"Host!" the System yelled as Heena casually grabbed another cup of wine from a passing servant. "How can you just leave her alone without saying anything else?! You just dropped an absolute nuclear bomb on her and then walked away!"
'Well, the bomb belongs to her,' Heena replied internally, taking a sip. 'She should be the one to handle it.'
"Don't you think you should at least give her the antidote?!" the System argued.
'Do you think I have a magical Doraemon pocket where I can just pull out different types of medical gadgets whenever I want?' Heena scoffed. 'I don't have the antidote.'
"But she is poisoned! You literally just said it!"
'Yeah, but she hasn't been poisoned for very long,' Heena explained calmly. 'She just needs to go home, strip off those clothes, and throw the damn perfume away. The micro-dosing will stop, and she will survive.'
"So you should tell her that!" the System insisted.
