"But she quickly changed her mind. If she ever came across soft peaches again, she'd just give them to Ahwin. It wasn’t hard for someone well-off to respect another’s preferences.

'Ahwin, you can have some plums then.'"

Penelope purchased a bag of ripe plums and added more peaches to her order. As expected of someone wealthy, she went big.

"Please deliver twenty crates of peaches to the lord’s castle. If you show this voucher to the steward, he’ll take care of the payment."

"T-Twenty crates?"

The fruit vendor exclaimed in shock, prompting Penelope to casually nod as she stamped and signed the voucher. Handing it to the vendor, she said, "Here’s the voucher. Now, hand me the plums. I’ll take those myself."@@novelbin@@

"Y-Yes, of course!"

The vendor, flustered, quickly handed over the bag of plums, which Penelope passed to Ahwin.

The vendor alternated his gaze between Penelope and Ahwin, before suddenly drawing a sharp breath. Penelope raised a brow.

"What is it?"

"Well, now that I get a closer look, you resemble our lord a bit. And this gentleman looks like someone I’ve seen in the newspaper..."

"Do I? I get that a lot," Penelope replied with a nonchalant shrug, flashing a relaxed smile. Her easygoing demeanor prompted a chuckle from the vendor as well.

After all, it was ridiculous to think the lord of Halo would leisurely roam such a busy market.

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