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"

himself, casually greeted us at the entrance of the place. Thereafter, turning around

me from the corner of her eyes, Amanda nodded at me and

really sketchy. But well, I

on the outside, that didn't mean

was quickly

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 yet at

two white sofas next to each other with a squared wooden table in the middle. The

state of the room before me, frowning, I couldn't help but stare at

really

inside. However,

"Please sit down"

the elderly man glanced towards his right where the

two customers, please bring

give

man's voice, a youthful one filled with vigor could be heard from the second floor of the

"Be quick"

Amanda, with a hint of

is the

"Yes"

now resting on my shoulder. As she

like she really

this, whilst still staring at the front,

if she pets you will you be

the side of my head, Angelica's voice transmitted inside

inside of my body

at Amanda next to me

you can let

not test my

'Not even once?'

her paw in a

want to get

again, I instantly shut up and

the Lock

to me being seen as an animal abuser, I

coming right

a young man with brown hair and brown eyes, his face was relatively handsome and if not for the lazy look on his face as well accompanied by his unkempt hair, he would've looked

quietly resting on one of the sofa's, Richards's eyes lit up as

bright smile, handing her a tablet,

isn't Miss Stern, what do I owe the pleasure

the Richard for not even a second, Amanda took

here to buy a

attitude, Richard smiled. However, his smile soon froze after he spotted me sitting next to

I ask who this

looking at her tablet,

is a

word 'classmate', Richard secretly sighed in relief as

"Just classmate?"

down, Amanda just stared

Instantly the room froze.

Richard lowered his head

the

coldly looked at me as he

choose whatever weapon you want. After you're

the obvious difference in treatment, I

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

with a long catalog of weapons that ranged from swords to axes and all other types of weapons. There were even some weapons that I had never thought of as practical

soon realized

weren't branded nor were mass produced. There was only a single one of

store but rather a smithy...where the

using the filter function I narrowed down

weren't mass produced, they were bound to be much higher in quality than

lines, shortly after, three swords that matched my

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