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

Facing Douglas, he asked.

something

"No."

secretly winked in my

me, and the moment I did, I instantly understood

to happen to him, then why

beard, Douglas vaguely

I'm sure you've also

"…you mean."

with him for over a couple of

Douglas smiled.

swordsmanship is

just lacking, it's quite frankly

off, Waylan

very painful to watch. I don't even know how you made it that far with that kind of

I lowered my head and

of his words

swordsmanship was indeed

you're also a swordsman, I thought that it was a good idea for you to teach him something. Didn't you

"…I did say that."

his head, Waylan turned

bottom, he looked back at

bit of

hand toward the right, a broadsword

he uses a sword. What I can

"That's more than enough."

I finally spoke up.

to

the broadsword in his hand, I lifted my head and looked at

techniques or stuff like that, all I

said that the problem that I faced lay within my fundamentals not in my techniques. I already had the Keiki style, and that

didn't need to learn anything

a problem with that,

smile suddenly appeared

angle, the sly

face cringed a little at

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

sip of the hot tea, he put the teacup

was planning on doing that from the

"…huh?"

looked at

head between me and Douglas, Waylan

actually going

I will be polishing his psyon

me,

who thought you how to control

about half

you're psyon control is much

beard, Douglas smiled in satisfaction. However, my next words caused his hand that was

shorter period of time, Monica also

his hand, he asked with an alarmed

just

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

"I did."

"Haa..."

Waylan massaged

a lot

"…what does?"

the side

also the first time he had ever seen Douglas

let

person to ask for mentorship. She's the type of person that thinks differently from

Douglas talked, the worse

then turned

has little to no patience. You probably

"That…"

the bitter experiences that I went through when Monica was teaching me,

was right, Monica had

got something wrong she would throw a fit and beat me

I did go through quite a rough beating because

There was someone else

Douglas curiously asked.

fact that Monica not only taught me

sip of the tea,

him, his name is Kevin.

of Kevin's name, Douglas's brows

I've heard that name

"I'm sure you have."

first-year super rookie that scored some of the highest scores recorded in history. There was no way Donna didn't talk

so? Interesting. So you're saying that

We were beaten by her a lot, but he

"Deserve it? Why?"

"Just cause."

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