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?"

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.

he just crafted for anyone, he'd have a line that would stretch all the way to the human

"Pay close attention."

us. To my surprise, it was a map of the whole

then pointed towards a certain area on the

right here, if you follow this path over here, you should be able to

"I see."

My brows furrowed slightly.

map was a bit of a mess since wasn't an

knew

to

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

go, take this

"What's this?"

it, I

in my hand, Waylan

you can just show them

the green plate in my hand, I gratefully looked at

"I see...thank you."

come in

"No problem"

behind the hood, Waylan gave a

now. Thank you again for

"No problem."

footsteps suddenly halted. Turning

me more about

dripped

"...sure."

"Good, good."

turned around and

was sitting, I closed my eyes and wished Kevin

really couldn't

***

[Leviathan building, Lock.]

train at the public training ground inside of the

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

swords in the middle of the training grounds, Kevin suddenly

"Achoo!"

"Kevin?"

swords

onto his nose and raising his hand to gesture

felt a chill run

"...got a cold?"

"Don't think so."

the fact that cold's didn't exist anymore, Kevin had been feeling good these days. His strength was progressing at an alarming

to rank not

was healthier than

probably just

before

—Sha!

beautiful yet deadly

feeling great, probably

"That's great."

sighed in relief before

you finally make

Kevin's focus completely scattered and he turned to face

"...Regarding?"

me not too long

"Ah, that."

face distorted. Clenching tightly onto his sword, he softly

to go

"A pity."

disappointment

stop you since I also think that this decision

"I know, but..."

Kevin's fists clenched tightly.

death to Emma's problems. Kevin

or had someone backing him up,

he want to feel so

his sword, Kevin

—Sha!

is the fastest way to make up

***

only indication I got that

system built underground

be the place

my head, I stopped in front of

Yet, despite

hard

perhaps its atmosphere? Or just

sure, but I was just

[The Golden Hammer.]

insignia hung outside of

to my

as though everyone was avoiding the shop

Clang—! Clang—! Clang—!

only thing

a step forward, I knocked on

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