"I don't want to discuss Kamar-Taj's policies with you. I've already revealed too much information."
The Emperor's tone changed from its earlier gentleness, becoming unbearably stern. His gaze was like frozen lightning stretched across the cabin, stabbing at everyone's nerves. If this aircraft had switched off autopilot and required a sentient being to pilot it, its nose should have plunged into the ground by now. Fortunately, the Mecha-servant knew nothing and cared about nothing.
"You have overstepped, Bayonetta. This is not a Witch's work."
The Praetorian Guard kept glancing between Jeanne and Bayonetta, their muscles taut and ready to attack at any moment, creating an opportunity for the Emperor to counterattack. But the Witches did not attack as Amon had feared, neither in word nor deed. Bayonetta merely stared at the Emperor for several seconds, pretended nothing had happened, and resumed sipping champagne from her glass. As for Jeanne, she could not be bothered with this sort of official business. No matter what happened at Kamar-Taj, as long as it did not disrupt her normal life, all she cared about was sunshine, beaches, swimming pools, fine wine, and how to feed the little pets she kept in Hell.
The relationship between the Witches and the Emperor was an important subject in the Sacred Guard's psychological studies. Related discussions left behind no written, audio, or video records and could only be conducted in highly classified locations; once they stepped outside, they would forget the contents of the discussion—Praetorian Guards knowledgeable in psychoanalysis would infer the Witches' personalities through their behavioral patterns, such as how Bayonetta's childhood experiences affected her adult personality, or the pressure Jeanne's original family relationships had placed on her during adolescence. The Emperor had already issued a report. Their task was to revise their own psychological models, compare