“Ugh...” Geosang-ung struggled to open his eyes.
His whole body felt heavy, like it was soaked in water.
His head throbbed as if he were suffering from a terrible hangover, and his throat was parched, burning with thirst.
“Water...” he muttered with a cracked voice, and a voice from beside him stirred awake.
“Yawn. You’re awake?” Yasu-hyeok, who had been dozing against the wall, rubbed his sleepy eyes and approached.
Yasu-hyeok lifted Geosang-ung’s body and sat him up before handing him a kettle. “Drink up.”
Gulp, gulp.
Geosang-ung drained half of the kettle in one go and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
Once he regained his senses, he looked at Yasu-hyeok and asked, “... Why are you here?”
“Why? Because I agreed to be your servant for three days. Today is the last day.”
At that blunt response, Geosang-ung couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “You’re quite stubborn, aren’t you? What’s the big deal about a bet?”
“Shut up. If it weren’t for the bet, I would have beaten you up right now.”
“Feeling shy, are we? Hahaha!” Yasu-hyeok frowned in dissatisfaction and said bluntly, “The teacher told me to bring you to the Baekryongjang once you’re awake.”
“... I’m not going.”
At Geosang-ung’s reply, Yasu-hyeok sighed and crossed his arms.