I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

I would lose if I fought. I would get caught if I ran. The only way out of this was to convince him.

Even as I tirelessly prattled away, I constructed a plan in my mind and repeatedly improved upon it.

The snippets of information I had heard about Kayan, the rumors about his actions, my impression of him after seeing him directly, and the values I could theorize from all of this information, I combined and examined them dozens of times in my head.

At some point, I arrived at one fundamental piece of information: Collector Kayan is foremost a man of principle.

He was not someone who would be swayed by emotions. This old man could stab anyone as long as it was an order from his superiors.

So that was what I needed to pierce and use.

Since he had sworn loyalty to House Bednicker, I needed to make use of his curiosity while observing the orders of his superiors. Of course...

“...An original sword art,” said Kayan.

The most important thing was how I could handle him from this point onward.