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

"Mhm."

Understandable.

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

"Pay close attention."

his watch, a holographic map soon appeared before us. To my

a certain

follow this path over here,

"I see."

My brows furrowed slightly.

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

now knew where to

to go

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

I go, take this

"What's this?"

I curiously

at the plate in my hand, Waylan

case you want to meet me, you can just show

at the green plate in my hand, I gratefully looked

"I see...thank you."

might come in

"No problem"

a grin behind the hood, Waylan gave a slight

go now. Thank you again for telling me about

"No problem."

footsteps suddenly halted.

me more about that

dripped down my

"...sure."

"Good, good."

turned around and

sitting, I closed my eyes and wished

really couldn't

***

[Leviathan building, Lock.]

train at the public training ground inside

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

in the middle

"Achoo!"

"Kevin?"

swords and

raising his hand to gesture to her that he was

a chill run down

"...got a cold?"

"Don't think so."

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

broken to rank not

healthier

just my

himself before once again raising his

—Sha!

down, a beautiful yet deadly arc drew in the

feeling great, probably just

"That's great."

relief before suddenly her face turned

you

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

"...Regarding?"

me not too

"Ah, that."

distorted. Clenching tightly onto his sword, he softly

decided to go

"A pity."

look of disappointment

not like I can stop you since I also think that this decision

"I know, but..."

Kevin's fists clenched tightly.

death to Emma's problems. Kevin realized that he was

been more powerful, or had someone backing him up,

did he want to feel

head and raising his sword, Kevin once again

—Sha!

the Union is the fastest way to make up for

***

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

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

should be the place

in front of

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

hard to

it perhaps its atmosphere?

sure, but I was just about

[The Golden Hammer.]

hung outside of

finally taking notice of my surroundings, to

was avoiding the shop

Clang—! Clang—! Clang—!

thing that indicate to me that I was

I knocked on

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