Count, viscount, or even Duke, didn't matter. Nothing of the sort ever mattered for Ludwig. He didn't need the money or the power it came with those titles. All he wanted was to continue beating the Usurpers for his goal to return back home. After all, in terms of true richness, in his world he was far richer than a King of Lufondal.
He was about to speak his mind and be done with this 'ceremony.'
"Don't say anything! Don't interrupt. It'll be a political nightmare if you do." The Knight King said. Even Alexander had an even paler expression on his face when he noticed Ludwig was about to open his mouth to disagree.
The Knight King's mental voice hit Ludwig like a hard shove. Not gentle advice, an urgent restraint. Ludwig felt the tension in his own jaw, the momentary grind of teeth as he swallowed words that wanted to be spoken
