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?"

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

within five minutes of leaving, he soon came back with an object covered by a white

instantly

planning on

to

before me, Malvil directly handed me the

"Take it."

"Is this..."

"Yes, it's a sword."

My eyes lit up.

object and feeling it in my hand, I soon unwrapped the white cloth covering it. Once I unwrapped it, just as Malvil had said, a sword appeared in my

the sight of the sword, my mouth

my gaze between the sword and

supposed to use

"Correct."

amused smirk on

'Is this a joke?'

hand, I didn't know what to

I did not have high expectations when he brought out the sword, I didn't think he would bring me an old blunt sword that looked like it could crumble at the slightest

"Huuu.."

down. There had to be a

why you gave me the

his arms crossed,

you if you wanted to improve your swordsmanship, is

"Yes."

exactly what I

this crappy sword going

want ta get stronger, tha

at the

sword was, I can tell that yer nae efficiently using it. A good swordsman treats their sword as though it be their

table and

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

to me,

me the most was that he was able to point out the flaws with my sword style just by

long, I came to

"I understand."

had given me, I realized what his intention was when he gave

crack the sword, he was trying to get me to

and more efficient ones. As well as

long as I did those, my sword should never break. Once I

"Thank you."

before I could do that, I was

"What are you doing?"

"...Ah?"

I tilted my head.

my hand, Malvil

"Put that down."

"W-whhat?"

blunt sword in my hand, he

to use that

it breaks due

in

did not seem to care,

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

"..."

I

he really trying to send me on

"Seriously?"

my sword, Malvil put it in his

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

"...ugh, alright, fine."

I gave up and

doing was for my benefit. If what he said really worked, then I

for

could finish speaking, Malvil once

be

"I'm leaving."

Malvil an

Since I had already gotten the sword, it

his palm and

would be 80 achievements points

"..."

a moment, I envisioned a future where Malvin

WHIIIII—! WHIIIII—!

protected Malvil, the sirens started to ring at the exact moment I envisioned a

I was thinking, Malvin's face darkened. Putting both of his hands on my back, he pushed me out of

pay me back once you

out of the

I need

"What is it?"

He shouted in annoyance.

minding his attitude, I

can you perhaps give

***

Dosha! Dosha! Dosha!

rain continued to plummet down from

"How is the situation?"

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