Hmph, no reason to feel inferior, Penelope thought, puffing out a small breath through her nose. At least I can read and write in Hangul.

She was also fluent enough in English to hold conversations. Adding the Empire’s language to the mix, that made three languages she could use—though two of them were entirely useless in this world.

What a waste of all those years studying English!

She had spent nearly 20 years on it. No wonder she had hated studying so much as a child—it must have been the lingering memory of her previous life weighing her down.

Feeling an irrational surge of frustration, Penelope pursed her lips and turned to Ahwin. He flinched.

“W-What is it?”

“I feel drained after that scare. Let’s eat some plums. Wash them for me,” she demanded.

“Oh…”

Ahwin glanced down, startled, as if he had only just realized he was holding the bag of plums.

Penelope’s legs were starting to ache.

“Is there anywhere to sit around here?”

“Over here,” Ahwin said, leading her to a cozy chair and a small table, clearly meant as a reading nook.@@novelbin@@

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