The system's face crumpled. "But host—"
"No buts!"
What Heena 'didn't' know—and what System 427 desperately prayed she'd 'never' discover—was that he'd been betting against her.
With other systems watching this world.
Every time a noble confronted her, he'd bet she'd lose her temper, snap publicly, show her "Black Lotus" side. And every time, the other systems bet she'd maintain perfect grace and composure.
He'd lost. Again. And again. 'And again.'
Because this insane woman somehow managed to act like a completely different person in public. Poised, regal, controlled—'nothing' like the maniac who'd tied five men to a bed and calmly discussed waxing while they screamed.
The other systems raked in his points every single time, convinced Heena was a model Empress.
'If she ever finds out,' System 427 thought, trembling, 'she'll delete me. Permanently.'
