"This place is absolutely intolerable! What do you mean I can't wear my stunning classical Greek chiton and instead must endure these... peasant rags?!"

Neferet exclaimed, her voice dripping with indignation as she swept into your shared dorm with a dramatic groan. Funnily enough, you could already tell she was about to complain—her diva-like presence practically announced itself before she even stepped inside.

Not that you can entirely blame her. How could the queen of Egypt, reincarnated no less, find herself in such a situation? A different life, a humbler setting—it’s as baffling to you as it is to her. And yet, here she is, somehow your responsibility ever since you found her.

She sighed heavily, raising a delicate hand to fan herself with exaggerated flair, honestly it's kind of amusing.