Bayonetta kissed her pistols, her pale gray eyes turning toward the Arcanist. "My dear little fawn, are you ready to be hunted?"
The Arcanist's plan to take Stephanie or the Witch to eat at the restaurant he had just acquired for money laundering fell through. He hurriedly dressed, kissed the Witch, and promised he would be back in a few hours. He would never miss their intimacy at night and in the morning. Never. With bullets raining down like a storm, Salomon wore the antlers the Witch had prepared for him and stepped through a portal, arriving at the administrative building of the City of Immortals.
Stephanie crouched down with a scream as a bullet passed through the portal and shattered the hall's exquisite stained-glass window.
Still shaken, Stephanie quickly explained the situation to Salomon.
"Next time, please warn me before coming over from a battlefield."
"That's hard to say. Everywhere is a battlefield, dear Stephanie."
They took an elevator decorated with gilded vine patterns all the way to the top floor of the Gothic building. The power structure of the City of Immortals was as clear and direct as the building's floors. At the very top were the Office of Internal Affairs and Salomon's office, with Stephanie's personal office connecting the two, serving as the Arcanist's link to the entire power structure. On the surface, Stephanie was Salomon's restraint, but in reality, as a dictator, every order Salomon gave passed through Stephanie without condition. Stephanie's role was not that of a think tank, but a messenger.
"Agent Coulson wishes to speak with you, my lord." As someone who knew part of the truth behind the Sokovia incident, Agent Hand naturally understood that Salomon now possessed the power to destroy a government without effort. Out of reverence, the way she