The Abyss was the most chaotic place in the entire universe, its lowest level. Chaos meant increasing entropy. One day, when the universe reached its end, the Abyss would consume the entire universe. Of course, that timescale was measured in hundreds of millions of years and had nothing to do with Salomon at present.
The reason he used cents as a comparison was entirely because Salomon was currently in New York, in the apartment Bayonetta had bought, so he had adopted the local currency unit.
What the hell? Weren't familiars supposed to be a mage's little treasures? Why was his familiar so close to Bayonetta? When Salomon walked into the apartment, he saw Bayonetta placing a plate of fish on the dining table, while the Cheshire Cat stood on a chair with its two round front paws on the table, eagerly trying to sneak a bite.
Salomon scooped up the fat cat and held it in his arms as he walked toward the sofa in the living room. Watching the delicious salmon grow farther and farther away, the Cheshire Cat let out aggrieved meows. Through their magical contract, Salomon, as its master, could clearly feel its regret. Those meows were not meaningless babble; only he could understand them.
"You're not a real cat. You're merely an elemental spirit with the appearance of a cat. You can't let your appearance restrict your behavior." The Arcanist weighed his familiar in his arms. "Besides, you're already fat enough. I think you weigh at least fifteen pounds."
"Meowww! (That's slander!)"
"Are you ready to investigate Queen Sheba's secret?" Jeanne, seated at the other end of the sofa, pushed her red-framed glasses onto her forehead. "I must tell you first that Queen Sheba's existence is the Umbra Witches' highest secret. If Cereza had not awakened