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,

did not last for long; within five minutes of leaving, he soon came back with an object covered by a white cloth. The

eyes instantly lit

on giving me

started to

me, Malvil directly

"Take it."

"Is this..."

"Yes, it's a sword."

My eyes lit up.

white cloth covering it. Once I

the sight of the sword, my mouth

between the sword and Malvil, I

I supposed

"Correct."

with an amused smirk on

'Is this a joke?'

hand, I didn't know what to

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

"Huuu.."

I calmed myself down. There had to be a good reason for

you gave

crossed, Malvil

you wanted to improve your swordsmanship,

"Yes."

what I

was this crappy sword going

ye want ta get stronger, tha sword

at the sword, Malvil

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

my old worn-out sword, he placed it on the table and pointed towards the right

a result o' ye parrying incorrectly. Ye shou''ve cushioned a bit o' tha damage by either moving

words attentively, unbeknownst to me, my head

was that he was able to point out the flaws with

I came

"I understand."

finger on the sword he had given me, I

the sword, he was trying to get me to improve the way I used the

and more efficient ones. As well as

I did those, my sword should never break. Once I achieved that, it meant that

"Thank you."

sword. However, before I could do that,

"What are you doing?"

"...Ah?"

I tilted my head.

hand, Malvil

"Put that down."

"W-whhat?"

at the blunt sword

allowed to use that sword.

if it breaks due to

method, I'd be in trouble if the sword broke,

did not seem to care,

I'll see you again once I die

"..."

again, I

trying to send me on

"Seriously?"

put it in

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

"...ugh, alright, fine."

gave up and

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

for today,

I could finish speaking, Malvil once again cut

what be ye

"I'm leaving."

Malvil an

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

his hand, Malvil opened his palm and

would be 80 achievements points

"..."

just a moment, I envisioned a future

WHIIIII—! WHIIIII—!

sirens started to ring at the exact moment I envisioned a world

I was thinking, Malvin's face darkened. Putting both of his hands

back once you come back from

push me out of the

I

"What is it?"

He shouted in annoyance.

minding his attitude, I

you perhaps give

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