She narrowed her eyes.
"Is there something you're hiding from me?"
The system immediately began fidgeting.
"I-I mean, Host, wouldn't it be a good idea? The original owner wanted you to find a partner, didn't she?"
"Yes, she did."
Heena nodded calmly.
"But she also wanted me to fulfill her wishes, not rush around blindly doing things without considering the circumstances. She asked me to find a partner. She didn't tell me to run straight to the marketplace and buy a husband like I was shopping for vegetables."
The system opened his mouth, then closed it again.
Heena returned to her work, seemingly satisfied with her explanation.
But the system wasn't ready to give up.
After a brief hesitation, he muttered, "But... you could just buy a man from the slave market."
Silence.
The system froze.
Heena slowly lifted her head.
Her gaze settled on him, and for the first time that day, there was no trace of amusement in her eyes.
It was a death glare.
