His voice carried genuine disbelief, as if he still couldn't accept that being famous was worse than being hunted. The chamber's cold air did nothing to cool his temper.
"I already have something for that. Give me your communication crystal," Silva said.
Silva's tone was practical, like he'd been expecting this request for a long time. His hand lifted, palm open, waiting without impatience.
Ludwig didn't hesitate in pulling the crystal, and once it was in Silva's hands, magic began.
The crystal glinted under the chamber's light as Silva worked. Tiny lines of magic formed and settled, neat and precise, the kind of craftsmanship that made the act look easy when it clearly wasn't.
"This will now allow you to teleport immediately to the tower. I linked it with your Master's main study."
Ludwig felt the faint warmth of the altered crystal when it returned to his palm, like it now remembered a destination.
"Thanks," Ludwig said as he added some mana to the crystal.
