Even though Salomon had shown Stephanie many secrets, whether it was the City of Immortals or the deep green shade around him now, seemingly grown wild for centuries, only a few faint, blurry patches of light filtered down to illuminate the ornaments hanging from his trench coat. All Stephanie could make out was the light reflecting off its silver buttons.
Salomon was good at keeping secrets. In this world, aside from the Sorcerer Supreme, very few people knew all of his secrets. Bayonetta was one of them, but she did not care about such things. So long as Salomon acted like a qualified husband at home and created a domestic dream she could lose herself in, she did not care about anything else.
Although Salomon's excuse for inviting Stephanie on the hunt was to accompany the increasingly irritable head of the Internal Affairs Department and help her unwind, Stephanie had known when she gave the orders that his purpose was not so simple—Salomon leaving the City of Immortals was more like giving the hidden Skrulls room to act. He seemed to have anticipated that spies had infiltrated the City of Immortals and had prepared ample contingencies. Stephanie knew nothing about those plans. All she could do was send out the command codes he gave her, codes even she could not understand.
The only order she could recognize was one sent to the Praetorian Guard and the Black Armored Interrogators. It demanded the arrest of everyone in a certain statistics department. If nothing unexpected happened, everyone in that department ought to be Skrulls. She did not know when Salomon had discovered the hidden Skrulls, but if she got the chance, she would definitely review the personnel transfer records carefully.
"I was so naive. I actually thought you wanted to help me