Titania looked toward the wooden sword in his hand.
"When I fought him, he knew perfectly well that he couldn't win. He wasn't particularly happy about it, naturally, but he didn't allow his pride to blind him. He tried different approaches, used whatever tools he had available, and even surprised me with a few rather unconventional tricks."
She chuckled.
"Quite the crafty bastard, that one."
Vask's expression remained pleasant.
Inside, however, his thoughts were considerably less charitable.
Crafty? That fucking rat?
He remembered Ludwig from the academy.
The quiet student who had somehow survived incidents that should have eliminated him. The same student who had witnessed things Hoyo would have preferred to keep buried.
That was the real problem.
Ludwig wasn't simply another powerful individual whose existence annoyed him.
He was a witness.
Someone who knew Hoyo before he became Vask.
