The air around Carnatia seemed to differ as she asked Ludvig about whatever insight he gleaned. For a moment it gave him goosebumps, for it was the exact same air with which Carnatia sliced that hangman's calves with pure haste and accuracy.
Surely she wouldn't dare, would she? Not with two people and a horse galloping between them, surely?

He sighed relief as her attention moved back to Carmen, but the air wasn't fading. Ludvig at this point was curious; it seemed like bloodlust, but it may be more accurate to call a zone or a flow state, when one's focus and senses are heightened. Quite nostalgic for him; although to see someone control it, forcibly put themselves in that state--even by using mana--is an underrated feat.

Not like anyone would know, especially those two behind his horse, still bickering about he supposes whether or not they should've killed those soldiers back there. He rubs the back of his horse's nape, urging it to slow down a bit as he stands.
He stands, on top of the moving horse.
He walks back and sits on its hip, cross-legged. Right arm elbowing his knee, supporting his cheek.

To call it bickering is disservice as Amaris unloads with a wave of emotions. Indeed a topic too deep in her heart, though Ludvig felt it to be a little misguided.
Also he found it slightly hilarious that the roles seem incredibly reversed, just based on their outward personalities.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup][indent]"Ladies, can I sneak in here real quick? Just to say, I'm leaning more towards agreeing with my dearest Amaris, but you don't really have to kill [i]everybody[/i]."[/indent]
He gestures his right thumb across his neck with a snap at the end. During his monologue, he unsheathes his dagger and spins it on his left palm.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup][indent]"Just the head is fine.
Steadily instill fear into the people below them, as you sow anarchy, and chaos.
Even if a head dares to regrow, just keep snipping at it until the organization dissolves itself, and the rest live their remaining lives scarred and scared. Some would say it can be worse than death, and stress is kind of a silent killer.
That's what I would do, anyway. For dealing with corruption."[/indent]
Sheathes the dagger back and shrugs.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup][indent]"Not all of us are capable of massacre. It'll look better on the news papers too, and you won't have some overbearing church-types knocking at your door putting cursed robes on your head."[/indent]
There's no telling if he's speaking from experience or just acting to look cool in front of the women--an effect that has to be currently being actively countered by unintendedly insulting said women.

Before either of them can begin mulling anything over, he speaks again.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup][indent]"Like, those soldiers back there, they were working at the behest of the Ealdorman, weren't they?"[/indent]
He glances back for a bit, making sure Carmen's not paying attention.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup][indent]"Then just kill the Ealdorman."[/indent]