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

"Well, I mean, I..."

Ahwin's eyes darted nervously, unable to form a coherent excuse. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he had fallen asleep during the meeting.

The treasurer openly ignored the situation, clearly unwilling to defend Ahwin.@@novelbin@@

This only fueled the administrator's fury.

"Did you really just sit there and do nothing?! Speak up, will you?!"

The judicial officer, pale as a sheet, tried to intervene.

"Do you have any idea who this man is?! No matter how angry you are, you should watch your words! This is the Tower Master standing before you!"

"The Tower Master? So what?! Even if his ancestors descended right here, I'd still speak my mind! What's the point of being a 'Great Archmage,' a 'once-in-a-millennium sage,' or whatever grand titles he has, if it all amounts to nothing in practice? Useless!"

Smack! Smack!

The sound of metaphorical arrows of criticism hitting the back of Ahwin’s head could practically be heard.

At this rate, it seemed entirely possible that the administrator might grab Ahwin by the collar.

Ahwin shrank back like a scolded puppy, his demeanor pitiful. Even the judicial officer, who was ostensibly trying to calm things down, didn’t seem fully committed to stopping the administrator.