No wonder the Castle Lord was so deeply trusted. Even after causing things like queue-jumping and the ghost unrest, she only got fined.
Meanwhile, Xiya could only earn a limited amount of trust, and Angelite would rap her over the knuckles every few days.
Good lord, the gap in ideological awareness had no end to it.
"Then do you still have time to run Ghost Castle?" Jiang Han asked curiously. "With such lofty ambitions, you must be terribly busy, right?"
"No. I only set aside two days a week to work toward my grand ambition."
"..." Jiang Han blinked. "What?"
"Do you know what the deepest and finest philosophy of witches is?"
Jiang Han genuinely did not know witches were good at philosophy. Witches were better at philosophy with [physics] or [magic] tacked onto the end. After all, in a witch's eyes, 'philosophy provides the foundations and cornerstones for your argument, while this sister's fists and magic are the capital of debate.'
"I'd like to hear the details."
"If you can't even live happily yourself, if you can't even make your own life whole and fulfilling, what right do you have to lead everyone else toward happiness and fulfillment? Sacrificing the small family for the greater family is a noble sacrifice, but from another angle, abandoning the small family is an extremely irresponsible act. It is also a [privilege]. If you abandon the small family, then you have abandoned your own happiness and fulfillment. Who can say whether someone in the future might use that as an excuse to make others abandon their [fulfillment and happiness]?"
If Jiang Han had not seen Eve Harkins's usual little hamster-like posture whenever she snuck sweets, she might genuinely have mistaken this snack-stealing ghost witch for some kind of philosopher or theorist.
After listening