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?"

an artifact for you. No matter how rich you are,

"Mhm."

Understandable.

I've said before if he just crafted for anyone, he'd have

"Pay close attention."

To my surprise, it

towards a certain area on

follow this path over here, you should be able to get there in about ten

"I see."

My brows furrowed slightly.

mess since wasn't an official map, but it got to the

knew where to

to

Waylan suddenly stood up. Before he left, he tossed

before I go, take this

"What's this?"

it, I

at the plate in my

In case you want to meet me, you can just show them

my hand, I gratefully looked at

"I see...thank you."

come in

"No problem"

hood, Waylan gave a

now. Thank you

"No problem."

suddenly halted.

tell me more

dripped

"...sure."

"Good, good."

Waylan turned around and left

I closed my eyes and wished Kevin the

couldn't

***

[Leviathan building, Lock.]

at this hour, Emma and Kevin would train at the public

only was it bigger than their own personal training grounds, but

with his swords in the middle

"Achoo!"

"Kevin?"

swords and worriedly

nose and raising his hand to gesture to her

felt a chill run down through my

"...got a cold?"

"Don't think so."

the fact that cold's didn't exist anymore, Kevin had been feeling good these days. His strength

had just broken to rank not too long

healthier than

probably just

muttered to himself before once

—Sha!

down, a beautiful yet deadly arc

feeling great, probably

"That's great."

in relief before suddenly

the way, Kevin, did you finally make

that moment, Kevin's focus completely

"...Regarding?"

told me not too long

"Ah, that."

sword, Kevin's face distorted. Clenching tightly onto his sword, he softly

have decided to go through with the

"A pity."

disappointment

it's not like I can stop you since I also think that this

"I know, but..."

Kevin's fists clenched tightly.

problems. Kevin

had been more powerful, or had someone backing him

did he want to feel so

his sword, Kevin once

—Sha!

the fastest way

***

the only indication I got that it was nighttime was the slight chill that

thermal system built underground

should be the

I stopped in

the shabbiest looking one. Yet, despite it being the shabbiest looking one,

hard to

perhaps its atmosphere? Or

but I was just about to

[The Golden Hammer.]

insignia hung outside of

surroundings, to my surprise, I barely

though everyone was

Clang—! Clang—! Clang—!

only thing that indicate to me that I was

I knocked

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