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?"

make an artifact for you. No matter how rich you

"Mhm."

Understandable.

he just crafted for anyone, he'd have

"Pay close attention."

To my surprise, it was a

pointed towards a certain area

here, you should be able to get

"I see."

My brows furrowed slightly.

map was a bit of a mess since wasn't

knew where to

have to

Before he left, he tossed me a dark colored

before I go, take this

"What's this?"

I curiously

the plate in my hand,

meet me, you can just show

plate in my hand,

"I see...thank you."

come in

"No problem"

hood,

you again for telling me

"No problem."

something, Waylan's footsteps suddenly halted. Turning around,

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

dripped down my

"...sure."

"Good, good."

around

from where I was sitting, I closed my eyes and wished Kevin the

he really couldn't

***

[Leviathan building, Lock.]

Kevin would train at the public training ground inside of the Leviathan

training grounds, but it was also great for training with

swords in the middle

"Achoo!"

"Kevin?"

dropped her short swords and worriedly

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

a chill run down through

"...got a cold?"

"Don't think so."

cold's didn't exist anymore, Kevin had been feeling good

rank not too

healthier than

just

muttered to himself before once again

—Sha!

beautiful yet deadly arc drew in the

great, probably

"That's great."

before suddenly her face turned

Kevin, did you finally

at that moment, Kevin's focus completely scattered and he turned to face

"...Regarding?"

what you told me not

"Ah, that."

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

decided to

"A pity."

of disappointment

I 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 that he was still too

someone backing

did he want

raising his sword,

—Sha!

fastest way to make up for

***

of a mountain range, the only indication I got that it was nighttime was the slight chill that

disappeared as the thermal system built underground turned on, warming up my shoes,

be the

my head, I stopped in front of a fairly large

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

hard

atmosphere? Or

but I was just about to

[The Golden Hammer.]

looking insignia hung outside of

notice of my surroundings, to my surprise, I barely found

as though everyone was avoiding the shop

Clang—! Clang—! Clang—!

pounded was the only thing that indicate to me that I was in the right

forward, I knocked on

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