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?"

for you. No matter how

"Mhm."

Understandable.

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

"Pay close attention."

watch, a holographic map soon appeared before us. To

a certain

shop is right here, if you follow this path over here, you should be

"I see."

My brows furrowed slightly.

was a bit of a mess since wasn't an official map, but

knew

have to go

his hood back on, Waylan suddenly stood up. Before he left, he tossed me a

I go, take this as

"What's this?"

I

in my

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

in my hand,

"I see...thank you."

might come

"No problem"

grin behind the hood, Waylan

to go now. Thank you again for telling me

"No problem."

Waylan's footsteps suddenly halted.

up again Dd tell me more

dripped down my

"...sure."

"Good, good."

around and

I closed my eyes and wished Kevin the best

he really couldn't

***

[Leviathan building, Lock.]

train at

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

with his swords in the middle of the

"Achoo!"

"Kevin?"

her short swords

his hand to gesture to

suddenly felt a chill run down

"...got a cold?"

"Don't think so."

had been feeling good these days. His strength

broken to rank not too

healthier than

just

before once again

—Sha!

a beautiful yet deadly

great, probably just my

"That's great."

in relief before suddenly her

the way, Kevin, did you finally make

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

"...Regarding?"

you told me not

"Ah, that."

face distorted. Clenching tightly onto his sword, he

to go

"A pity."

of disappointment flashed

I also think

"I know, but..."

Kevin's fists clenched tightly.

Ren's death to Emma's problems. Kevin

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

again did he want to

raising his sword, Kevin

—Sha!

way to make up for

***

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

built underground turned on, warming up

should be

in front

shops that I saw, this shop was the shabbiest looking one. Yet, despite it being the shabbiest looking one, it somehow felt like the most premium

hard

atmosphere? Or

I was

[The Golden Hammer.]

looking insignia hung outside of the

to my surprise, I barely

as though everyone was

Clang—! Clang—! Clang—!

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

I knocked on

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