"Hmm? What's the problem?" the Tower Master asked softly, her voice carrying that calm steadiness which always demanded attention.
The air shifted slightly, pressing with a subtle weight. Luca rubbed his thumb against the smooth surface of the working table before speaking. "I'm the only person with a spatial aura. So… if we want to mass produce these artifacts, how can we even do that?"
For a moment, silence lingered. Then, behind her veil, the Tower Master's lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Oh my my… you've already begun thinking of mass production and raking in profits?"
Heat crept to Luca's ears as he scratched the back of his head, laughing awkwardly. "Well… I don't exactly have money problems right now, but—who can complain about having more money, right?"
