Chapter 2577 Morality
Even on Earth, where there was relative peace, no one could come to a perfect conclusion on it. Was there an objective morality? Was it relative, based on the situation or maybe the opinion of the majority? Was it based on religion or was it anti-religion? Were there some cases where the opinion of the majority should be overruled by a more well-informed minority?
Each discipline had their own fancy name, written by people who spent their entire lives studying philosophy, and yet none of them could come to a consensus.
There were too many variables, too many different cultures, too many differing life experiences.
Sometimes Leonel wondered how their views on morality might change in a world like this one. Would it scale up with the strengths individuals held and not change much at all? Or would their thoughts have to be overhauled for the sake of aligning with a new truth?
Leonel didn't know.
For quite a long while, he had been tugged around by those questions of morality, torn between what would satisfy his mind versus what would do him the most good.
He had come to feel in the end that most of it was bullshit. In a world like this one, created just to end one day, what good was there in some objective morality? Trying to find one had ended up causing him more heartache than anything else, and for what, exactly?
He could remember the feelings of his future self quite well. That endless void of loneliness, that gut sinking guilt, it was endless and vast.
If that was what chasing morality got him, he truly didn't want it.
But at the same time, that didn't mean that they would do nothing. The trouble was whether he was doing it for the right reasons or not.
His morality was originally based on logic. He couldn't understand what could objectively decide the worth of a life, so he didn't. Instead, he treated everyone equally and even believed that since he was granted talent, it was his duty to help to elevate everyone else.
Now, he understood himself a bit better than that.
Leonel chuckled. "So eager?"
Aina's little nose wrinkled. "I really want to bash some faces in. Who are they to try and seduce my husband?"
Leonel laughed uproariously, picking Aina up in a bear hug and swinging her around.
The two smiled and the chilled atmosphere gained its own bits of warmth.
"Are you going to tell me why you really want me to participate now?" Aina asked.
"Can't I just want to show off my wife? I think that's valiant enough."
"Maybe, but I doubt that's why," she replied with a sweet smile.
She knew Leonel too well. Showing her off was probably the last thing on his mind. He'd probably prefer to lock her in a basement somewhere only he could admire her.
"Hey, hey, what are you thinking right now?" Leonel said defensively. "Am I such a person?"
Aina blinked innocently, pretending as though she had no idea what he was talking about.
Leonel grinned. "It's just a little gamble on a snotty nosed brat."
Aina raised a brow in confusion, not quite understanding. Leonel also didn't necessarily have to hide things from her anymore either considering the recent breakthroughs, but he seemed to still have the habit.
Leonel looked to the side and found the distraction he was looking for. With a wave of his hand, the item Miel left behind flew up and he tossed it at Aina.
She caught it with a flickering light of complexity in her eyes, but ultimately, Miel was her father. So, she opened the ring up to see what was inside.