Without a doubt, the vacation Bayonetta had planned was completely ruined.
The colossal glacier towering in the northern Atlantic Ocean was slowly approaching the Arctic Circle. The entire British Isles and northern Europe were shrouded in relentless torrential rain, while even the Panama Islands and Caribbean Sea were filled with storms. Rescue teams from every nation were flying one after another to the ruins of the Faroe Islands, trying to determine exactly what had happened there.
Climate experts on television spouted nonsense, claiming this was extreme weather caused by the greenhouse effect and demanding that the Copenhagen Climate Conference formulate carbon-emission regulations as soon as possible. As for why a cyclone had suddenly appeared over the North Atlantic Ocean, that was obviously because of extreme weather!
None of this had anything to do with Salomon, who had returned to Oxfordshire Manor.
After getting some sleep, Laura Croft walked through the portal fully awake. Then, as if she had suddenly remembered something, she scooped up Miss Peanut Butter, who had rushed over to greet her, along with the bewildered Cheshire Cat, and ran into her room without looking back, leaving Salomon alone in the living room to face the two witches.
The air here had practically frozen. Only the Artificial Maid Dinah stood calmly beside Salomon, holding a cup of hot coffee loaded with sugar. Outside the windows, the wind and rain from the North Atlantic Ocean continued ravaging the garden. Petals, leaves, and rainwater pounded against the glass, while lightning occasionally flashed across the sky. Only a few lamps were lit in the manor hall, barely illuminating several sofas.
"I remember you hated coffee." Bayonetta was the first to break the silence.
"Darling, eight thousand years is enough to change some tastes." Salomon shifted and found a comfortable position on