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?"

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.

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

"Pay close attention."

watch, a holographic map soon appeared before us. To

a certain

shop is right here, if you follow this path over here, you should

"I see."

My brows furrowed slightly.

of a mess since wasn't an official

now knew where to

to go

on, Waylan suddenly stood up. Before

go, take this

"What's this?"

it, I

at the plate in my

meet me, you

plate in my hand, I gratefully

"I see...thank you."

come

"No problem"

the hood, Waylan gave a

to go now. Thank you again for telling me

"No problem."

something, Waylan's footsteps suddenly halted.

we meet up again Dd tell me more about

dripped

"...sure."

"Good, good."

Waylan turned around and left

at his back from where I was sitting, I closed my eyes and wished Kevin the best of

really couldn't get

***

[Leviathan building, Lock.]

Emma and Kevin would train at the public training ground

it bigger than their own personal training grounds, but it was

his swords in the middle of the training grounds, Kevin

"Achoo!"

"Kevin?"

her short swords and worriedly looked at

his nose and raising his hand to gesture

suddenly felt a chill run down through

"...got a cold?"

"Don't think so."

been feeling good these days. His strength was progressing at

just broken to

healthier than

just my

to himself before once again

—Sha!

beautiful yet deadly arc

feeling great, probably just

"That's great."

sighed in relief before suddenly

the way, Kevin, did you finally

completely scattered and he turned

"...Regarding?"

what you told me not too

"Ah, that."

face distorted. Clenching tightly onto

decided to go through

"A pity."

of disappointment

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

"I know, but..."

Kevin's fists clenched tightly.

death to Emma's problems. Kevin

he had been more powerful, or had someone backing him

did he want to

head and raising his sword, Kevin

—Sha!

the fastest way to

***

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

it quickly disappeared as the thermal system built underground turned on, warming

be

in front of a

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

was hard

atmosphere?

was just about

[The Golden Hammer.]

looking insignia hung

of my surroundings, to my surprise, I barely

as though everyone was avoiding the

Clang—! Clang—! Clang—!

the only thing that

forward, I knocked

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