Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 3011: 3011: Classified into Her Pouch

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Previously on Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability...
The group finds themselves in the aftermath of a harrowing battle against demonic beasts. Tension rises as the Little Junior Sister claims she lost the medicinal pills, but the Fifth Senior Brother realizes she is merely feigning innocence. Meanwhile, Senior Sister Jun grows weary of the Second Senior Brother's blind devotion and his demand that she tirelessly refine more pills to replace those that were never truly lost. As disillusionment spreads, the Fifth Senior Brother begins to grapple with his past behavior and the unsettling realization of how he has been manipulated.

He felt as though his former self had been truly out of his mind.

Now that his perspective had cleared, observing Little Junior Sister’s visage and attending to her remarks, it struck him that every syllable she uttered was driven by ulterior motives. Concern? That was nonexistent. It was clearly a matter of manipulation, wasn't it?

Observe how, even while Second Senior Brother remained in such a wretched state, leaning listlessly against a tree and refusing to budge, Little Junior Sister was still plotting to exploit him against Junior Sister Jun and the others. Was she harboring hope that Second Senior Brother would suggest that Junior Sister Jun and the rest venture nearby to forage for herbs so they could refine medicinal pills?

He turned his gaze toward Junior Sister Jun, whose expression remained cold and detached. It appeared that Junior Sister Jun’s devotion to Second Senior Brother had likewise been depleted. If Second Senior Brother were to naively act upon Little Junior Sister’s prompt and order Junior Sister Jun to gather herbs, he would only be making a laughingstock of himself.

“Sigh!”

A heavy sigh escaped him.

“Second Senior Brother, I still possess a single Healing Pill. Allow me to provide it for your use immediately.”

He retrieved a porcelain vial from his parcel. Indeed, there was only one pill left, though he conveniently omitted the fact that he carried other remedies; he simply had no desire to surrender them. Fortunately, before their departure, he had witnessed Second Senior Brother offer several pills to Little Junior Sister. At the time, wishing not to vie for credit, he had refrained from distributing his own, intending to wait until her supply was exhausted before offering his own. Little did he expect that he would see through Little Junior Sister’s facade before he had even handed over his pills. Well, it was just as well; he would be spared from further exploitation.

“Second Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother has Healing Pills. Let me retrieve them for you.”

The moment Little Junior Sister heard Fifth Senior Brother’s declaration, she made a show of attempting to rise, but he gave her no such opportunity.

“No need, Little Junior Sister, kindly remain seated. I shall bring them to Second Senior Brother myself.” Fifth Senior Brother moved with haste, placing the pill to Second Senior Brother’s lips and uncapping a water skin for him.

Catching a glimpse of Little Junior Sister from the edge of his vision, his heart suddenly missed a beat. What was that expression adorning her face? It was a mixture of reluctance and malice, as if... as if Second Senior Brother were consuming her own private stockpile and she could not bear the loss. Yet it was plainly obvious that Second Senior Brother was consuming his own Healing Pill. What concern was that to Little Junior Sister?

An epiphany struck him with sudden force. Could it be that Little Junior Sister viewed the pills in his possession as her own personal cache? Was that the reason she felt Second Senior Brother was depleting her resources, leaving her unable to let go of the grudge? When she attempted to stand earlier to receive the pills from his hands, was her goal actually to claim them for herself?

Ha, recalling various moments from the past, such a scenario was entirely plausible. Whenever Little Junior Sister feigned an ache here or an injury there, she would manipulate him into handing over his most prized pills. He recalled a specific incident where he was clearly the one suffering from more grievous wounds, yet upon Little Junior Sister feeding him his own remedy while moaning about her own fabricated pains, he ended up gifting her his remaining healing pills. He, meanwhile, had been forced to endure his injuries in silence while they continued their journey.

If she had been play-acting the entire time, then this Little Junior Sister was truly repulsive.

“Second Senior Brother, allow me to assist you with this. It is my final pill; consequently, we shall likely need to head toward the nearest city to acquire more.” He simulated a light sigh as he spoke. Regardless, he fervently hoped that Little Junior Sister would refrain from targeting him again; he could no longer afford to sustain such losses.