Death was not a frightening thing.
What was frightening was complete death—the kind of death that left not even a spiritual imprint behind. To witches, that was like vanishing. Vanishing forever.
Just as many Archwitches said:
A witch's death merely meant entering the Underworld and beginning another great adventure.
When needed, they could return at once.
Yet some witches' deaths were eternal. No trace of them could be found, and there was no way to bring them back from the Underworld.
But as far as Jiang Han was concerned, death for witches was practically like going off to adventure in a new world.
Earlier, she and Comrade Xuan had gone to visit her great-great-great-grandmother. The old woman had claimed a huge patch of land in the Underworld's swamps, raised an enormous number of murlocs, and lived a decadent life of playing cards with other undead witches and watching shows every day...
Jiang Han looked up at Chancellor Evelyn seated across from her and smiled.
"What about you, Evelyn? Are you still seeking the answer to the soul and the body?"
Picking up from a point in their earlier small talk would effectively lower her guard.
Evelyn wore a serene smile as her gaze shifted toward the steadily darkening sky. She said softly:
"I'm studying the stars... Doctor Machinos, is it really all right for you to be doing this? Whatever your purpose is, it shouldn't be idle chatter."
Jiang Han gave a sweet smile, leaned back, and lightly swung her legs back and forth as she said carelessly:
"My purpose is to slack off."
"Slack off?" Evelyn froze at the unexpected answer. That beautiful, mature face of hers looked a little cute with such a blank expression on it.
Jiang Han puffed out her cheeks, stretched lazily, pulled out a