The blue holographic lion floated above the carriage table, its pixelated ears drooping entirely. It looked utterly defeated.
[In all the data logs I possess...] the System whispered, its digital voice laced with genuine sorrow, [so many souls actively wish to be transmigrated into this exact era. They want to become the pampered wives of powerful ancient nobles, princes, and ministers. I never... I never thought the reality was this bad.]
Heena leaned her head against the velvet carriage wall, resting her chin on her hand. She merely shrugged her shoulders, her expression completely detached.
"The ancient era isn't a nightmare simply because it lacks modern technology," Heena said calmly, watching the capital citizens go about their day through the slatted window. "It is a nightmare because the education and the core valuation of human life are so fundamentally degraded."
She turned her gaze back to the glowing AI, her eyes devoid of any romantic illusions.
