"Oh, so you want me to kill your husband?" Heena looked at her, tilting her head slightly. Her gaze was piercing, analytical, and utterly devoid of pity. "Then you will become a widow. And then what? Do you genuinely think your in-laws or this ancient society would just let you live in peace with a bag of stolen silver? A widow of a suddenly murdered Prime Minister is either sent to rot in a desolate temple, buried alive in his tomb, or tortured to death by his family to appease his spirit. Are you so pitifully stupid or something?"
Hovering near the ceiling, the glowing blue lion gasped.
"Host!" the System whined, dropping down to hover near her shoulder. "At least have a shame! This woman saved you!"
'Shut up with that same word before I kill you myself,' Heena snapped telepathically, her patience for the digital lion's moral compass completely exhausted.
