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... ty stomach, just as instructed.

‘Oh, it’s awful! So bitter I can’t even swallow it.’

She tried to finish all three roots but gave up after a single bite and handed the rest to Dohwi.

Dohwi, also struggling with the bitterness, tried to throw it away but was caught by Sohwa.

“As punishment, you’ll eat another root.”

“....”

One root remained.

A person came to her mind.

“Ma’am, is this really for me?”

“Yes, because it’s you. Ho ...

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