I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

There was no way I could beat two hundred and fifty armored cavalry.

Whether I used the purple flame, White Flame, or pulled some batshit crazy miracle out from my ass... I’d still be screwed.

Not even with the help of Headmaster Alderson and the rest of the young heroes.

So I looked at Alderson in disbelief.

“Why in the world did you make that many combat golems? Were you planning a rebellion or something?”

“It is as I said: I admire the Platinum Knight Order. There were two hundred and fifty knights in the legend.”

“I’m asking why make so many? Why not just one or two, maybe ten at most for decoration? That would have been plenty.”

“That's...” the headmaster began, and I narrowed my eyes at him. He hesitated before continuing, “Because historical accuracy must be respected...”

“...”