The Author's POV

Chapter 309

—Clang! —Clang!

Following Ghorlorz, soon the sound of metal being pounded sounded. The air became hotter, and the pungent smell lingering in the atmosphere became even more pervasive. My face twisted slightly as a result.

"That is t—Clang!"

The heavy sound of the metal being pounded became louder as we neared the location. As a result, I had a hard time understanding what Ghorlorz was trying to say.

"What did you say!"

I raised my voice.

"What I'm trying to—Clang!"

Once again, his voice was drowned out by the sound of metal being pounded. Finally, fed up, Ghorlorz grabbed my shoulder and pointed towards the distance where an enormous building stood.

"Is that the place?"

I slowly mouthed with my mouth, to which he nodded his head.

Raising my hand and giving him an 'OK' sign, I saluted Ghorloz and separated from him. The only reason why he was accompanying me was because he wanted to apologize for his earlier actions.

He didn't actually need his weapon repaired, so once he brought me to the location, we separated.

Arriving before the large building, I put my hand on the handle of the glass door and pushed it open.

Ci— Clank—!

Entering the building, the heat intensified, and droplets of sweat started to fall from the side of my face.

The interior of the building followed a minimalistic style. There were no signs of any other decorations besides a reception and a couple of sofas. Behind the reception was a young dwarven girl who greeted me with a smile.

"Welcome, what would you—"

"It's you human."

Just as she was about to greet me, she was cut off by another dwarf. Instantly her eyes opened wide, and she bowed her head.

"S-sir Malvil!"

"Malvil?"

Hearing a familiar voice, I turned my head and spotted Malvil, the blacksmith I had met before.

Wiping his forehead with a white towel, he dropped it by the reception counter and asked.

"What be ye doing here?"

Tapping on my bracelet, I flashed my worn down sword.

"Trying to get this fixed."

To be honest, the sword was not very good, and the only reason I was using that was because I did not know that we were about to face a war.

I would've bought a new one if I had known.

Taking the sword, Malvin scowled as he examined it. Slashing it around, the scowl on his face grew. Turning his head, he asked.

"You want ta get this trash fixed?"

"...Yes."

Though true, his words were a bit harsh.

"Hmm, it's pretty heavily damaged."

"Fought quite a bit."

Killed seventeen demons and a baron ranked one with it. This was only natural.

—Clank! —Clank!

Tossing the sword to the side as though it was garbage, Malvin's face became serious. Turning to face me, he suddenly asked.

"Do ye really want ta improve your swordsmanship?"

Seeing how serious he was, my back straightened.

"Yes! "

No ounce of hesitation was in my voice when I answered.

What kind of question was that?

Of course, I wanted to. Recalling what I had been through for the pasts few months, my mind became even firmer.

Never again did I want to feel so helpless!

Malvil and I locked eyes for the next couple of seconds before he sighed and turned around.

"Alright, wait for me here."

"Hm? Where are you going?"

even ask, he had already disappeared to the back. Looking at the similarly

back with an object covered by a white cloth. The outline looked like that of a

instantly

planning on

to

directly handed

"Take it."

"Is this..."

"Yes, it's a sword."

My eyes lit up.

in my hand, I soon unwrapped the white cloth covering

the sword,

my gaze between the sword and Malvil, I

I supposed to use

"Correct."

nodded with an amused

'Is this a joke?'

at the sword in my hand,

have high expectations when he brought out the sword, I didn't think he would bring me an old blunt sword that looked like

"Huuu.."

down. There had

I ask why you gave me

crossed,

if you wanted to improve your swordsmanship, is

"Yes."

exactly what

this crappy sword going to

stronger, tha sword

at the sword,

your power. From how broken your previous sword was, I can tell that yer nae efficiently using it. A good swordsman treats

on the table and pointed towards the right side of it,

look at this. This was most likely a result o' ye parrying incorrectly. Ye shou''ve cushioned a bit o' tha damage

Malvil's words attentively, unbeknownst to me,

What shocked me the most was that he was able to point out the flaws with my

came to a

"I understand."

me, I realized

crack the sword, he was trying to get me to improve the

more efficient ones. As well

Once I achieved that, it meant that I had mastered

"Thank you."

However, before I could do that, I was stopped by Malvil, who

"What are you doing?"

"...Ah?"

I tilted my head.

hand, Malvil coldly

"Put that down."

"W-whhat?"

the blunt sword in

allowed to use that sword.

what if it breaks due to my

trying this method, I'd be in

did not seem to care, as he indifferently

luck, I'll see you again once I die of old

"..."

I was

to send me on the battlefield with

"Seriously?"

put it in his

fight be ta fight wi'out reassurance, if ye do it that way, ye'll be forced

"...ugh, alright, fine."

gave up and

what he said

you for today,

speaking, Malvil

be ye

"I'm leaving."

Malvil

else would I be doing? Since I had already gotten the sword,

Malvil opened his palm and

80 achievements points

"..."

a moment, just a moment, I envisioned

WHIIIII—! WHIIIII—!

sirens started to ring at the

face darkened. Putting both of his hands on my

back once you come back

could push me out

I

"What is it?"

He shouted in annoyance.

minding his attitude,

you

***

Dosha! Dosha! Dosha!

continued to plummet down from the sky, obstructing

"How is the situation?"

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