Ludwig summoned his weapon to his side, the scythe gleaming in the dim light of the classroom. He pointed it at Hoyo, his grip tight and his stance ready for combat. "You're insane, a monster," Ludwig said, his voice cold and filled with disgust.
Hoyo shrugged, his expression unbothered. "Eh, maybe," he said, his tone almost casual. "But trust me, Ludwig, there are too many monsters in the world that I look downright docile compared to them. That guy, Mot—you must have met him earlier, right?"
Ludwig's mind flashed back to the small child he had seen both in the vision from the Mask of the Blind Witness and just moments ago outside the tower. The boy had been unnerving, his presence radiating an aura of danger that Ludwig couldn't quite place. The fact that Mot had been the only one to notice Ludwig's escape, even among the chaos of the Holy Order's assault, was enough to make Ludwig wary of him.
