The atmosphere in the manor had grown heavier, not from conflict, but from the kind of tension that fills a room when too much is left unsaid. Even after the meeting with the Baron, the group remained quiet—each member retreating into their own thoughts. The storm had not yet arrived, but its wind was already whispering between the words.
Ludwig's silence lingered long after the rest had turned to idle chatter. His posture was rigid, his expression unreadable, but the tension in his jaw gave him away. He wasn't just thinking. He was calculating. Preparing. Ready to stand up before anyone else could open their mouth.
That Quest window was nagging and almost assaulting his brain, the worry of losing the Codex Pages much was too much of worry for him to keep still. The risk of losing the Knight King wasn't worth taking.
