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

Penelope pulled a potion from her pocket. Ahwin had handed it to her before retreating to his room for some much-needed rest.

Gulp, gulp.

As the potion slid down her throat, a refreshing sensation spread through her body.

[Your HP has been restored by 95%.]

She swore she could hear a divine voice of blessing in her mind. Of course, it was just her imagination.

With her strength replenished, she finally felt alive again. Penelope sat upright on the sofa. Though her movements were still sluggish, she felt far more energetic than moments before.

Lecter, standing nearby, discreetly placed his report on her desk and took a step back.

"You seem exhausted. I’ll save my report for later."

"When do you think we can start receiving orders?"

"The irons should take less time than we initially thought. We’re planning to begin full-scale production next week."

Penelope’s eyes widened.

"That soon?"

"The basic principle isn’t much different from a soldering tool, so only a few adjustments to the process are needed."

I see.

If production began next week, the items could go on sale as early as next month. Penelope felt a deep sense of admiration.

"Are all Tower alumni geniuses?"

"There are plenty of geniuses who aren’t from the Tower," Lecter replied, staring at her intently. Penelope, oblivious to his gaze, let out a yawn. Even after drinking the potion, she felt oddly compelled to yawn.