The words landed quietly, and in some ways, that made them harsher. Ludwig wasn't threatening a duel or an execution. He was reminding the man of inevitability, and inevitability did not care about noble titles.
"Are you threatening to kill me! In this court of nobles!" The man said, trying to get the support of other nobles.
He turned his outrage outward, searching the crowd for allies.
The crowd responded with the kind of silence that meant nobody wanted to stand beside him. Nobles enjoyed the spectacle. They did not enjoy sharing consequences.
"Why would I dirty my hands? You're not going to live forever, no one will, and eventually you'll meet Necros, so why should I even care? Just a word to the wise, don't badmouth something far stronger than you. Especially when you're bound to meet them." Ludwig turned to the emperor.
