Ludger let out a slow breath and rested his elbows on his knees. “The wall work? That’s just the surface. Torvares didn’t drag me out here only to patch stones. He knows I don’t do charity.”

Elaine tilted her head but stayed silent, letting him speak. Arslan leaned back, arms crossed, eyes narrowing with interest.

“I owe him and he owes me,” Ludger went on. “He gave me room to train under Gaius, and he’s been slipping me potions and supplies without charging market prices. In return, I reinforce this border town so it doesn’t collapse when the next barbarian wave hits. But the real favor…” His lips twitched faintly. “…the real favor is what comes next.”

He reached over to the low table and dragged a fingertip through the thin layer of dust, sketching a quick outline of the town. “I’m building more than walls. Underneath the foundations, I’m carving a hidden tunnel network. Supply routes, evacuation routes, kill corridors if it comes to it. Nobody but Torvares and his crew knows the full layout.”

Elaine’s brows knit. “You’re digging tunnels?”

“Not just digging.” Ludger’s eyes sharpened. “Structuring. Reinforced choke points, blind angles, places to collapse at will. It’s a lever I can pull if the town gets taken or if Torvares needs an edge.”

He sat back, wiping the dust off his hands. “And while I’m doing that, I’m planting the seed for my own guild. Not some glory-seeking merc band — a real guild. One built around labyrinth work, building projects, and defense contracts. Something that can fight, but also repair and fortify. We clear dungeons, we secure towns, we build safe zones. Everyone else chases treasure and kills monsters; we’ll be the people who make sure the world doesn’t fall apart afterwards.”

Arslan’s brows rose slightly at that. Elaine just stared at him, her expression unreadable.

Ludger shrugged, a small smirk flicking across his face. “Torvares gets a fortress and a hidden ace under his town. I get a launch point and a reputation as the kid who can do what full-grown mages can’t. The guild becomes the go-to name for anyone serious about surviving labyrinth incursions and other serious stuff.”

He leaned back against the tent pole, eyes half-lidded but voice firm. “That’s the plan. Build fast, build smart, keep my promises, and walk away with a guild no one can ignore.”

For a heartbeat the tent was silent except for the faint murmur of the camp outside.

“That’s what I’ve been doing out here,” Ludger finished. “It’s not just favors. It’s groundwork.”

Elaine’s fingers tightened on her cup as she listened. When Ludger finished, she stared at him for a long moment, her lips parting just slightly. “You’re talking about running supply lines, choke points, contracts…” she said softly. “Ludger, you’re not even ten. Most adults wouldn’t work like this in their entire lives.”

Arslan let out a low whistle. “Saints, Luds.” He leaned back on the bench, arms still crossed but his expression a mix of pride and disbelief. “I came here thinking I’d have to pull you out of trouble, and instead you’re already laying better foundations for the guild.” He shook his head, half-smiling. “I don’t know whether to be proud or scared.”

Elaine’s voice was steadier now, but her eyes stayed sharp. “You’re making yourself a target with this,” she said. “Power, influence, tunnels, guilds… the kind of people you’re describing won’t take kindly to a child building an army out here.”

Ludger only shrugged, but he felt the weight of her words. In his head, a flicker of thought rose unbidden: Maybe I used too pretty words. Once, not long ago, it had been simple — he wanted power, money, influence to protect the handful of people he cared about. But the moment he’d opened his mouth, the plan had rolled out in polished phrases like a seasoned tactician’s briefing.

He wasn’t sure when he’d started talking like that, or why.

He gave his mother a faint, crooked smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’ll be careful,” he said. “You can both relax. For now, it’s just stone and sweat.”

Elaine and Arslan exchanged a look across the table, each seeing the same thing: a boy with dust on his boots and eyes far older than they should have been, building more than walls without even realizing how far he’d already gone.

Ludger caught the way his mother’s knuckles whitened around her cup and the crease in his father’s brow. The heavy mood in the tent hung there like damp canvas. So he did what he always did when things started feeling too heavy.

He let the corner of his mouth curl up into that familiar, crooked smirk. The one that always drove Viola crazy. “Relax,” he said, voice slipping back into its dry rhythm. “I’ll be fine.”

