My Evil System-Chapter 90 Augh . . . Showing The Ropes?

?I liked being around other humans and all, but not the argument between them. Although I wasn't directly involved, hearing them was also annoying.

Their argument with roles just finished, but soon enough, it was followed by an argument over the food — small things like how the portions should be, who ate the most, who got the biggest piece . . . and soon.

They reminded me of my siblings in the past. Even though I only took a little just so all of them could eat more, it still wasn't enough, and they would still fight about it.

<Humans are selfish and jealous creatures. They don't like it if someone has more than they do.>

Megu was the only one different, though. She gave all her portion to her child. A mother's love was a selfless thing.

<There are only three letters differentiating selfless and selfish.>

Why does everything in your eyes have to be evil?

<Because every creature has that dark side to them.>

I ignored the System and gave some of my food to Megu.

"You should eat," I told her. "It's important for you since you're breast–er . . . giving milk to your child."

Sheryl snickered. "I think breastfeeding is less awkward."

I scratched my nose in embarrassment. "I-is that so?"

Megu, on the other hand, smiled at me, her eyes squinting upward. "Thank you. But what about you? You also need enough nutrition to face the day."

"Don't worry about me," I said. "I can always get something for myself later when I'm hungry." I was the Lord of the house, so I was at least allowed to do that much.

<Good, Host. You're now sowing division and creating hierarchy in the group.>

"That's nice . . . ," Sheryl said before she smiled at me. "Can I fix something, too, if I'm hungry?"

Er . . . what am I supposed to answer her? Looking at Sheryl's shaking big eyes and pleading smile, forced me to say, "Uhm . . . s-sure?"

"My Lord–"

Florin didn't have a chance to say what she wanted when the others roared their protest, especially Edgar and Emi.

"Huh?! If you get to do that, then we should as well!" Edgar said.

"That's right." Emi stared at me and, in a serious voice, she added, "If Sheryl can do that, then so can we. You shouldn't give special privileges to only one of us here."

"Ugh . . . sure." I didn't see why it was such a big deal, though. We have a lot of food around.

The others rejoiced while Florin protested.

"My Lord," she started. "I don't think–"

"It's fine," I cut her before she could finish, knowing what she might say. It might spoil everybody's jolly mood, and I didn't want that.

"We have plenty of food," I told her and patted her head. "Beasts and fishes are also readily available in the forest and the ocean."

Florin curled her lips inwardly and didn't speak anymore.

After breakfast, every one of us got to work.

I swallowed hard as I stared at the never ending Blood Rain in front of my door until Edgar broke my reverie with his high-pitched voice.

"Hey, can you bring me to the barns? You're the only one who has an umbrella here, after all."

. . . Why did it feel like it was my fault that I only had one umbrella?

"Sure."

"Me too!" Ford immediately said. "Can you bring me to where I would get the fish?"

"S-sure. I'll get back to you after I take Edgar to the barns."

"Thanks, man."

Before I could reply to that, I saw Brago go out in the rain as if it was just regular water, bolting towards the exit without a word.

"Ah, Brago! Remember to return immediately after two hours! Or if the itch becomes unbearable!" I shouted at him, but he only waved a hand in reply.

I think he's going to be okay. I gave each of them an ointment for the skin disease. As long as they apply it, they're going to be alright.

I also kept reminding them to return after two hours and that three hour was the limit.

I went to the barn with Edgar first and showed him what to do. As I explained where he would get water and food for the animals and how to take care of their well-being, Edgar muttered to the side.

"So many chickens . . . there are even pigs and a cattle . . ."

When I shifted to look at him, I found his eyes glinting in a strange light while his saliva was dripping from his mouth.

"A-are you okay?" I asked him.

"H-huh?" Edgar stuttered as if he had just noticed that I was still there and immediately wiped away his saliva in haste.

He then cleared his throat and pushed me away. "Y-yeah. I got it. You can go now. I'll just go home later after I'm done here." 𝙛𝘳𝘦e𝓌e𝗯n𝗼ѵ𝙚l.𝒄𝚘𝑚

That's funny when he wouldn't even take a single step into the Blood Rain just a few moments ago.

I thought he would ask for the umbrella . . . but, oh well.

Edgar slammed the door in my face as soon as I got out, and I didn't know why, but I felt uneasy.

<That's the foreboding feeling that something evil is about to happen.>

I shook my head and didn't give it much thought and went to Ford next.

We went to the rivers in the forest from where the fishing net was located. Ford temporarily held the umbrella while I showed him the ropes.

"Did you get it? It's quite simple," I told him. "The net will do all the work for us, and you just have to get the fish the next day, kill it, and store them in your inventory. Then you just have to make the net like so . . ."

In the end, all Ford did was nod while I did all the work. It was fine. It was his first day so . . .

<Next, he would order you around.>

Don't talk to me. 𝐟𝓇ℯ𝐞𝚠𝚎𝒃𝑛𝒐ѵe𝚕.co𝚖

We'd been in the river for about two hours or so when we decided to head back.

We had an umbrella over our heads, so we were safe from the Blood Rain.