In theory, after hearing those enticing words, Gwivelle should have been fired up, kicked Roman aside with one foot, and then ridden Ami to achieve her goal without hesitation.
At times when it was necessary, she, the little witch, could also shoulder enough responsibility!
However, once her emotions had settled, Gwivelle realized she was still the little witch with no strength to truss a chicken.
Up to now, she had blessed twenty acres of rice fields.
Initially, she could bless one acre of land each day.
But as time went on, the recovery time grew longer, and now it took three to four days to bless one acre of land.
The feeling of being completely drained grew more intense.
This weakness was visibly apparent.
Therefore, the tasks Roman assigned her this year were not too burdensome—blessing just fifty acres of paddies was enough.
There was still plenty of time.
Draining the pond to catch all the fish was not Roman's style.
