Tournament

A few days passed, and Ludwig found himself settling into the rhythm of academic life. While it lacked the excitement of his previous adventures, he used the time to focus on mastering the Tyrant Style and completing the inscription of books from Tibari's library. The days were monotonous, but Ludwig remained diligent, knowing that every moment of training brought him closer to his goals.

The student council, meanwhile, had made little progress in solving the murders. Hubert's family had come to collect his body, and Ludwig had witnessed their grief firsthand. Though he couldn't feel the same sorrow, he understood the weight of their loss. It was a stark reminder of the fragility of life, even in a world filled with magic and monsters.

"You look rather bored," a familiar voice said, pulling Ludwig from his thoughts.

He turned to see Thomas, his spectral companion, floating beside him. "Oh, you woke up," Ludwig said, his tone casual.