The Author's POV

Chapter 302

"The headmaster?"

My eyes shot wide open.

"The SS ranked hero headmaster who never once showed up during my stay at the lock?"

Waylan almost spat out his drink. Giving me an odd look, he wrily smiled.

"Odd way to put it, but correct."

"...my god."

Leaning back on my seat, my brows furrowed tightly.

Although I knew that Waylen and the headmaster were on a mission together, I didn't actually know that they were in the dwarven domain.

This was because Kevin back in my novel only went to the dwarven domain after the conference that took place a couple of years from now.

That was also the first time the two properly showed up in the story.

Tap.Tap.Tap

Tapping on the table, I fell into thought.

'Who would've thought that he was here?'

The headmaster's presence makes things complicated.

Although he wasn't there during the tournament, most likely he was aware of me. After all, there was no way Donna wouldn't have told him about me.

Furthermore, as the headmaster, he was probably made aware of each death that occurred during that day.

Explaining to him how I was still alive was going to be really troublesome.

'ugh, how troublesome indeed.'

"Do you have any other questions for me?"

Waylan downed the whole drink and smacked the cup on the table. He then proceeded to wipe the foam that lingered on his lips.

Lifting my head, I nodded my head.

"Yes, one more."

"Go on, but make it quick I'm supposed to leave soon."

Waylan replied as he checked his watch.

Leaning forward, I asked.

"Have you perhaps heard of anyone called Malvil Ironhawk before?"

"Sir Malvil?"

An odd look flashed Waylen's face.

"Is there something wrong?"

From the look on Waylen's face, it seemed as though he knew him.

With a complicated look, Waylan scratched the back of his head.

"No, not really, it's just that...he's, mhhh, how should I say it."

Stroking his chin, Waylan tried to find the right words to say.

"...Let's just say that he's a very hard man to please."

"I figured."

Leaning back on my seat I let out a sigh.

Malvil was one of the few people that could handle Okleum properly.

He was a legendary craftsman. Without a doubt his standards for materials were high, and not just that, he was probably also very selective of his clients.

In no way would he craft artifacts for whoever asked.

But.

I still had to try.

"Even if he might reject me, I want to know."

I wanted to get stronger faster.

Surrounded by so many enemies, I had no choice but to get stronger.

It was a must.

At my response, a small smile appeared on Waylan's face.

"Mhm, if you insist."

Twirling his now empty cup, Waylan thought for a moment.

"Usually he's working at the fourth level, but you can find him on the first level from time to time. In fact, he's probably at his shop right now."

"Where exactly is that? Can you tell me the location?"

to make an artifact for you. No

"Mhm."

Understandable.

he just crafted for anyone, he'd have a line that would stretch all the way to

"Pay close attention."

holographic map soon appeared before us. To my surprise, it was a map

towards a

here, if you follow this path over here, you should

"I see."

My brows furrowed slightly.

wasn't an official

knew where to

to

suddenly stood up. Before he left, he

I go,

"What's this?"

I curiously

in my hand,

an identification badge. In case you want to meet me, you can just show them to the guards

at the green plate in my hand, I gratefully looked at

"I see...thank you."

come in

"No problem"

the hood,

go now. Thank you again for telling

"No problem."

suddenly halted. Turning

again Dd tell me more about

instantly dripped down

"...sure."

"Good, good."

Waylan turned around

his back from where I was sitting, I

couldn't get out of

***

[Leviathan building, Lock.]

would train at the public training

than their own personal training grounds, but it was also

in the middle

"Achoo!"

"Kevin?"

short swords and worriedly looked

and raising his hand to gesture to her

felt a chill run down through my

"...got a cold?"

"Don't think so."

didn't exist anymore, Kevin had been feeling good these days. His strength was progressing at an alarming

to rank not too

was healthier

probably just my

muttered to himself before

—Sha!

down, a beautiful yet deadly arc drew

great, probably just my

"That's great."

in relief before suddenly

way, Kevin, did you finally make up

that moment, Kevin's focus completely scattered and he turned

"...Regarding?"

me not too

"Ah, that."

distorted. Clenching

to go through with

"A pity."

disappointment flashed

I also think

"I know, but..."

Kevin's fists clenched tightly.

problems. Kevin realized that

been more powerful, or had someone backing him up, of the

again did he want to feel so

and raising his sword, Kevin once again

—Sha!

the fastest way to make

***

directly inside of a mountain range, the only indication I got that it was nighttime was the slight chill

disappeared as the thermal system built underground turned on, warming up

be the

head, I stopped in front of a fairly

the other shops that I saw, this shop was the shabbiest looking one. Yet, despite it being the

was hard to

its atmosphere? Or just

was just about to

[The Golden Hammer.]

hung outside

of my surroundings, to

as though everyone was avoiding the shop

Clang—! Clang—! Clang—!

metal being pounded was the only thing that indicate to me

step forward, I knocked on

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