Even after being shocked so many times, Pamela was still deeply shaken every single time by just how anti-human Schiller could be.
Schiller paced slowly around the laboratory table and said, "Cabbages are certainly fine, but we can't rely on them every time. I think we should look further ahead. Mushrooms might be a good choice. Mycelium is much easier to cultivate than plant cells."
Pamela merely stared at him blankly. She knew Schiller was a pervert, but she had not expected every Schiller to be a pervert.
The key was that the Greed Pamela had known before was completely different from Pride or the other Schillers. He seemed exceptionally cheerful and easy to talk to. Even his temperament and appearance made him seem much younger than the other Schillers. Pamela had practically started to think they were the same age.
It could not be said that Greed was more likable than Pride, but at least most people found him easier to get along with and more normal-looking, as though he truly were an ordinary person.
But now Pamela realized that Schiller was Schiller. Their essence was shared and did not change because of their outward behavior. He had always been insane.
And Pamela felt that the Greed standing before her now looked even crazier. After all, no matter how mad Pride and the pathological one were, they had merely stored some moose meat.
Pamela had just seen it herself: when she suggested using people to grow vegetables, Schiller's eyes had held nothing but delight at her quick understanding. He did not look as though he were discussing his own kind at all.
As a botanist, Pamela knew that Schiller's proposal could be realized. More precisely, it would be far easier than modifying the soil, but...
Pamela swallowed and said,