For now, Salomon still did not know where to find Bayonetta, but he had a method.
Bayonetta had definitely not come to Wigrid to coexist peacefully with Balder, the Lumen Sage. This was also the heartland of the Ragnar Covenant, with Upper Plane Beings everywhere. The Witch had to be in the Infernal Realm, perhaps carrying out her mission of hunting angels.
Yet the Infernal Realm could interfere with inanimate objects in the real world. Salomon had never seen an ordinary person fail to run after something strange happened nearby. Seeking advantage and avoiding danger was a creature's instinct.
Therefore, Salomon only needed to see where the commotion was greatest, where pedestrians were fleeing in panic, and he would know Bayonetta's location. That lipstick was still in his Dimensional Bag. He had to place it in the Witch's hands—only then could he bring about the future The Venerable One had foreseen.
After taking Luca out of the Mirror Dimension, he gave him a task: if he saw anything unusual, he was to call Salomon as soon as possible. Wigrid's old district contained countless ancient buildings and covered a vast area, so they had to split up if they wanted to find the Witch quickly. At the very least, they needed to find traces of the Witch's destruction.
Luca was very good at this sort of work. Aside from following Bayonetta, his main occupation was that of a "freelance reporter"—in other words, a paparazzo. His greatest source of income came from selling celebrities' private information to entertainment magazines. If he had not developed such skills, he could never have kept up with the Witch.
"Heh, the truth." Salomon rolled his eyes at Luca, and they went their separate ways.
Salomon knew that his clothing stood out in a Wigrid full of