath of something like this is just a little extra dust in the manor."
The pop of a champagne bottle being opened startled Wanda.
Bayonetta took the freshly filled champagne flute and casually swirled it. Neither she nor Jeanne had any interest in dealing with an Outer Dimensional Entity so weak it could be crushed between their fingers.