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 like

"Mhm."

Understandable.

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

"Pay close attention."

a holographic map soon appeared before us. To my

pointed towards a certain area on the

path over here, you should be

"I see."

My brows furrowed slightly.

a mess since wasn't an official map, but it got to the

knew

to

stood up. Before he left, he

I go, take

"What's this?"

I curiously

plate in my

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

my

"I see...thank you."

might come

"No problem"

the hood, Waylan gave a

Thank you again for

"No problem."

something, Waylan's footsteps suddenly halted. Turning

me more

instantly dripped down my

"...sure."

"Good, good."

turned around and left

I closed my eyes and

he really couldn't get

***

[Leviathan building, Lock.]

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

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

swords in the middle of the training grounds,

"Achoo!"

"Kevin?"

swords and worriedly

onto his nose and raising his hand to gesture to

felt a chill run

"...got a cold?"

"Don't think so."

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

just broken to

was healthier

probably just my

himself before once again raising

—Sha!

down, a beautiful yet deadly arc drew in

probably just my

"That's great."

sighed in relief before suddenly her

the way, Kevin, did you finally make up

Kevin's focus completely

"...Regarding?"

me not

"Ah, that."

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

I have decided to go through with

"A pity."

of disappointment flashed

since I also think that this

"I know, but..."

Kevin's fists clenched tightly.

Emma's problems. Kevin

someone backing him up, of

want to

his

—Sha!

is the fastest way

***

of a mountain range, the only indication I got

as the thermal system built underground turned on, warming up

should be

my head, I stopped in front

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

was hard to

perhaps its atmosphere? Or just my

sure, but I was just about to

[The Golden Hammer.]

shabby looking insignia hung

around and finally taking notice of my surroundings, to my surprise, I

was as though everyone was avoiding the shop like

Clang—! Clang—! Clang—!

the only thing that

I knocked on the

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