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?"

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

"Mhm."

Understandable.

he'd have a line that would

"Pay close attention."

soon appeared before us. To my surprise, it was a map of the whole first

towards a certain area on the

shop is right 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

now knew

have to go

up. Before he left, he

go, take this

"What's this?"

I curiously

at the plate in

me, you can just show them to the guards

green plate in my hand, I gratefully looked

"I see...thank you."

might come in

"No problem"

the hood, Waylan gave a slight

Thank you again for telling

"No problem."

Waylan's footsteps suddenly

if we meet up again Dd tell me more about

instantly dripped down my

"...sure."

"Good, good."

around and

was sitting, I

he really couldn't

***

[Leviathan building, Lock.]

day at this hour, Emma and Kevin would train at the public training ground inside of the Leviathan

bigger than their own personal training grounds, but it was also great for training

his swords in the middle of the training grounds, Kevin suddenly

"Achoo!"

"Kevin?"

dropped her short swords and worriedly

gesture to her

just suddenly felt a chill run down

"...got a cold?"

"Don't think so."

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

to rank

healthier

probably just my

himself before once

—Sha!

yet deadly arc drew in

feeling great, probably just

"That's great."

before

you finally make up your

moment, Kevin's focus completely scattered

"...Regarding?"

me

"Ah, that."

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

I have decided to go

"A pity."

of disappointment flashed Emma's

stop you since I also think that this decision isn't a bad

"I know, but..."

Kevin's fists clenched tightly.

problems. Kevin realized

or had someone

he want to feel

his head and raising his sword, Kevin once again

—Sha!

fastest way to make

***

mountain range, the only indication I got

then, it quickly disappeared as the thermal system built underground turned on, warming up my shoes, and the air around

be the place

in front of a fairly large

shop was the shabbiest looking one. Yet,

hard

atmosphere? Or

I was just about to

[The Golden Hammer.]

looking insignia hung outside of the

of my surroundings, to my surprise,

though everyone was avoiding the

Clang—! Clang—! Clang—!

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

a step forward, I

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