I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

After the young man who called himself Calzark shouted, silence fell across the room.

“...”

I looked at the brown-haired man.

“The Calzark I knew had a bit of a beard...”

“That’s because that’s when I was stuck on the mountain! Since I’ve returned to civilization, of course I would take care of my appearance again!”

“Hmm. Sure. Your voice is similar to Calzark’s, and I can accept that you would have that face under the facial hair.”

He looked at least twenty years younger than I’d expected, but since my father was the pinnacle of looking young, it wasn’t that unacceptable.

However, there was one thing I couldn’t accept.

“Sir Valter, could you leave us for a moment?”