Ludwig smiled as he stood forward.
The movement was slow and deliberate. Not a rush, not a lunge, just a step that said I'm not pressured. The knights didn't move. They didn't need to. The threat in the room wasn't Ludwig being harmed. It was what Ludwig might do next.
"Or is that your attempt at framing me in the Imperial Palace? You think the emperor and the people here are fools?"
He let the implication hang. Framing. Treason. The fact they were under the palace at all, with forbidden spells and missing souls, already wrote their guilt into the air.
"What are you talking about? You're a fucking undead!" Evan howled.
"Hah!"
The sound was sharp, almost delighted.
"Did you really lose your mind? Or did your own spell hit you so hard it made you a fool?" Ludwig said.
He didn't need to overstate, all he needed to say was that they were lying.
