"Greed is indeed wrong, especially when it comes to money."
The Angel General was deeply ashamed, as though the Angel race's honor had been utterly disgraced by the Queen. She was even too embarrassed to look at the Sorcerer Supreme again and tried to wriggle out of Harley's embrace.
"Ha, my dear Little Angel, greed itself isn't wrong. So-called greed is merely not knowing when to stop while pursuing the fulfillment of one's desires. In fact, indulging excessively in anything is harmful to the body."
Though the other woman was thousands of years younger than her, Harley still considered herself the big sister. She rested her head on the angel's shoulder, pinning her in place again with her chin as she smiled and said:
"Without desire, living things would have no possibility of surpassing themselves. The key is moderation."
Above them hung the manifestation of a black sun. Pale solar flares cast a frigid glow, and beneath that stark black-and-white light, the world seemed to have become much simpler.
Seated nearby, Su Ming flicked ash downward, voiced his support for Little Sugar Bean's point, and added:
"There's nothing wrong with loving money, either. The key is turning wealth into your own strength. Like the Queen of Hevenheim—she hid her money in a tomb, and the result was either endless depreciation or saving it for someone else."
Of course, that was easy for him to say. Hevenheim had been exiled for ten thousand years. Even if they wanted to spend money, they had nowhere to spend it.
But Finandel only needed to grasp the Sorcerer Supreme's underlying message. The minor details did not matter.
As the three chatted, Diana once again faced the Angel Queen within the tomb that had been split in half below.
The Queen's attendants were certainly fearless,