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,

five minutes of leaving, he soon came back with an object covered

instantly lit

planning on

heart started to beat

Malvil directly

"Take it."

"Is this..."

"Yes, it's a sword."

My eyes lit up.

in my hand, I soon unwrapped the white cloth covering it. Once I unwrapped it, just as Malvil

sight of the sword, my

gaze between the

supposed

"Correct."

nodded with an amused smirk on his

'Is this a joke?'

sword in my hand,

when he brought out the sword, I didn't think he

"Huuu.."

There had to be a good reason

I ask why you gave

arms crossed,

if you wanted to improve

"Yes."

exactly what I asked

crappy

ta get stronger,

at the sword, Malvil

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

and pointed towards the

look at this. This was most likely a result o' ye parrying incorrectly. Ye shou''ve cushioned a bit o' tha damage by either moving tha sword back or redirecting tha

Malvil's words attentively, unbeknownst to me, my head subconsciously

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

I came to

"I understand."

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

was trying to

ones. As

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

"Thank you."

grab my old sword. However, before I could do that, I

"What are you doing?"

"...Ah?"

I tilted my head.

hand, Malvil

"Put that down."

"W-whhat?"

the blunt sword in my hand, he

allowed to use

if it breaks due

was the first time I was trying this method, I'd be in trouble if the sword broke,

Malvil did not seem to

I'll see you again once

"..."

again, I

send me on the battlefield with just

"Seriously?"

sword, Malvil put it in his

do it that way, ye'll be forced ta improve

"...ugh, alright, fine."

I gave up

benefit. If what he said really worked, then I might as well

for today,

Malvil once

be ye

"I'm leaving."

Malvil an

I be doing? Since I had already gotten the sword, it was now time for

hand, Malvil opened his palm and pinched his

80 achievements points

"..."

moment, just a moment, I envisioned a future where

WHIIIII—! WHIIIII—!

to ring at the exact moment I envisioned a world

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

you come back

out of the building, I

wait, I need something

"What is it?"

He shouted in annoyance.

minding his attitude,

can you perhaps give

***

Dosha! Dosha! Dosha!

continued to plummet down from the sky, obstructing everyone's

"How is the situation?"

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