"Seems like the choice is obvious, but it isn't stating that you cannot go against Necros…" Ludwig said.
He spoke without looking away from the text at first, then finally lifted his gaze to the lantern as if the object itself had written the line. The wording bothered him. It was too neat. Too carefully phrased. Ludwig didn't like holes in contracts, especially divine ones. His tone carried dry skepticism and a faint edge of accusation.
"That's a binding not to Necros, but to you. In case you yourself went against Necros, it wouldn't destroy me. The world is fair…"
The Lich's explanation came with a softness that felt almost mocking. Fair. Ludwig's lips pressed together. He'd seen "fairness" from this world and from Necros, and it always seemed to mean someone paid, not that justice was served.
The idea that the binding would protect the Lich if Ludwig ever went against Necros sat wrong in his chest, like a future being suggested too casually.