He leaned back a little, gesturing vaguely at the walls outside. “I’ve had a lot of excellent teachers. Gaius, Father, Aronia, a few labyrinths that tried to kill me…” The smirk deepened. “It’s going to take more than a few ruffians with crossbows to scare me. Or even scratch me.”

Arslan exhaled through his nose, the tension in his shoulders easing. Elaine’s lips pressed together, but her grip on the cup loosened.

“That’s more like you,” Arslan muttered, a small smile tugging at his own mouth.

Elaine gave her son a long look. He still had dust on his tunic and circles under his eyes, but the cocky edge in his voice sounded like him again. For the first time since stepping off the carriage, she let herself breathe a little easier.

Ludger’s smirk stayed in place as he poured them more water. “See?” he said lightly. “I’m still me.”

Elaine watched her son over the rim of her cup as he poured more of the water, that crooked little smirk back on his face. It always unsettled her, that expression. Not because it was ugly or false — but because it was so completely Ludger.

She’d long told herself he must have picked it up from someone else. Maybe one of Arslan’s old drinking buddies, maybe some rough-edged mercenary he’d seen around. But the truth was, from as far back as she could remember, he’d had that same look — a lopsided, knowing grin that made him seem older, like a boy playing at being a veteran and somehow pulling it off.

It was a little concerning. Most children his age wore open smiles or sulks, not this half-predatory curl of the lips. But at the same time, she couldn’t deny what it meant: confidence. Not the empty swagger of a spoiled noble’s heir, but a confidence with weight behind it, supported by skill, training, and scars. Bigger than a mountain and stubborn as bedrock.

Elaine sighed softly, brushing a thumb over the edge of her cup. At least he believes in himself, she thought. And at least he’s got the strength to back it up.

Across from her, Ludger caught her gaze and the smirk twitched just a little wider, as if he could read every thought she’d just had.

Elaine rose from the bench, smoothing her skirts with one hand. Her eyes lingered on the seamless wall visible through the tent flap, then on her son. “All right,” she said at last, voice softer but steady. “We’ll go back. I’ve seen enough to know you’re fine…and that you’ll keep being fine.”

Before Ludger could respond, she stepped forward and wrapped him in the same rib-cracking hug she’d been giving him since he was small. Dust puffed off his tunic as she squeezed, ignoring his stiff posture. For a heartbeat, all the fortress-building and assassination attempts melted away; he was just a boy being held by his mother.

“Don’t work yourself to death,” she murmured against his ear. “Be careful. Being confident is good…but don’t turn it into arrogance.” She leaned back enough to look at him, one hand still on his shoulder. A faint, wry smile tugged at her mouth. “Though maybe it’s already too late to tell you that.”

Ludger chuckled under his breath, returning the hug briefly before slipping free. The smirk flickered back into place as he looked at her. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said.

Elaine gave his cheek a quick pat and turned toward the flap where Arslan was already waiting. Outside, the carriage stood ready to take them home. Inside, the tent smelled of stone dust and fresh water, and a boy with eyes older than his years watched his parents leave, already planning the next layer of the wall.

As Elaine moved toward the tent flap, Arslan hung back for a beat, watching his son over the rim of a faint grin. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, thumb tapping against the guard — a habit from years of sparring.

“While you’re out here playing with mud,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “I’ll be back home training and keeping an eye on your mother. Getting stronger, too.” He straightened, mock-serious now. “Next bout we have? It won’t be like last time. For me it’ll be a cakewalk.”

Ludger arched an eyebrow, dust still clinging to his tunic. “Cakewalk, huh?” he said dryly, smirk tugging at his lips. “Big words for someone who couldn’t land a clean hit last time.”

Arslan chuckled, stepping closer to clap a calloused hand on his son’s shoulder. “Keep that mouth sharp. I like a challenge.” His eyes glinted with pride beneath the joking tone. “Don’t get too comfortable behind your walls, Luds. I’m coming for that win.”

Ludger gave a small shrug, still smirking. “Then I’d better hurry up here so you have someone worth fighting when you’re done.”

