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.

also just as surprised

Facing Douglas, he asked.

over him? Is something going

"No."

secretly winked in my

action was me, and the

nothing is going to happen to him, then why do you want me to

his beard,

you've also

"…you mean."

vague, Waylan who had been with him for over a couple

Douglas smiled.

swordsmanship

lacking, it's

Douglas off, Waylan

as you fought. Honestly, it was very painful to watch. I don't even know

Waylan's words, I lowered my head and didn't

of his words was

swordsmanship was indeed

swordsman, I thought that it was a good idea for

"…I did say that."

head, Waylan turned

bottom,

of a

toward the right,

I can teach him will only

"That's more than enough."

I finally spoke up.

going to miss the chance that Douglas had

the broadsword in his hand, I lifted my head

or stuff like that, all

that I faced lay within my fundamentals not in

need to learn anything

don't have a problem

suddenly appeared

angle, the sly smile on his

a little

wrongly, didn't you say that you were quite bored here. If

Douglas smiled at Waylan.

remained completely

the hot tea, he put the

to worry about that, I was

"…huh?"

at Douglas

his head between me and

actually going to teach

will be polishing

to face me, Douglas suddenly

the one who thought you how to

about half a

wonder you're psyon control is much more refined than your

satisfaction. However, my next words caused his hand that

for a shorter period of time, Monica also taught

hand, he asked with

just say

meeting Douglas, not once did I see him ever get flustered. Yet, at the mention of Monica's name,

"I did."

"Haa..."

massaged

makes a lot more

"…what does?"

the side with an

how his lips were trembling, this was also the first time he had ever

Douglas let

from others, and

the worse the smile on his

then turned

little to no

"That…"

experiences that I went through when

Monica had

got something wrong she would throw a fit and beat me black and

and I did go through quite a rough beating

was

Douglas curiously asked.

fact that Monica not only taught me but someone

the tea, I nodded

him, his name is Kevin. Kevin

the mention of Kevin's

I think I've

"I'm sure you have."

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

So you're saying that Monica trained

lot,

"Deserve it? Why?"

"Just cause."

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