"Bon appetit!" he added, still not showing his sincere intent.
Confused and conflicted, Nero darted her gaze from Jung to the pills.
"I am losing motivation," the cat stated. "Now I feel sorry for you."
Smiling meekly, Jung shook his head. "It's late for your sympathy. Have fun devouring all of them."
Though he had special knowledge and knew how to merge pills to make her job countless times easier, he didn't have to use that.
A slight inconvenience wouldn't change much.
'May you suffer, my little friend,' Jung thought in his heart.
And as Nero's gag reflexes activated before she even ingested the first pill, the system opened her mouth, crumbling his ploys.
[Nero, you don't have to struggle. Jung knows how to make your job easier,] she said, but added without stopping.
[Yet he didn't do it from the very beginning. Perhaps he wishes you to go through the same agony.]
No additional details were needed.
