I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

The Lord of Blood and Iron nodded before speaking in a calm voice.

“Do as you wish. But I will give you this warning: if the assassins of the cult truly harden their resolve, not even the main house can perfectly protect you. Of course, those who harmed you will not leave this place alive, but they won’t be planning to escape alive in the first place.”

“But don’t I need to endure at least that much danger to get results?”

“...”

Despite saying that, I obviously had no interest in dying.

Even if the assassins were to ambush me, I was planning on having at least a few pieces of insurance to save my life.

Then, the Lord of Blood and Iron spoke.

“You.”

“Yes.”