The Author's POV

Chapter 320

[Jomnuk Dramegrip]

• High priority target.

• Main operator of the defensive system.

• Responsible for setting up the defensive barrier around Henolur, and the only dwarf that is capable of doing so.

• Believed to be currently targeted by multiple assassins sent by the Inferno.

"Jomnuk Dramgrip? Inferno? Defensive barrier?"

The more I read, the more I realized that this was no simple task.

Turning my head to face Douglas, I asked

"That's correct, you must protect him from Inferno. The dwarven equivalent of the Monolith."

As he spoke, Douglas's face turned serious.

"You must be very careful, although they are all made up of Duergar, a subrace of dwarves that contract themselves with demons."

Douglas explained from the side.

Part of the information he was telling me, I knew. But I still listened carefully.

I've long realized that I did not know anything. Just because I wrote this world, didn't mean that all the information that I knew was correct.

On most occasions, there was extra useful information that I was not aware of. Like for example what Douglas was explaining to me at the moment.

"Unlike the dwarves which are an honorable race, Duergar's are much more insidious and sneaky. Not only are they adept in setting up ambushes, but they also specialize in hidden weapons and some even go as far as using poisons. You must be extra careful when fighting against them.

The more he spoke, the warier I became.

Turning my attention back on the papers, my frown deepened.

"…If I may ask, why me?"

If what he was saying and what was written were real, then that would mean I would have to safeguard an extremely important person from an organization equivalent to the Monolith.

I was in no way qualified to handle this sort of high-profile mission.

Putting the papers down, I looked up.

"If I have to be frank, I don't think I'll be able to do much with my strength. I'd be more of a burden than actually help."

"Don't worry about that."

With a calm smile, Douglas walked back to his seat and looked at Waylan.

"You won't be the only one that will be going."

"Uh? Me too?"

Dumbfounded, Waylan put the teacup down.

"The demons will soon attack again, don't you think they will need me here?"

"This is more important."

Douglas shook his head and handed Waylan another stack of papers.

"They asked for at least one ranked individual to go. Since you just fought, I thought that you were the perfect fit for the job."

"Ugh."

Letting out a groan, Waylan lazily slumped back on his chair.

"Who else is going? Can I bring more people?"

"As many as you want. The dwarves have entrusted us with protecting Jomnuk. Though they did send a couple of people to aid you."

"Any strength requirement?"

"No. You don't have to worry about that. Your strength is enough to handle most of the attacks."

Taking the papers, Waylan went through them.

The more he read, the deeper his frown became. After a while, he put them down and questioned them.

"You sure? He seems like a very important person. Will they not send any ranked individuals?"

"You don't have to worry about that, if someone of that caliber arrives, we naturally have countermeasures against it."

"I see…"

Turning his head to face me, Waylan nudged his head.

"What about him, why do you want to bring him in this mission? From the looks of it, this looks like a very dangerous mission. I don't think a rank like him will be able to do much."

"You don't have to worry about that. The main goal in bringing him is so that you can watch over him."

"Hah?!"

My eyes shot open.

just as surprised as

Facing Douglas, he asked.

him? Is something going to happen to

"No."

his head, Douglas secretly winked in my

subtle, the only one who noticed his action was me, and the moment I

then why do you want

his beard, Douglas

you've

"…you mean."

with him for over a couple of years instantly understood what he was

Douglas smiled.

swordsmanship is quite

lacking, it's quite frankly

off, Waylan looked

fought. Honestly, it was very painful to watch. I don't

Waylan's words, I lowered my

words hurt, everyone one of his words was correct. There

was

I thought that it was a good idea for you

"…I did say that."

his head, Waylan

bottom, he looked back at

bit of a

right, a broadsword appeared in

use the broadsword while he uses a sword. What I can teach him will only be limited to

"That's more than enough."

I finally spoke up.

was going to miss

my head and looked at

need to learn any fancy techniques or stuff

that I faced lay within my fundamentals not in

to learn

don't have a

suddenly appeared on

an angle, the sly smile

a little at the

don't recall wrongly, didn't you say that you were quite bored here. If I'm teaching him something,

Douglas smiled at Waylan.

face remained completely

of the hot tea, he

worry about that, I was

"…huh?"

at

me

actually going to teach

I will be polishing

me, Douglas suddenly

one who thought you

about half a

wonder you're psyon control is much more

next words caused his hand that was stroking his beard

although for a shorter period of time,

asked

just say

did I see him ever get flustered. Yet, at the mention of Monica's name, his usual calm

"I did."

"Haa..."

Waylan massaged his

makes a lot more

"…what does?"

asked from the side

lips were trembling, this was also the first

let out

ask for mentorship. She's the type of person that thinks differently from others, and so whatever she teaches is based on her

the worse the smile on

turned to face

to no patience.

"That…"

I went through when Monica was teaching me, I nodded

was right, Monica had zero

wrong she would throw

did go through

There was

Douglas curiously asked.

that Monica not only taught

sip of the tea,

know him, his name

Kevin's name, Douglas's

I've heard that name

"I'm sure you have."

that scored some of the highest scores recorded in history. There was no way

saying that Monica trained both

beaten by her a lot, but he deserved it. Me not

"Deserve it? Why?"

"Just cause."

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