'It depends on host's definition of favorable...' The Harem System replied.
Chantria was not certain she liked the sound of that,
"That's not even an answer." Chantria murmured.
'Well, there will be more chances to save Amir, he is not nearly out of danger yet. When the time comes, will you be able to turn a blind eye?' The Harem System asked.
Chantria sighed as she lay down on her bed, unsure of what she was supposed to say.
"If host is concerned about your inexperience then..." The Harem System began speaking again.
"Whatever makes you believe I am inexperience?" Chantria asked with a roll of her eyes.
"As part of my duty and with the clearance granted to me as host's aide, I have taken a look at host's past relationships and as a bystander, I must comment, each has been rather...disconcerting." The Harem System replied in it's mechanical tone.
Chantria shot right back up to a sitting position, her glowering gaze fixed on the status screen as she felt completely horrified to imagine someone had actually looked into her past relationships.
In Chantria's defense, she had her plate full and simply had not had the time to waste on relationships which was why whichever she ended up in ended in a way that left Chantria cringing just to think about it.
"Hey you! Don't you go sniffing into my private affairs!" Chantria warned in a ferocious tone.
"Ah... but I have said nothing, whatever has got host so defensive..." The Harem System continued in a thoughtful tone.
"I'm not being defensive!" Chantria exclaimed, diverting her gaze uneasily.
"Although host's inexperience is admittedly disturbing, host need not be so insecure about it, I mean, host's relationship with that one model Lennon was not so..." The Harem System continued unfazed.
Chantria was immediately mortified as the Harem System brought up her one date whom Chantria had only realized some months into the relationship was in fact gay.
How could Chantria have known when she simply did not have the free time for intimacy which would have immediately exposed Lennon's true orientation?
Chantria had instead ended up serving as a cover up for a closeted gay who infact was in a budding, passionate and extremely sexual relationship with one of Chantria's professors.
Which again Chantria only realized when she and Mira walked in on her supposed boyfriend shuddering on his hands and knees as her professor...
"Scram!" Chantria roared as she picked up a pillow and tossed it at the status screen, shaking her head to force away the horrifying yet hilarious memories.
Chantria had just lifted up another pillow to toss, but her hands froze up midair when her door was opened and a strange girl rushed in.
"Who..." Chantria began but could not even get her words out as the girl collapsed to her knees, kowtowing heavily before Chantria.
"Noble Saint calm your anger! Noble Saint calm your anger!" The girl chanted in a shaky voice as her small form shivered visibly in terror.
Chantria blinked in astonishment as she watched the girl kowtow, the loud bang of her head against the marble floor jerking Chantria to her senses.
"Hey! Hey! Stop that, what the hell are you doing?!" Chantria exclaimed as she jumped to her feet and rushed to the girl, stopping her with a hand on her shoulder before the girl could kowtow again.
"I...I..." The girl stuttered out, still shivering in fear.
Chantria realized in astonishment that this strange girl was actually scared of her... scared was an understatement, she was terrified.
'Oh Saint Chantria, what have you done this time?' Chantria pondered, feeling aggrieved.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm not angry at you at all." Chantria assured the strange girl.
The shivering of the strange girl reduced slightly as she lifted an uncertain gaze up to Chantria.
"Noble Saint is not angered?" The girl asked to be sure.
"Not at all, why would I be?" Chantria asked in bafflement.
"But... but you ordered me to scram the moment I stepped in." The girl reminded,
"Oh that?..." Chantria paused, unsure how to explain her sudden outburst.
There had been no one else in the room besides Chantria and this girl who had entered right at that moment, who could Chantria claim she had been speaking to?
"Uhmm... that was nothing, just forget about it." Chantria assured as she helped the girl up to her feet.
"I thank Noble Saint for your grace." The strange girl said again with a deep bow.
Chantria smiled awkwardly as she nodded her head, unsure of what the appropriate response was in this scenario.
"Noble Saint, you don't remember me?" The strange girl asked when she finally took notice of Chantria's awkward expression.
Chantria shook her head slowly as she stepped back.
"No...I don't, who are you again?" Chantria replied, watching in horror as the strange girl's lips began trembling again, streaks of tears rolling down her cheeks.
Chantria watched the strange girl cry in complete bafflement, wondering how one person could be so emotional before Chantria recalled before this, she had been announced dead to the world.
"The deep be blessed for returning Your Grace to us." The strange girl said as she sobbed quietly.
Chantria just stood there waiting and when the strange girl got a hold of herself, she finally replied to Chantria's question.
"I am Gemi, one of Your Grace's attendants. I truly apologize for only coming now, after Your Grace's passing..." The strange
girl sobbed again when she got to this part,
"After Your Grace's passing, Your Grace's entire retinue was apprehended by the order and locked up in the guardian's temple pending the end of Lord Amir's trial." The girl, Gemi relayed.
Chantria wondered just how precious this Saint Chantria was that her death was taken so seriously, so many people had gotten apprehended to be tried.
"Ah... how long was I, you know...dead?" Chantria asked curiously.
"Seven days, Your Grace!" Gemi sobbed out.
"When news of Your Grace's return reached the order, Your Grace's retinue was taken to the hall of cleansing, whilst only I was released to return to Your Grace's side." Gemi continued.
'Ah... Seven whole days?! This Saint Chantria's death was already a concluded matter! And she was placed at the bottom of the deep as some form of sacred burial? Oh Amir Naeem... just what did you do?' Chantria wondered.