Van Dijk's calculating gaze lingered on Ludwig before flicking back to Olim. "Interesting things must have happened in the trial grounds," he remarked, his voice calm but laced with intrigue.
Olim smirked. "Oh, you could say that. I have a complete recording of everything that transpired. It's a monitored dungeon, after all." His expression turned slightly more serious as he looked at Ludwig. "But your actions beg a clear question, Ludwig. You used Necromancy—a practice considered foul and forbidden by the Empire's laws. Yet, you did so to save others, an act that commands respect. A morally just use of an immoral art."
Olim crossed his arms, his tone shifting to a mix of authority and begrudging approval. "Seeing the state of your arm, however, I'll refrain from chewing you out for now. Get yourself fixed up. Once you're done, I want a detailed written report on my desk. Explain why you chose to use necromancy and justify its application in this scenario. Understood?"
