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... bedroom standing there, staring blankly at her. More precisely, they were staring at Penelope, who was being carried into the room in Ahwin’s arms as if she were a princess.

In an instant, Penelope’s face turned as red as a tomato.

“Well, it’s just... my legs hurt, so... Ahwin...,” she stammered, her voice faltering.

Realizing her words were going nowhere, Penelope clamped her mouth shut. Meanwhile, Ahwin was visibly shaking, trying to suppress his laughter. She could fe ...

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Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

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