"Darling, stop making Madame Butterfly angry."
The Witch naturally knew that Salomon was not particularly friendly toward any Extra-dimensional Beings. According to the education Arcanists received from childhood and the beliefs they formed, aside from allies who could offer assistance, all other Extra-dimensional Beings were better off dead. As if to support Bayonetta's words, just before the summoning time expired, Madame Butterfly clenched her massive hand into a fist and extended it before Salomon, completely ignoring the Thrones. The threat was childish enough to be laughable, but Salomon's response was not much more mature.
He stuck out his tongue and pulled a face.
Though he was still wearing his helmet, the Witch could have guessed what he was doing with her meticulously manicured toes. She jumped down from the Arcanist's arms and stood before the two Thrones, frivolously and arrogantly disregarding the headless creatures. "Don't be so childish. You're not the youngest one here." She narrowed her eyes with a chuckle, her gaze full of teasing. "Come to Mommy. We still have a fight to finish!"
"Athena would never approve of that title. Snot-nosed brat, you can't even beat Thrones. Do you even know how to use magic?" The Arcanist patted Madame Butterfly's gradually fading giant fist, then muttered as he stepped forward, heat radiating from his Power Armor and jetpack. He pretended not to see the boy's friendly gesture—his relationship with the boy was not exactly bad, but for some reason, Salomon instinctively disliked the strange fellow.
When he saw the horizontal hourglass mark on the boy's forehead, formed from two symmetrical triangles, his instincts told him that the boy's identity was anything but simple. The mark was identical to the device used to restore Waterfall Church. Coupled with his ability to wield powers like the Eyes of the