Xylara saw Bianca's eyes roll and her falling. She looked at Roman with wary eyes. "Master, I'm so -" Roman cut her off, his voice calm and reassuring. "It's not your fault," he sent a comforting smile to Xylara, and went to tend to Bianca, placing a cushion under her head. "I'm bad at this. How do you even explain such things to people?" he sighed, frustration etched on his face.
[Host, don't fret about it. You will get better at explaining it].
The system's voice echoed in Roman's mind, offering encouragement.
"Hope so, it'll be tiring if each person I told about this would faint," Roman said, his thoughts drifting to the challenges ahead. "I wonder what their reaction would be when the seed is planted and the world begins to change."
