Marvel Magic Case Files.

Chapter 56 Do you want another ring on your finger?

“I’m telling you, your behavior is really quite perverted, Mr. Luca. I even suspect you might steal women’s underwear on a regular basis, so I suggest Miss Bayonetta call the police,” Salomon said. “The police will definitely give you a restraining order. You’re welcome, it’s my duty.”

"That's slander! I have no need to do such a thing! I'm very popular with women!" Luca exclaimed. "Besides, I asked about the previous sentence, and I need you to say it again."

"Rosemary?" Salomon replied. "That's the scent of angels."

"So..." Luca, having received the answer, turned back to Bayonetta, "On the day my father was killed, there were angels present? The ones I couldn't see?"

"Hmm, little wildcat." Bayonetta looked at Luca with satisfaction. "I'm fed up with your delusions. It's time for you to face the facts."

"So every time I find someone, it's actually an angel, not a witch?" Luca was simply experiencing a shock to his worldview, and his thinking was temporarily unable to return to the right track, but that didn't mean he was stupid. He felt that if Salomon was right, then every time he was tracking someone, it was actually an angel. As for Bayonetta, hunting angels was her job.

“My father dedicated his life to unraveling the mysteries of the witches and sages, and he was torn apart before my very eyes. I must understand what happened,” Luca said. “And who killed my father—the unseen monster, or you, Bayonetta?”

"Ahem, Mr. Luca," Salomon had to speak up. "I think your father's pursuit of the secrets of the sages and witches was a mistake by the Mage's Guild; otherwise, he would never have been able to access those things. But those who pursue the mysterious will ultimately die because of the mysterious, and I believe your father should be prepared for that."

"You!" Luca's face flushed crimson, as if his anger could burst through his thin skin at any moment. But Salomon interrupted Luca's next words in time, using magic. The sage reporter clutched his throat, struggling to breathe.

"I advise you to listen to me, even though what I'm about to say is cold-blooded, you must listen to it all," the sorcerer said. "Don't try to fob me off with things like 'journalists are meant to pursue the truth.' The truth also needs to be tailored to the audience. Otherwise, why don't you report on the filth done by the CIA to the public? Ordinary people absolutely cannot bow down to beings from other dimensions anymore. Once they know about the existence of angels and demons, the things I told you before will happen, and then my teacher's efforts of over a thousand years will be completely wasted."

Human technology is simply no match for these extradimensional beings. The Venerable One has worked so hard to help humanity stand up, not to kneel down again. If you destroy those achievements, then I will destroy you.

Your father, being an ordinary person, recklessly pursued dangers he couldn't handle. Sooner or later, he would die because of it. No one can be your father's caretaker, carefully protecting his life while he explores dangerous things; it's impossible. I don't care who killed your father.

But if your father miraculously survived and actually found something that attracted the attention of ordinary nations, then the hermitage of sorcerers would be standing before you. Your father might not die, but he could become an idiot. The same applies to you, and then I might be standing before you.

Mr. Luca, the monastic community is committed to protecting the lives of ordinary people at all costs. We are willing to give up many things, including the lives of innocent people, or even our own lives—that's what my teacher taught me. I'm still young and may not be able to do it, but it's still important to examine every life on my hands.

The blood on my hands isn't just from dark magic creatures or angels, but also from ordinary people. So, throw away your idiotic ideas. I don't have Bayonetta's good temper. Reality isn't a family-friendly movie like *Bambi*, *The Lion King*, or *Saw VII* with its brutal murder scenes; it's much colder and bloodier.

Salomon was telling the truth, though he exaggerated some of the consequences. He was quite adept at scaring people—the Mage Order certainly wouldn't turn people into idiots, nor would they kill ordinary people who knew the truth; that would be too much of an exaggeration. They weren't some super-mysterious secret service organization that required people to wear black suits and sunglasses when they went out, always have a blank expression when speaking to anyone, and always carry a gun in their clothes, with a strict internal hierarchy and classified information requiring tiered management.

Yes, I'm talking about you, God... Hydra!

However, Salomon did speak the truth. Kamar-Taj would at most make those in the know believe that what they experienced was just a dream. This was Hogos's most proficient magic, recorded in the Book of Vishanti. Even if Thor were to descend to Earth and become known to the public, he wouldn't be some extradimensional being. To Earthlings, Asgard would simply be aliens.

Apart from Kamar-Taj, no one can prove the existence of God; therefore, the existence of angels and demons must also be concealed.

As for the reason? The box office performance of "The Passion of the Christ" in Christian countries speaks for itself.

"Huff, huff, huff..." Luca took a few deep breaths, catching his breath. He stared at Salomon in horror, unable to comprehend such awareness in a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. He said, "You're a... madman!"

"Humanity is not alone in this world. The mission of the Secret Order of the Mage will not end until humanity can stand at the pinnacle of the universe and have an equal dialogue with other dimensions," Salomon said. "Anyone with such awareness is either crazy or not. Of course, that's what I say, but I will still try my best to avoid sacrificing innocent lives; that feeling is not pleasant."

I know very well we're walking a red line; one wrong step and we'll fall into the abyss. But the Order of the Wizards has protected the Earth, right now. So stop chasing what you shouldn't know, Mr. Luca. If you insist on doing so, then no one will protect you.”

"I never imagined you were such a heartless little thing," Bayonetta said flippantly. "It really makes your big sister sad."

"If it weren't for this immense psychological pressure, how do you think my teacher would have ended up like this?" Salomon said, spreading his hands. "Her Majesty's greatest pleasure now is stealing snacks from me. I want to make her happier and more relaxed, so I'll try to help lighten her burden. Although I can't do much, I can still do what I can. Including you, Bayonetta, you know very well that you are the one being monitored, and I am the one carrying it out."

"So how long are you going to keep watching me, Boya?" Bayonetta asked Salomon. "How long will this mission take?"

Salomon turned his left hand over and looked at the ring on his left pinky. He said, "I don't know, maybe a lifetime. Don't worry, I'll live a long time."

"Hmm~ So, big sister can never get rid of you for the rest of her life, right?" The witch blinked her left eye. "Do you want another ring?"

"Enough!" Perhaps because of the mystery surrounding his father's death in his childhood, Luca had a morbid obsession with the truth. Tears welled in his eyes as he shouted, "I can choose not to reveal those things! But I must know the cause of my father's death! Whatever danger awaits me, I don't need any rescue, I just want to know the truth! This Ragnar Order's Easter, and the witch—I must know everything! Even if I die on my journey of discovery, it will be my own destiny!"

"Well, you certainly have a lot of courage. The wait for death must be agonizing, Mr. Luca," Salomon said. "So, do you know how to use a gun?"

"A gun?" Luca sniffed and asked in confusion.

"Anyway, I don't expect you to use melee weapons." The sorcerer snapped his fingers. "You need to protect yourself, and I don't know which angel killed your father... Go and take revenge yourself."

The protagonist is a lawful faction, not a chaotic faction that does whatever it wants. Those who don't understand what a lawful faction is and are clamoring that the character's personality has collapsed can leave now.

(End of this chapter)