I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

That smirk on the Lord of Blood and Iron’s face soon turned into laughter.

It was the first time I’d ever seen the cold and emotionless man laugh like that.

A sense of wrongness also grew alongside his laughter, and I found myself thinking that his laughter was befitting of the family head of House Bednicker.

With laughter still in his voice, the Lord of Blood and Iron called my name.

“Luan Bednicker.”

He took a moment to return to the table and sat down before he continued.

“What you say is right. The swordsmanship technique I just showed you is incomplete. Many parts require more work.”

“I see.”

“It’s interesting. I showed this technique to three people, but only you were able to notice that fact.”