Vigilante Game and Rule

If the Sorcerer Supreme used a sense of mission and responsibility to discipline and bind Salomon, then Bayonetta used the chains called family. Though those chains were exceedingly slender, under Athena's guidance, they achieved the same effect as the iron tracks called responsibility. She slipped off her stiletto pumps and lightly brushed Salomon's calf with her foot. She knew she had to strike the right balance. She only needed to make Salomon feel a little guilty, and the man she had trained since childhood would arrange everything himself, letting her experience an even fiercer love. She had done this more than once, and every time, she had received the best response.

"But you were the one who brought us here this time, darling." Just as expected, the Witch saw apology on Salomon's face, and the thoughts she touched conveyed the same meaning. For spellcasters, sharing thoughts was an extremely intimate connection. Their mental tendrils continuously intertwined, as close as they had always been. The Witch picked up her wineglass, trying to use the deep crimson liquid to block Salomon's view and keep him from seeing the smile tugging at her lips. It was useless, because her emotions had already passed to Salomon through their mental link, and her swaying inverted-triangle sapphire earrings betrayed her amusement as well. She narrowed her eyes, pleasure at their corners. "I hope there will be a next time."

"I promise you, Bayonetta." Their feelings for one another were not charity bestowed by either side, but competition transformed from surveillance and murder. Neither was nobler than the other. Yet in Salomon's view, he truly had neglected the Witch during this time, nearly abandoning his duty. The Arcanist, deeply aware that his work had affected his family, swore to Bayonetta, and the Black-haired Witch's seduction was also