The Author's POV

After leaving the bookstore, following Amanda into the busy streets of the area we were in, we soon took a couple of turns and entered a few alleyways. As we moved into the alleyways, with every step I took, I noticed that there were fewer and fewer people present.

Frowning, glancing at Amanda who was walking ahead of me, I asked

"Are you sure we're going in the right direction?"

Staring at my surroundings, I couldn't help but think that we were headed in the wrong direction as everything around me started becoming dirtier and more worn out. Graffiti appeared all over the walls of the buildings next to me, and more and more litter could be found on the ground.

This place seemed to resemble the slums rather than a high-end place that sold powerful artifacts.

"mhm"

Without glancing at me, moving around some of the alleys, Amanda nodded her head.

Observing her from behind, from the way that she was confidently moving around the alleyways, it became apparent to me that this wasn't her first time going here.

"alright"

Thus, seeing Amanda nod her head, I shrugged my shoulders and followed her. No point in regretting this now.

Fortunately, I didn't have to worry about our safety. Although I had no idea of what place we were going to, I was pretty sure that we were currently being followed by a couple of Amanda's bodyguards in the shadows.

Though I couldn't sense them nor see them, I was naturally aware of their presence due to Amanda's identity as the princess of the demon hunter guild.

Since she wasn't in the academy, she naturally had bodyguards following her at all times. This was especially so after what had happened to her a couple of months back with Elijah.

Back then, because she was at the Lock, she didn't have bodyguards tailing her. But now, after what had happened, bodyguards stuck to her like glue. Even if she was at the Lock.

Although her father wasn't there for her very often, that didn't mean that she wasn't precious to him.

In fact, he loved her quite a lot but with everything going on at the guild he rarely had time to spend with her which she naturally understood as his every move and decision could affect the lives of tens of thousands of people.

...being a guild master both had its perks and cons.

"We're here"

After a while, we arrived in front of a large metallic door. Moving in front of the large metallic door, Amanda raised her hand and knocked on the door two times.

-knock -knock

After knocking, silence prevailed in the surroundings. Shortly after, a couple of minutes after she knocked, a hoarse voice resounded from the other side of the door.

"what day is it today?"

Without batting an eye, Amanda indifferently said

"It's the day where the moonlight shines and the dust sweeps"

Tilting my head as I listened to their conversation, I thought to myself

'Was this some sort of password? It made no sense...'

This sort of reminded me of the black market where I would similarly have to tell them a password in order to enter. Well, that was before...now that I had the VIP card, I could naturally go in without needing to tell them the password.

-Clank!

After Amanda recited the password, after a short pause a small compartment appeared on the side and the hoarse voice resounded again.

"Identification card"

Nodding her head, Amanda placed a small purple card inside of the compartment. Thereafter, a couple of seconds after placing the card in the compartment, the compartment lit up and a red hue enveloped the card.

-Ding!

Moments after the red hue enveloped the card, a green one replaced it and a loud ringing resounded across the area.

-Clank!

Shortly after the light turned green, the metallic doors slowly opened revealing a long and dark corridor.

"Come in"

hair, holding onto a wooden stick to support himself, casually greeted us

Amanda nodded at me and followed the old man in. Rubbing my nose,

I

the outside, that didn't mean the interior was

was quickly proven

long dark corridor we soon arrived inside of an old room that had a musty odor, evocative of grandparents' houses – the type that made you feel safe and cozy

center of the room, there were two white sofas next to each other with a squared wooden table in the middle. The walls were draped in light green wallpaper and on the right-hand

before me, frowning, I couldn't help but

this really a weapon

place to be extremely luxurious on the inside. However, it seems like this place was both

"Please sit down"

down, the elderly man glanced towards his right where the stairs

two customers, please bring down two

coming, give me

youthful one filled with vigor

"Be quick"

with a hint of doubt in my voice I

the weapon

"Yes"

eyes drifted towards Angelica who had calmed down and was now resting on my shoulder. As she looked at her, a look of longing

she really wanted to pet

at the front, I thought inside

pets you will

head and staring at the side of my head,

unless they channel their mana inside of my body

briefly glanced at Amanda

think you can let

not test

'Not even once?'

in a threatening

you want

paw once again, I instantly shut up

get back at the Lock I

retaliating would lead to me being seen as

catalogs coming right

relatively handsome and if not for the lazy look on his face as well accompanied by his unkempt hair,

the stairs, his eyes turned towards the sofa areas. Thereafter, spotting Amanda quietly resting on one of the sofa's, Richards's eyes lit up as he straightened his posture, and proceeded to fix

bright smile, handing her a tablet,

Stern, what do I owe the pleasure of having

not even a second, Amanda took

here to

However, his smile soon froze after he spotted me

I ask who

at her tablet, Amanda indifferently

is a fellow

'classmate', Richard secretly sighed in relief as he

"Just classmate?"

tablet down, Amanda

Instantly the room froze.

his mistake, Richard lowered his

the slip

looked at me as he handed

take the tablet and choose whatever weapon you want. After you're done choosing tell me and

difference in treatment, I inwardly shook

such scenario was bound to happen. Still, I didn't think much of it

axes and all other types of

the long catalog of weapons, I soon realized

nor were mass produced. There was only a single one of each weapon thus

rather a smithy...where the weapons

the table, using the filter function I

were bound to be much higher in quality than what could be bought in

lines, shortly after, three swords that matched my

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