"Sorry, it was you! I wasn't paying attention!" The boy smiled rather sheepishly.
But Bayonetta did not let down her guard. She continued blocking the path behind Rosa, preventing anyone from approaching her mother. "I was still showing you the way, just like before! Looks like someone sent you back five hundred years." Just as the boy was about to continue, Bayonetta fired another shot. This bullet, however, was blocked by the boy. He did not seem surprised by Bayonetta's attack. Instead, he wore an expression that said, Just as I thought. "Looks like you've discovered the truth. They didn't call you the Left Eye for no reason, did they?"
"Let me guess your relationship with that little thing..." Bayonetta took several relaxed steps forward. "I never expected your fashion sense to get this bad when you grew up, Prophetess."
"You really are clever." The Prophetess looked around, making sure she did not see the person she did not want to see. She smiled, her tone gentle as a dead leaf drifting onto a quiet stream. "But it doesn't matter even if you recognized me. The Witch and the Sage are both still alive. Two hateful little insects—I have to get rid of them as soon as possible. I want what they have. I want my things back: the Eyes of the World." Bayonetta did not show the surprise she ought to have. Thanks to Salomon's vast memory and Kamar-Taj's collection of books, along with the clues provided by fragments of the boy's memories, she and Salomon had already pieced together most of the truth. She had long known what the Prophetess was talking about. Still, seeing this future person with appalling fashion taste wearing the exact same face as that boy was rather unsettling.
"My other half escaped to