I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

Stepping onto the platform, I surveyed the two young heroes on stage with me—Hector and Charon.

Good job, you two.

I gave them a thumbs-up for keeping their word, but they averted their eyes. Their expressions were bitter, like they’d just been made to swallow bugs.

Calzark, standing on the platform, looked at me with an unreadable expression. He quickly composed himself with a cough.

“Ahem... These three young heroes have successfully completed the 61st Training Camp with excellent results. In recognition of their achievements, they will be awarded hero qualifications along with the prize money.”

Whoa...!We get money too? Even better.

I’d not had much need of money back when I’d been holed up in the Bednicker estate, but things were different now. Leaving Bednicker meant paying for everything—lodging, food, clothes... the necessities.

Of course, the Lord of Blood and Iron had told me to contact the treasury if I was ever short on funds, but...

Even if I now carried the last name “Bednicker,” getting too entangled with this family felt wrong to me. And minimizing my reliance meant I could cut ties whenever I wanted.