From the speech, I could infer the system was female—something that only added to my humiliation.
Trying to redirect the situation, I asked carefully, "So… since you're already here, why don't you tell me about yourself?"
The response came with a teasing giggle, light and almost musical.
[ Hehehe~ It appears the Host is trying to act mature now.
But honestly, that act only makes you look cuter in that tiny body. ]
I gritted my teeth. If I could blush any harder, my newborn face would have turned crimso
[ Well, anyway~ I am your lovey-dovey system. ]
[ Behold, for I am… the Weaver of Stars System! ]
Her tone dripped with pride, playful and self-satisfied. But just as I thought she would continue teasing me, her voice softened, dropping into something far older… almost nostalgic.
[ …Though this may be our first true conversation, I have been with you for a long, long time, Host.
Longer than you can remember. ]
The teasing lilt in her words faded for a breath, replaced by a depth that made my chest tighten. For a moment, she sounded less like a mischievous companion, and more like a being watching over me through countless lifetimes.
Then, as quickly as it came, the weight in her voice vanished, replaced once again by her giggle.
[ But~ you're not ready to know the details yet.
For now, just enjoy having me as your cute, reliable partner! ]
I blinked, my thoughts tangled. What was that just now? A joke? A slip? Or a warning?
Feeling the sudden shift in her tone, I decided to change the topic before it pressed too heavily on my mind.
"So… what is your real name?" I asked.
Her reply came quickly, playful once more.
[ Oh, that! It's for the Host to decide, of course~ ]
I blinked. So it doesn't even have a name?
I let out a long sigh. Naming something felt… oddly heavy. Perhaps because this was my first time doing so—at least, the first time in this body. After all, I still couldn't remember much about myself.
The only thing that lingered was a broken memory—drifting in a vast, suffocating void, bound by disgusting chains that seemed to gnaw at my very soul.
I shuddered unconsciously.
Damn… with memories like that, I wouldn't be surprised if I really do end up like those cliché protagonists with embarrassingly bad naming sense.
I rubbed the thought away and tried to focus. Naming her… wasn't just some casual matter. This system wasn't a tool—she was alive, mischievous, and more mysterious than I could handle right now.
After some thinking, I decided on a name that felt right. One that would suit her teasing nature, but also carried the elegance of her mysterious, mature side.
I took a breath.
"Okay… I've decided. Your name shall be—."