Pride

"Well, that's done," Ludwig said, leaning back against the cold stone wall. His eyes flicked upward to the screen, where the red number had decreased by one.

The rest of the students noticed the change as well, their eyes darting between Ludwig and the screen. Ludwig, however, seemed entirely unfazed. He simply sat in the corner, his posture relaxed, as if the chaos around him was nothing more than background noise.

"Ludwig," both Minerva and her clone approached him, their voices overlapping perfectly. "You look rather relaxed," they said in unison.

"Of course," Ludwig replied, his tone casual. "Because I'm already in the clear."

"But the trial won't end until all the clones are eliminated," Minerva pointed out, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"I know," Ludwig said, shrugging. "I can just wait until everyone figures their own way out. In the end, I'll pass."

"That's rather convenient," Bron interjected, his voice laced with suspicion.