"...Mystic Science, a discipline that encompasses both mysticism and science!"
Mia bounced around as she prepared the tools for Jiang Han to enter the dreamscape, while the other members of Jiang Han's group watched the chief of the research department's movements with curious expressions.
Kang Xuezhen pointed at the arranged rune stones and empty lantern on the floor and asked gently:
"Miss Mia, what are these?"
"A ritual, using... mm, let me put it simply?" Mia muttered, pondering how to explain this to witches who only knew how to go by gut feeling. "Think of it this way: every person's dream is a little skiff floating upon the sea of consciousness, with only ourselves aboard, drifting with the waves."
"But if we want to reach a designated dream, we need a navigator, a first mate, a second mate, and sailors. Then, we need a 'big ship.'"
She ran over and tied something like an amulet into Jiang Han's hair.
Jiang Han lifted a lock of hair and gave it a glance.
The amulet looked like a little girl's stick-figure drawing—an especially crude one.
She looked at Mia.
Mia blushed and waved her hands.
"Looks aren't important. What matters most is that it works! Right? Right?"
Weight isn't important. What matters most is that it works!
Jiang Han immediately nodded.
"I understand, I understand."
Mia's eyes widened. Cupping her face in both hands, she said somewhat shyly:
"Just as expected of Nasha..."
"?" Jiang Han pursed her lips, catching sight of Kang Xuezhen secretly laughing from the corner of her eye.
She glared at her. Kang Xuezhen answered with a broad smile, then tipped back her head and poured a whole bottle of whiskey down her throat.
Witches loved to drink, but this was Jiang Han's first time seeing someone as