Normally, I enjoy not having to speak. It means that I can simply soak up info I normally wouldn't be getting, can divert my attention to something I find more interesting than the discussion subject, or I can just turn my brain off. all of these are things I would, under normal circumstances, relish the opportunity to experience.
I never had to sit down and cook a piece of fucking bird for a got-damn serial killer molewoman. I would ask how the fuck I know how to cook a quail but I'll just chalk this up to the System performing a Manual Override so that it's host doesn't get killed, which I thank it for. Death seems like it would be rather unpleasant. Especially with how it gets portrayed in the isekai I read.
"So, uh, where are you from?"
Evelyn. Why. The silence is decidedly better than small talk.
"Right now, I live a ways away, but I plan on going to Garreg Mach Monastery soon! Wish me luck!"
What. What? WHAT?! WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT?! wHaT! Has my existence seriously caused this many ripples?! Has Kronya even attacked Monica?! Is this just psychological warfare on Kronya's part?! Am I just being overtly paranoid? Probably, but better to be a surprised pessimist than a disappointed optimist! Tearofgrace taught me that lesson!
Eve. No. I see the glint in your eye. Time to channel my inner killing intent.
"Eve. No. I know what you intend to do, and I forbid you from doing so. We want to get customers, and get their coin fair and square. Understand?"
I am pretty sure I gave her a mini heart attack, but better than a split gut. Her believing I was They Who Reaps Life probably helped magnify the effect.
"O-okay, okay, geez, I won't! How did you even tell?"
"I saw the glint of greed in your eye.. I am well acquainted with it. I can spot on from any angle."
Now if only I took a psychology class, I would be set, cause then I would have a reason to join "Monica"; solving the actually criminally overlooked personal issues of the students present. Fuck man, kinda tempted to opt in on my own, maybe after I learn some kind of glamour shit like Solon was using. Ugh, god, just saying the name triggers my paranoia.
Fuck, can he sense dragonborn blood in me?