After writing about two thousand words, Salomon tossed the computer aside.
First, he did not particularly enjoy writing on a tablet; he liked the feeling of striking keys on a keyboard. Second, he believed that writing more than two thousand words a day was a symptom of Genetic Mutation and needed to be firmly guarded against. Third, he was on vacation today, and vacations were not meant for work. Although he had been unable to resist picking up the computer at first, he quickly began reflecting on himself and firmly carried out his decision to take a vacation. None of those were the most important reason. The most important reason was that a pale, slender arm had draped itself over his shoulder. "We've already missed lunch and dinner, darling." Salomon's eyes widened. "It's been an entire day!"
"You know how this ends, darling. It's happened more than once, on the days and nights when you took vacations after coming of age—more intense and more passionate than before." Bayonetta narrowed her eyes, her fingertips lightly tracing down the Arcanist's skin like a feather. In a cheerful tone, she said, "Though you did fairly well today, I only lost consciousness a few times. We're still far from done!"
"My lord, I need you to look over this document." Stephanie looked hesitantly at the Arcanist slumped in his office chair. From the very start of work today, Salomon had been nodding off, displaying an unusually listless air. "What exactly is wrong with you?" she asked. "Should I call the medical staff?"
"No, no need. I just didn't sleep well." Salomon rubbed his eyes and carefully reviewed the document. "This is an application. It proposes using divination spells to locate Suitable Candidates by their genes, submitted by you and Maya Hansen?" he asked. "Do