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?"

warn you beforehand. Don't expect him to make an artifact for you. No matter how rich you are, he won't do it unless he feels

"Mhm."

Understandable.

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

"Pay close attention."

To my surprise, it

pointed towards a

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

"I see."

My brows furrowed slightly.

since wasn't an official map, but

knew where to

to

up. Before he left, he tossed

I go, take this

"What's this?"

it, I curiously

plate in

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

in my hand, I gratefully

"I see...thank you."

come in

"No problem"

the hood,

to go now. Thank you again for

"No problem."

Waylan's footsteps suddenly halted.

Dd tell me more about that guy you

instantly dripped down

"...sure."

"Good, good."

turned around

sitting, I closed my eyes and wished Kevin the

really couldn't get out of

***

[Leviathan building, Lock.]

and Kevin would train at the public training

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

in the middle of

"Achoo!"

"Kevin?"

swords and worriedly

his hand to gesture to her that he was fine, Kevin wrily

suddenly felt a chill run

"...got a cold?"

"Don't think so."

Kevin had been feeling good these days. His strength was progressing at

to rank

healthier than

probably just my

before

—Sha!

yet deadly

great, probably

"That's great."

sighed in relief before suddenly

Kevin, did you

completely scattered and he turned

"...Regarding?"

me not

"Ah, that."

Clenching tightly onto his

to go through

"A pity."

of disappointment flashed

stop you since I also think that this

"I know, but..."

Kevin's fists clenched tightly.

problems. Kevin realized that he was still too

more powerful, or had someone

he want to feel

raising his sword, Kevin

—Sha!

way to make

***

built directly inside of a mountain range, the only indication I got

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

be

I stopped in front of a

Yet, despite it being the shabbiest looking one, it somehow felt

was hard

atmosphere? Or just

but I was just about

[The Golden Hammer.]

insignia hung outside

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

though everyone was avoiding

Clang—! Clang—! Clang—!

of metal being pounded was the only thing that indicate to me that I

a step forward, I knocked on

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