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?"

I'll 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

"Mhm."

Understandable.

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

"Pay close attention."

appeared before us. To my surprise, it was

a certain area on the

path over here,

"I see."

My brows furrowed slightly.

was a bit of a mess since wasn't

now knew where to

to go

up. Before he left, he tossed me a dark colored

before I go, take this

"What's this?"

I

in my hand, Waylan

me, you can just show them to

at the green plate in my hand, I gratefully

"I see...thank you."

might come

"No problem"

hood,

to go now. Thank you again for telling me

"No problem."

Waylan's footsteps suddenly halted. Turning

meet up again Dd tell me more about that guy you mentioned before. Very

instantly dripped

"...sure."

"Good, good."

Waylan turned around and

sitting, I closed my eyes and wished Kevin the

like he really couldn't get out

***

[Leviathan building, Lock.]

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

training grounds, but it was

swords in the middle of

"Achoo!"

"Kevin?"

her short swords and worriedly

onto his nose and raising his hand to gesture to her that he was fine, Kevin

felt a chill run down through

"...got a cold?"

"Don't think so."

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

to rank not too long

healthier than

probably just my

himself before once again raising

—Sha!

down, a beautiful yet deadly

great, probably just my

"That's great."

sighed in relief before suddenly her face turned

the way, Kevin, did you finally

at that moment, Kevin's focus completely scattered

"...Regarding?"

told me not

"Ah, that."

face distorted. Clenching tightly

decided to go

"A pity."

of disappointment

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

"I know, but..."

Kevin's fists clenched tightly.

problems. Kevin realized

or had someone backing him up, of the

want to feel

raising his sword, Kevin once again slashed

—Sha!

is the fastest way to make up

***

built directly inside of a mountain range, the only indication I got that it was nighttime

as the thermal system built underground turned

should be the

in

shabbiest looking one. Yet, despite it being the shabbiest looking one, it somehow felt like the most

hard

perhaps its atmosphere? Or just

I was just

[The Golden Hammer.]

hung

to my

though everyone was

Clang—! Clang—! Clang—!

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

I knocked on the

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