My Evil System

[BONUS]

Dinner was quickly wrapped up. They seemed to be really hungry. Only a few minutes had passed, but all the food prepared was all gobbled up. Even the women lost their poise.

It was quite scary, actually. I even shrunk into my seat because I felt like I was surrounded by hungry wolves munching on flesh and gnawing on bones.

I tried to eat the small pieces of chicken and fish I managed to put on my plate as carefully as I could so as not to catch the attention of my wild guests.

"Damn! When was the last time I tasted chicken and fish meat?!" Edgar yelled with his mouth full. "These things are so delicious!"

"Hey, that's mine!" Sheryl growled and snatched the last piece of chicken leg from Edgar's hand.

"What do you mean yours?! I got this first!"

"You've already eaten a whole chicken! How shameless can you be?!"

"Enough, you two." Emi wiped her mouth before she stared at me and smiled her brightest, but I only felt that something was off with her.

"I'm sure Cross has some chickens left, right? I think I saw a barn outside."

"Hey, that's right!" Edgar's eyes shone. "So you have more chickens? If you're raising them, then can you butcher another one?"

"Egh? Really?" Sheryl then flung her attention at me and clasped her hands in prayer. "Can I have one too? I'm really starving. Pretty please~."

"Everyone, it's rude to ask our Host for more. In this time of–"

"Oh, shut up," Emi cut him. "Stop being a hypocrite. We all know that you want more food as well. Even Ford is silent at the side and not complaining."

"Egh?" Ford looked at Brago and the others before he stared at the empty plates in longing. "W-well . . . I am still kind of hungry."

Brago cleared his throat while his face crumpled.

Then all eyes went to Megu and her child. The latter smiled and said with a timid voice, "The fish soup is really good. I don't mind another serving."
". . . I-I see . . . then we'll cook another," I said, and they all cheered and happily chatted with each other.
Shut up.

"My Lord," Florin said with her usual disturbing smile. "We only have two adult chickens left. If we butcher one, then the eggs we'll get in the morning will be less."

I get what she was saying. Egg dishes were our highlight for breakfast. It was our staple menu in the morning. We must have eggs at all costs.

In the first place, I only equipped the property for two people to last for seven days. Those seven chicks we had weren't mature enough to lay eggs. And the one we butchered now was supposed to be just a welcoming gift for the guests.

"If you're talking about adult chickens, then there are clearly chicks, right?" Emi said and added. "You can just butcher one and let the other lay. The chicks would mature soon enough.

They all nodded in agreement, and I also nodded in agreement.