He had always been wary of that boy.
That was only natural. When the boy's head split with pain and he displayed his memories before him and Bayonetta, the magical radiance emanating from him was astonishingly blinding. Although he had long known that this boy who called himself "Loki" was no ordinary person, the Arcanist's nerves were still stirred by the power he possessed. Faced with the boy's sudden action, Salomon's first reaction was to raise his Explosive Rounds Gun. Yet he did not pull the trigger—not entirely because of the Witch's objection. More than that, he wanted to see where this boy, who possessed only fleeting memories and perhaps did not even realize he was a pawn of the mastermind, intended to lead him and the Witch.
"You're hurting me, big guy. Maybe you should find some time to service that armor." The boy frowned and waved his fingers. Perhaps because they had reached a deal, his attitude had softened considerably. "But thanks for the medicine. I'm fine. Let's get going."
"That was what I thought too. I suggest you get a brain scan, because I suspect your memories are so brief because you hit your head and developed a hematoma in your brain." The boy glared at the Arcanist. Salomon spoke with absolute conviction. "I knew someone who fell down and seemed perfectly fine, except he lost a little memory. Then two days later, he died!"
The boy asked curiously, "How did he die?"
"He was hit by a car. He forgot to check the traffic lights when crossing the street. If he hadn't hit his head, he might have remembered that."
"Does anyone really find your stupid jokes funny, big guy?"
The Arcanist shrugged. "Sometimes."
Using the opportunity to give him the pill, Salomon activated several minor