You Cannot Escape It (Ch.22)
"Five Husbands? I have five of them?" Chantria thought to herself in disbelief as she walked down a cobbled path.
Chantria was not even sure how she had found herself in a garden, after leaving breakfast, she had walked aimlessly till she turned down a hallway she was not familiar with and wound up here.
It was a garden that stretched on for a far distance, it was more like a flower field even and what was more peculiar was the fact that it was filled with only a single type of flower.
For as far as Chantria could see, there were rows and rows of a strange kind of purple flower, Chantria had never seen anything like it before but the fragrance was extremely pleasant.
"You knew about this all along?" Chantria thought to her system, she had long felt it's presence on the surface of her mind but it just would not say a word... or dared not.
"You can't get out of this by staying quiet, give me an explanation I can understand." Chantria thought again when the harem system still did not respond.
"Host, I certainly know about it. I am a Harem System and my mission is to guide a clueless host on how to be a successful Harem master." The Harem System finally replied in it's mechanical voice
Chantria ventured down the path, her mind reeling with what she had just discovered, something she realized she should have figured out much earlier.
"Harem System, it is right there in the name... why did I not think of it?" Chantria asked aloud, shaking her head as she realized just how obvious it had been.
"Does host have any concerns you wish to discuss?" The harem system asked.
Chantria was quiet for a moment, concerns were an understatement, but discussing them was another thing entirely, she did not yet know what exactly she was even faced with.
"The Harem journal, I want to see it." Chantria demanded and in the next moment, the status screen materialized before her sight and the harem journal was pulled up.
As usual, the first page read: PERSONAL PROFILE OF CONSORT ONE.
And then personal details and present statistics of Amir Naeem was listed below.
Chantria glanced over the statistics before she finally lifted a hand to the status screen and attempted to swipe the pages.
Just as Chantria had already expected, Amir Naeem's profile moved aside to reveal a completely new profile.
PERSONAL PROFILE OF CONSORT TWO
NAME: IRVINE YIZO
GENDER: KEI
MOST NOTICEABLE TRAITS: HYPERACTIVE AND OUTSPOKEN.
And then the statistics were lined up just as they had been with Amir's profile and the bars were filled to different levels which displayed his current mood.
"Irvine Yizo..." Chantria murmured to herself as she again swiped the pages and it got to the next.
PERSONAL PROFILE OF CONSORT THREE:
NAME: ZEVON JAMAL
GENDER: MALE
MOST NOTICEABLE TRAITS: FIERCELY PROTECTIVE AND POSSESSIVE.
Chantria frowned slightly wondering who amongst the remaining three was this Zevon Jamal,
She had not gotten around to knowing all their names and she didn't know them well enough to place a face according to their noticeable traits.
"Consort one...two...three...all the way to five? What am I supposed to with five of them?" Chantria asked blankly, not even daring to turn the page of the journal over to the next.
"That is exactly why I am here Host. To guide you through this difficult venture of managing your Harem." The Harem System replied.
Chantria blanched at the mere thought, she was not at all interested in learning anything for any reason, she did not want anything to do with a harem.
"I am not Saint Chantria and you are well aware of this. All I want is a way out of here, back to where I belong ... whatever you have going through your program, I want no part in it." Chantria made clear.
There were a lot of things Chantria could handle, but romantic entanglements were the last thing she wanted to deal with at the moment.
Why did she have to take responsibility for Saint Chantria's life choices? She had chosen to marry five men, and Chantria had nothing against that choice, except the fact that it was not her own choice.
And that wasn't even the end of it, Saint Chantria had chosen to neglect her lovers and still had the guts to mingle with other men and then she had conveniently died, leaving her mess behind for who to clean up?
"Host, from the moment you stepped into this world, you have already become Saint Chantria Avril Kivon of the Kalavan Deep."
"Her life is yours now, this is your new reality and I fear...you cannot escape it. If you do not fulfill your end, the life given to you must be returned. Are you willing?" This time, the voice of the Harem System sounded cold and firm.
"I..." Chantria trailed off, unable to respond simply because she just did not know what to say.
As absurd as this reality was to Chantria, it was a new chance at a life that had been so unfairly snatched from her in her original timeline, could she really chose death instead?