Talk with System

Kael sat in silence near the grand window of his chambers, the cold breeze of the early morning brushing against his face.

The moonlight poured into the room, illuminating the shadows that played across his brooding features.

In his hand, a goblet of wine swirled idly, its deep crimson reflecting the faint light.

The barony was asleep, but Kael's mind was far from rest.

He exhaled sharply, setting the goblet down on the windowsill, and spoke into the stillness.

"System," he said, his voice low, "are you there?"

A faint hum filled the air, soft and steady, like the echo of a whisper.

Then, the familiar voice of the NTR System replied, calm yet tinged with an eerie amusement. "I am always here, Kael. What weighs so heavily on your mind that even sleep eludes you?"