I Became the Martial God's Youngest Disciple

Hector's voice faintly echoed in my mind. "If I had to recommend one, I'd say go for Glenn, the Third Prince. I've heard that the Fourth Princess, Perist, doesn't enjoy socializing."

I wasn't exaggerating, but I struggled to remember names. Once they stretched beyond five letters, I started to mix it up. I didn't know why. Maybe it was just how I was born. If I had to offer an excuse, I'd say the name Glenn wasn't very memorable. It felt too plain for a prince's name.

By the way, I had seen that name somewhere before, not just in Hector's recommendation. I paused to recall, and fortunately, it came to me quickly—5th place: Glenn Scarlett, 81 points. I had spotted it on the Tower of Training rankings, probably in the Room of Agility.

If he ranked fifth, he must be pretty good. I wondered, Then what was that performance on the tram all about? Was he just timid compared to his abilities, or was he putting on an act? It would be a relief if it were the former, but if it's the latter...

"I won't get accused of blasphemy against the imperial family, will I?" I muttered.

Seren asked, "Did you make a mistake?"

"Not really. I just spoke a little informally."

"At Cartel Academy, students are considered equals," Seren claimed.

I sighed in relief.

She continued, "Of course, that doesn't mean anyone sane would speak casually to a member of the imperial...