The room was quiet once Aubrelle had gone.
Trafalgar stood near the desk for a moment, then raised one hand. Shadows gathered, folding inward as the Shadowlink Echo materialized in his palm. The artifact felt cool, familiar. He didn't hesitate. Mana flowed into it, steady and controlled, carrying a message shaped with care.
"Caelum," he said quietly. "Inform my father. I'm with Aubrelle au Rosenthal."
He cut the flow and let the Echo dim. The message was sent.
The response returned through the artifact, Caelum's voice crisp, as if distance meant nothing.
"Young master, understood. However, this relationship will not be as simple as the one you have with Mayla. House Rosenthal will demand formality. A commitment will be expected. Most likely an engagement, followed by marriage."
Trafalgar remained still, listening.
