'System, are you planning to wipe out my memory now?' The teenager said, his tone cold, expressing unconcealed anger.
[The System is the System, and Host is the Host. Host's actions are your own]
'Then, what's your actual purpose in giving me Quests?' The teenager asked, 'There's nothing you can obtain in return. After all, the Skills you've given me are pretty much legendary. And what I've accomplished is nothing extraordinary. A great detective would be capable of the same.'
[I'm just following orders from my creator, to help a man driven by a strong sense of justice. Nothing more, nothing less]
'Then, who's your creator.' The teenager asked next.
[I don't know. The Host would have to dig out the truth]
