Winter is Approaching (2)

Then, with a smile, he added, "I can also catch more mutants for winter. That way, our meat supply won't run out—even if more people join us."

Medeia only responded with a simple hum. Since Lucian knew about the system and her missions, he insisted on helping her and making sure she didn't curse too much.

Now, she felt like she had two systems. One was a jerk, and the other was an angel.

[The system must be the angel one!]

Medeia hissed at its shameless response.

The system even forced her to sew every day, making sure she finished the blanket before the first snowfall—whenever that might be.

If Lucian hadn't spoiled her with delicious food and massages, she probably would have torn the blanket to shreds and thrown herself off a cliff.

How could someone with paper-thin patience be expected to sew from scratch?

Her fingers had been pricked by needles countless times, making Lucian suspicious that she was hurting herself.