"I'm telling you, your behavior is seriously perverted, Mr. Luca. I even suspect that you steal women's underwear in your spare time, so I suggest Miss Bayonetta call the police." Salomon said. "They'll definitely issue a restraining order against you. Don't thank me; it's what I should do."
"That's slander! I don't need to do something like that! I'm very popular with women!" Luca cried. "And I was asking about what you said before that. I need you to say it again."
"Rosemary?" Salomon replied. "That's the scent of angels."
"So that means..." Having gotten his answer, Luca turned back to Bayonetta. "There were angels present on the day my father was killed? Those things I couldn't see?"
"Mm-hmm, little wildcat." Bayonetta looked at Luca with satisfaction. "I've had enough of your delusions. It's time you faced the facts."
"So every time I tracked someone down, it was actually angels, not witches?" Luca had merely suffered a blow to his worldview, and his thoughts had not yet returned to the right track, but that did not mean he was stupid. He felt that if Salomon was right, then every target he had tracked down had actually been an angel. As for Bayonetta, hunting angels was her job.
"My father devoted his entire life to uncovering the mysteries of witches and the Sage Clan, and he was torn apart right before my eyes. I have to understand what happened then." Luca said, "And besides, was my father killed by that invisible monster, or by you, Bayonetta?"
"Ahem, Mr. Luca." Salomon had no choice but to speak. "I think your father being able to pursue the secrets of Sages and witches was a failure on the Mystic Order's part. Otherwise, he could never have come into contact with such things. But those