"...The witch best at distinguishing minerals in the world is Eileen. Legend has it that just by listening, she can tell exactly how many grains of gold are in a bag of mixed gold sand, how many kinds of gold it contains, and their total weight. That's practically an unscientific skill."
Histeria said this with a completely serious expression, though given her looks, no matter how serious she got, she only looked cute.
Yet Jiang Han had heard the phrase "a certain witch is unscientific" from a witch—something remarkably rare.
No, "remarkably rare" was not enough. It ought to be described as "unprecedented! unheard of! never before seen!" After all, in the world of witches, [unscientific] was a modifier second only to [great]. And from Jiang Han's perspective, the assessment [unscientific] was even rarer—though perhaps that was simply because they moved in different circles. For ordinary witches, great witches were merely background figures, rarely encountered.
Still, compared to "great," which was pure praise, "unscientific" carried a faintly derogatory edge. It suggested something witches did not quite approve of.
That word made Jiang Han offer a small protest:
"...No matter what, you can't call it unscientific, can you?"
Xiya thought for a moment, then asked in return:
"Then do you think it's scientific?"
"..."
Jiang Han fell silent!
A rhetorical question truly was the finest weapon in the world against people trying to forcibly whitewash something.
Jiang Han had wanted to defend Eileen a little, but then she thought again and an image suddenly surfaced in her mind.
In that image—
Eileen wore a thick golden cloak and a crown adorned with three pairs of enormous curled golden horns, her body wrapped in orange tights.
She lounged lazily on an endless sea of gold coins and gemstones, lightly raking coins with