I Don’t Know the Original, I’m Too Busy Trying to Make a Living

Life is truly bitter.

Among their peers, Lub and Katherin were regarded as the most talented young magicians. Rising stars of the Magic Tower. The pride of Akshan.

But the skills that inspired admiration from their colleagues were useless in real combat.

Faced with the colossal corpse of a high-grade monster, Lub and Katherin couldn’t even lift a hand. Whenever they tried, the senior magicians would glare at them, practically cursing them with their eyes.

Director Lecter, in particular, snarled with his teeth bared.

"This monster was personally hunted by the Tower Master you so admire. Every claw, every tip of its antlers is a priceless magical resource you won’t find anywhere else! Be careful! Extra careful! Do you even realize how much this is worth...?"

The sincerity in his final words was undeniable.

In the end, the two young magicians retreated to a corner.

Meanwhile, Rianel approached Professor Orlan, who was carefully measuring the monster’s antlers.

"Ahwin hunted this, didn’t he?"

"Yes. It appeared in the northern forest early this morning. Lord Ahwin hunted it himself and summoned us."

The professor still recalled the shock of being summoned by the Tower Master in the middle of the night.

When they rushed to the scene, the high-grade monster was already a cold corpse. Ahwin had been standing before it, nonchalantly wiping blood off his clothes.

‘I often forget, but he truly is a monster of a man,’ Orlan thought as he wiped sweat from his brow with a sigh.

Rianel cut straight to the important question.