@Zeroth@ERodeIsvelt's eyes widened like dinner plates when a pressure that could bend metal plates grasped his arms in a friendly embrace the same way a Saint Bernard would consider itself a lapdog and crush the poor owner's lap. The royal's entire weight was lifted off of the ground and was shaken around like he was laundry to be aired out. "You're welcome, you're welcome! Just please let go of my arms!" He cried out in desperation as he felt the air around him crack like a whip. As soon as he was placed back down, his arms felt like they were as crinkled as accordion folds.
Ludo looked quite amused with that cheeky grin of his.
This, now this puts a smile on my face He thought to himself with glee. Nothing felt better than doing good while actively screwing someone else over at the same time. Then again, it also felt good to just make someone's day just a bit better anyway, a thought that softened his smile.
However, this was what left him distracted while he was walking, and he bumped into someone by accident.
"Oh sorry, my bad. You okay?" He asked apologetically and what he got in return was this crazy blonde that reached for her book and in that moment his hand instinctively went down to his, but he halted. There were too many people, citizens, that could get hurt just from two mages fighting. Not only that, but there were also guards that would stop them from fighting and could possibly revoke his chance from participating the Magic Knights' Entrance Exam. The only thing he could do was wait to see how it played out.
That's when he made the very obvious connection; either this girl was completely delusional, or she was an actual noble. Then again, from his experience those two things went hand in hand. It was bad enough that he had to deal with the ball and chain cowering behind him, but now he had to deal with little miss sparkles. Ludo offered her no words, just a cold, defying glare.
His eyes followed her as she flew high into the air and landed on the building across from him, looking down on him on both literal and metaphorical level before she continued on her way, his gaze unwavering.
And then the tension was broken by Maverick's comment. Ludo looked at him with a smirk and said,
"What would it matter to you? You wouldn't be able to see them without glasses." Isvelt stepped forward confidently as if he was not hiding behind his manservant's back when conflict arose. "I'm surprised you let it slide. I thought you'd try something," he said with great suspicion.
Ludo's lips curled into a smirk at the young royal and lifted his hand up, holding a piece of cloth. The same piece of cloth from that girl's beaten up, filthy cloak.
"I wonder how long it will take for her to notice," he said with a snicker. It would have never occurred to her that a commoner could ever react to her, let alone counterattack, but if she wanted to try and talk mad shit then she should be ready to be receive it.
Ludo tossed the piece of cloth lazily onto the cobbled streets.
"What a moron. Hopefully that'll be the last I'll ever need to interact with her. I don't want to keep up with this pissing contest." He glanced towards his master.
"How about you go ahead and fraternize with your noble peers. I won't be far behind." At this point he just wanted an excuse for his boss to extend his ball and chain for a few minutes.