I Became the Martial God's Youngest Disciple

What kind of questions would the Iron-Blooded Lord ask?

I waited nervously, but the Iron-Blooded Lord remained silent. His gaze shifted to the campfire, and he stared into the flames.

Should I stay quiet or speak up?

After a moment of hesitation, Ludwig stood, retrieved the chain, and held it out to me. "Do you want this?"

"What now?" I replied, confused.

"Why are you surprised?" he asked with a faint smile. "I am giving it to my younger brother, whom I haven't seen in a while."

A gift from my older brother? It felt unfamiliar.

"You are giving me a relic of the gods?" I asked, incredulous.

"Yes."

I was at a loss for words.

"Look at you," Ludwig said, raising an eyebrow. "Most would make a fuss over something like this, but your expression is sour."

"I was taught to be wary of unexplained favors," I retorted.

"That isn't cute." Ludwig shook his head. "Do you know what the gods' relics are?"

"Treasures—only ninety-nine exist in the world," I answered.

More precisely, they were relics of the seventy-two gods, the thirteen dragon kings, the nine spirit gods, and the five kings....

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