Heena looked at System 427 like he was a particularly slow child. 'What did she expect from a little lion cub?' she thought. Did he forget she'd played villainesses in multiple martial arts worlds? Of course she knew how to fight.
The system's ears perked up as memory flooded back. Oh. 'Oh'. There 'had' been worlds where Heena was a demonic sect master, a sword immortal, an assassin guild leader... She'd accumulated dozens of fighting styles across her missions. The only limitation was that if the body she possessed didn't know martial arts, she couldn't reveal that skill without raising cosmic flags.
But Celeste Ravencourt? The original Empress had been trained in swordsmanship since childhood. A war hero. Using those skills wasn't suspicious at all.
"But—" System 427 ventured, "don't you already 'know' who hired them? Why bother interrogating?"
Heena just rolled her eyes and gestured with a slight tilt of her head toward the unconscious assassin.
The system looked.
