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?"

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

"Mhm."

Understandable.

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

"Pay close attention."

holographic map soon appeared before us. To my surprise, it was a

then pointed towards a certain

path over here, you should be able

"I see."

My brows furrowed slightly.

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

knew where to

to

back on, Waylan suddenly stood up. Before he left, he tossed me a dark colored

before I go, take this as

"What's this?"

I

plate in my

to meet me, you can just show them to the guards and they'll let

in my hand,

"I see...thank you."

come

"No problem"

hood,

Thank you again

"No problem."

suddenly halted. Turning around,

me more about that guy you

dripped down my

"...sure."

"Good, good."

Waylan turned around and left the

at his back from where I was sitting, I closed my eyes

he really couldn't get

***

[Leviathan building, Lock.]

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

own personal training grounds,

swords in the middle of the training

"Achoo!"

"Kevin?"

her short swords

his hand to gesture to her that

just suddenly felt a

"...got a cold?"

"Don't think so."

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

had just broken to rank

healthier

probably just my

to himself before

—Sha!

down, a beautiful yet deadly arc drew

feeling great, probably just my

"That's great."

relief before suddenly

the way, Kevin, did you finally make up

moment, Kevin's focus completely scattered and he turned

"...Regarding?"

me not too long

"Ah, that."

Kevin's face distorted. Clenching tightly onto his

I have decided to go through with the

"A pity."

of disappointment flashed Emma's

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

"I know, but..."

Kevin's fists clenched tightly.

Emma's problems. Kevin realized

powerful, or had someone backing him up, of the problems would've ever

did he want to feel

his sword, Kevin once again

—Sha!

way to make

***

indication I got that it was nighttime was

disappeared as the thermal system built underground

be the place

head, I stopped in front of a

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

hard to

perhaps its atmosphere? Or just

sure, but I was just

[The Golden Hammer.]

shabby looking insignia hung outside of the

of my surroundings, to my surprise, I barely

was as though everyone was avoiding the shop like

Clang—! Clang—! Clang—!

rhythmical, steady sound of metal being pounded was the only thing

I

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