[Ding!]
[System verification: No penalties shall be imposed on the Tower Manager.]
[Reason: According to the principle of "The One Who Made the Earth," emotional understanding of humans is permitted as a form of spiritual calibration.]
[Additional Note: Installing human language to Monster Girls has yielded significant results in maintaining Subject #001's mental stability.]
The Tower Manager stayed silent. Sitting cross-legged, absurdly elegant, her body was draped in a sheer black dress—more fitting for a succubus summoning ritual than managing a tower.
She lifted her wine glass. "Hah… so I'm not getting punished, huh?"
She chuckled. Low. Deep. Amused by her own situation.
"So… the system still has a sense of humor."
Her hand slid beneath the floating interface, caressing its edge gently—as if stroking a baby's cheek. Or… the head of a freshly beheaded chicken, depending on your point of view.
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A small table in a quiet café.
Emily kept her head down, eyes red.
