I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

Reagan pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to hide his shaking eyes.

Goosebumps had already climbed up his arms.

Although Hariba was of his blood, he sometimes felt he was looking at a monster.

It was as if Hariba was missing a few pieces that would make him a whole human.

Hariba hadn’t always been like this.

The first time Reagan had seen his son in a different light was at the Birthday Banquet of the second imperial prince two years ago.

Afterward, Hariba had said that he had something he needed to study and left for Ulca.

I shouldn’t have sent him there.

Although Ulca was famous for being the holy land of alchemy, the city was not viewed in a good light by society.