The two locked eyes for a moment — father and son, both stubborn, both planning their next move — before Arslan laughed and turned to follow Elaine out of the tent.

Dust swirled in the air as the flap fell shut behind them, leaving Ludger with his smirk, the faint echo of his father’s challenge, and the fortress rising outside.

After a while Captain Darnell caught sight of the carriage rolling toward the town gate. Elaine and Arslan sat inside with the small escort of Torvares’s household guards riding alongside — the extra protection the baron had sent as soon as he’d heard about the assassination attempt. The whole column moved out under the morning sun, the banner snapping faintly in the wind until it vanished beyond the palisade.

A few minutes later Ludger stepped out of his tent, gloves back on, dust already streaking his sleeves again. He didn’t even watch the carriage disappear; he just started toward the unfinished stretch of wall, boots crunching over the packed earth.

Darnell fell in beside him. “Everything good?” the captain asked.

Ludger only gave a loose shrug without slowing his pace. “They got the peace of mind they wanted,” he said flatly. “Now I just have to work to make sure it stays that way.”

He pressed a palm to the ground and mana hummed up through his fingers. Another section of foundation shifted under his will, the boy already sinking back into the rhythm that had turned a border town into a fortress.

Darnell watched him for a beat, then nodded silently and moved to clear the area.

The carriage jolted gently as it rolled away from the border town. Inside, the noise of hooves and wheels was a steady backdrop while Arslan and Elaine sat across from each other, both looking out the window at the walls Ludger had built.

Arslan was the first to break the silence. “He’s something else,” he said, a note of pride under his gruff tone. “When I saw him out there shaping stone like that… I’ve fought beside veteran mages who couldn’t do half of what he’s doing now. And he handled that assassin like a grown warrior, not a child.”

Elaine’s eyes stayed on the passing countryside. “He’s grown strong,” she murmured. “Stronger than I thought possible.” She paused, then her fingers tightened around the edge of the seat. “But seeing him like that, with those eyes… part of me feels like I’ve failed him.”

Arslan turned his head, frowning. “Failed him?”

“I spent years raising him alone while you were away,” she said softly. “I did what I had to, but maybe all that time taught him he couldn’t lean on anyone. That he had to handle everything himself.” She blinked hard, watching the road blur past. “It’s good he’s independent. But at his age he should still believe someone can protect him.”

Arslan was quiet for a long moment, then reached across the carriage to rest a calloused hand over hers. “He’s alive because of what you gave him,” he said. “He’s confident because he knows you fought for him. Don’t twist that into a failure.”

Elaine let out a small, shaky sigh. “Maybe,” she whispered. “I just… I wanted him to have a childhood, not a war council.”

Arslan squeezed her hand once, eyes back on the fading silhouette of the fortress behind them. “He’s still our boy,” he said quietly. “And whatever he’s building out there, we’ll make sure he doesn’t forget that.”

Arslan kept his hand over hers for a moment longer, then leaned back against the seat with a low breath. “Elaine,” he said quietly, “there are people like that. Every hundred years or so, one of them shows up — a person who grows too fast, who doesn’t fit inside the world they were born into. They outstrip everyone around them and end up changing everything.”

He glanced out the window at the last glimpse of Ludger’s walls rising against the horizon. “You can’t shield someone like that from what’s coming. You can only give them a base strong enough to stand on while they build their own future.”

Elaine’s eyes stayed on the dust road ahead, her fingers still curled in her lap. “And that’s what he’s doing,” she murmured. “Building his own future.”

Arslan nodded slowly. “We may want him to stay a child a little longer, but he’s already past that. All we can do now is make sure he knows we’re there, even if he doesn’t lean on us.”

Elaine exhaled, some of the tension in her shoulders easing. “I just hope he doesn’t carry all of it alone.”

Arslan gave a faint, wry smile. “If he’s anything like you,” he said, “he won’t. He’ll carry what he must, and he’ll build the rest himself.”

The carriage rattled on, the border town shrinking behind them, and inside the two parents sat in silence, thinking of the boy shaping stone and shaping a life too big for his years.

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