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?"

you. No matter how

"Mhm."

Understandable.

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

"Pay close attention."

soon appeared before us. To my surprise, it was

a

this path over here, you

"I see."

My brows furrowed slightly.

a mess since wasn't

knew

to

hood back on, Waylan suddenly stood up. Before he left, he tossed me a dark colored metal

go, take this

"What's this?"

it, I

at the plate in

badge. In case you want to meet me, you can just show them to the guards and they'll let

my hand, I gratefully looked

"I see...thank you."

might come

"No problem"

a grin behind the hood,

Thank you again

"No problem."

footsteps suddenly halted. Turning

more about that guy you mentioned before. Very curious about

dripped down

"...sure."

"Good, good."

turned around

was sitting, I closed

couldn't get

***

[Leviathan building, Lock.]

Kevin would train at the public

own personal training

with his swords in the middle of

"Achoo!"

"Kevin?"

swords and worriedly

and raising his hand to gesture to her

I just suddenly felt a chill run

"...got a cold?"

"Don't think so."

Kevin had been feeling good

broken to

was healthier than

probably just

before once

—Sha!

down, a beautiful yet deadly

probably just my

"That's great."

before

you finally make up

completely scattered and

"...Regarding?"

told me

"Ah, that."

face distorted. Clenching tightly

I have decided to go

"A pity."

disappointment flashed Emma's

like I can stop you since I also think that

"I know, but..."

Kevin's fists clenched tightly.

problems. Kevin realized that he was

he had been more powerful, or had someone backing him

again did he want to feel

his sword,

—Sha!

way

***

range, the only indication I got that it was

the thermal system built underground turned on, warming up my

should be

in front

the shabbiest looking one. Yet,

was hard to

its atmosphere? Or

was just about to

[The Golden Hammer.]

shabby looking insignia hung outside of the

notice of my surroundings, to my surprise, I barely found anyone

as though everyone was avoiding

Clang—! Clang—! Clang—!

being pounded was the only thing that indicate to me that I was in

forward, I knocked on

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