The Visit of The Holy Order

"Ludwig," Van Dijk said, his voice sharp and laced with irritation. The news he had just received clearly didn't sit well with him. His crimson eyes narrowed as he turned to his disciple, his expression a mix of frustration and urgency.

"How good is your lantern's camouflage?" he asked, his tone clipped and demanding.

Ludwig hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting Van Dijk's piercing gaze. "Good enough to trick anyone that doesn't already know I'm an undead," he replied, his voice steady but cautious. He had no idea what they were capable off, but for the god tier item he held, they shouldn't be able to see the real him. 

Van Dijk's jaw tightened, his frustration evident. "That's sadly not enough for those guys," he said, his voice low and tense. "Listen, I want you to immediately go to your room the moment we get back to the academy. Do not wander, do not engage with anyone. Just stay out of sight."