"I found that the game Milia had been playing lately was rather dangerous. It was the kind of game children often played in our day. Maybe children still play it now, but I'm not sure modern little brats are interested in such games when they have video games."
Jeanne's voice broke the silence.
Perhaps because she could not stand the ambiguous atmosphere that did not include her—especially since she was certain it only appeared on Bayonetta's face—and could not bear to watch her good friend act so foolishly, she ultimately chose to break the silence. When Bayonetta gave her an inquisitive look, she could only shrug and begin improvising a story that was half true and half false.
"Don't look at me like that. You left all the educational work to me, didn't you? Of everyone here, only I have experience dealing with children... You want to know what kind of game it is? Fine. You throw a stone into the air, then count to five. We used knives in our day, but stones are dangerous enough for Milia. I'm quite sure that without anyone watching her, she'll play that dangerous game again. Laura Croft only knows how to stroll along the beach or read in the library; without a reminder, she'd starve to death beneath a bookshelf. If we don't want to come home to a stupid child with brain damage, we should get this over with quickly."
"Teach her some magic." Bayonetta narrowed her eyes at the man seated opposite her and made a very interesting suggestion. "Finger tricks, not psionics. Someone can do it. After all, we all know how nimble his fingers are."
"Milia already likes daggers, longswords, and guns, and now you want her to like playing cards and coins?" Jeanne rolled her eyes dramatically.