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?"

had already disappeared to the back. Looking at the similarly clueless receptionist, I

did not last for long; within five minutes of leaving, he soon came back with

instantly

planning on

heart started to beat with

me, Malvil directly handed me

"Take it."

"Is this..."

"Yes, it's a sword."

My eyes lit up.

feeling it in my hand, I soon unwrapped the white cloth covering it. Once I

the

gaze between the sword and Malvil, I

I supposed

"Correct."

an amused smirk on his

'Is this a joke?'

in my hand, I

I didn't think he would bring me an old blunt sword

"Huuu.."

calmed myself down. There had to be a good reason

I ask why you gave

arms crossed, Malvil

wanted to improve your swordsmanship, is that

"Yes."

exactly what

was this crappy

want ta get stronger, tha sword

the sword, Malvil

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

placed it on the table and pointed towards

was most likely a result o' ye parrying incorrectly. Ye shou''ve cushioned

me, my head subconsciously nodded every time he

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

I came to a

"I understand."

the sword he had given me, I realized what his intention was

not to crack the sword, he was trying to

movements and more efficient ones.

my sword should never break. Once

"Thank you."

reached to grab my old sword. However, before I

"What are you doing?"

"...Ah?"

I tilted my head.

hand,

"Put that down."

"W-whhat?"

at the blunt sword in my hand, he

to use

what if it breaks due to

time I was trying this method, I'd be in trouble

did not seem to care, as he indifferently

again once I die

"..."

I was left

trying to send me on the battlefield with just

"Seriously?"

Malvil put it in

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

"...ugh, alright, fine."

I gave up and

If what he said really worked, then I might as

you for

finish speaking, Malvil once

what be ye

"I'm leaving."

Malvil

I be doing? Since I had already gotten the sword, it

Malvil opened his palm

80 achievements points

"..."

moment, I envisioned

WHIIIII—! WHIIIII—!

because the world's plot armour protected Malvil, the sirens started to ring at the exact moment I envisioned

Malvin's face darkened. Putting both of his hands on my

me back once you

could push me out of the building,

I

"What is it?"

He shouted in annoyance.

his attitude,

you perhaps

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