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 as

Facing Douglas, he asked.

something going to happen

"No."

his head, Douglas secretly

only one who noticed his action was me, and the moment I did, I instantly understood Douglas's intentions.

going to happen to him, then why do you want me to look

his beard, Douglas vaguely

I'm sure you've also noticed

"…you mean."

words were vague, Waylan who had been with him for over a couple of years instantly understood what he was trying to

Douglas smiled.

swordsmanship

lacking, it's quite frankly

off, Waylan

painful to watch. I don't even know how

I lowered

his words hurt, everyone one of his words was correct. There was nothing for

swordsmanship was indeed

also a swordsman, I thought that it was a good idea for you to

"…I did say that."

head, Waylan turned to face

top to bottom, he looked back

of a

hand toward the right,

uses a sword. What I can teach him will only be limited

"That's more than enough."

I finally spoke up.

was going to miss the chance that Douglas had provided

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

techniques or stuff like that, all I

fundamentals not in my techniques. I already had

to

don't have a problem with

smile suddenly

sly smile

face cringed a little at the

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

Douglas smiled at Waylan.

face remained completely

hot tea, he

I was planning on doing

"…huh?"

at Douglas

head between me and Douglas,

going to teach

I will be polishing his

me, Douglas

Donna the one who thought you

about half

psyon control is much more refined than

satisfaction. However, my next words caused his hand that was stroking his beard

shorter period of time, Monica also

asked

just

see him ever get flustered. Yet,

"I did."

"Haa..."

Waylan massaged his

a lot more

"…what does?"

the side with an

trembling, this was also the first time he

let out

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

the worse the smile on his

turned to

someone that has little to no

"That…"

when Monica

right, Monica had zero

throw a fit and

right. My friend and I did go through quite a rough

There was someone

Douglas curiously asked.

the fact that Monica not only taught

of the tea, I nodded

his name is Kevin.

Kevin's name, Douglas's brows

Voss? I think I've heard that

"I'm sure you have."

some of the highest scores recorded in history. There was no way Donna didn't

you're saying that Monica trained both you

her a lot, but he deserved it. Me

"Deserve it? Why?"

"Just cause."

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