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Ludovic listened closely as Absinth explained the survival strategies of flight, fight, or feint. Her emphasis on not letting pride dictate decisions, which he knew, he knew that survival often meant using cunning rather than force. Mother always made it clear you could use your intelligence just as dangerous as one would a sword.

Ludovic considered what principles he wouldn't compromise, the issues he would stand firm on no matter the cost. On the other hand, he also thought about what matters he could overlook for the sake of long-term survival and success. It was difficult to answer that now.

As Absinth finished, relaxing her posture and sharing a slight smirk, Ludovic met her gaze again. He thought about her stance on never apologizing for spoken words, wondering if he would be the same when he came of age. Was he so bold? Would he be? He felt like he was neither as daring as his sister Araxina or his brother Dracun, but neither was he so prudent as Sericea. Perhaps… he could morph himself into whatever mold he needed to fit—that was he would always be prepared for what lay ahead.


"Ludovic Praetor-Inferos"