After a moment of silence, Morris scratched his chin and looked at Tales with a strange expression.
"So you came all this way just to give me a lecture on politics?"
"You wanted an answer." Tales lowered his fist and replied confidently. "And I'm giving you one."
Morris surveyed the furnishings around him. After thinking for a moment, he raised his head again.
"If that's the case, then this answer is too far removed from us. It's unrealistic."
Tales smiled.
On the other side of the apothecary, Jenny and Grove were whispering to each other as they trembled, while Gollor struggled to restrain Kohn, who wanted to rush over and seize Layok.
Yet it was as if an invisible wall stood between them. Everyone tacitly obeyed the unspoken agreement, not daring to cross it and intrude upon the conversation between the Prince of Starfall and one of the Brotherhood's giants.
"Exactly. 'Politics is too far removed from me.' 'Politics is too unrealistic for me.' Those are the most common misconceptions in our lives."
Tales's expression changed.
"Whether they're the purists who look down on politics because it's too far removed, consider themselves morally superior, and avoid public politics as though it were a deadly plague; the pedants who grow cynical because it's too far removed, bury themselves in study, and firmly believe that everything lies within knowledge; the cynics who give up because it's too far removed, become numb and uncaring, and think that food, clothing, housing, and transport are what returning to life means; or the keyboard warriors who feel that it's too far removed, so they cast all restraint aside, boast endlessly, and pontificate about the grand affairs of the world."
"Or people like you, loafing through life with that careless attitude, getting drunk and dreaming your days