Chapter 463 - Acolytes Ⅲ (1/2)
Inside the pub in the muggle town of Tintwell, Reginald studies the three hooded Acolytes sitting before him, Grimmson, Krafft, and MacDuff. Staring down his nose at them, he says, ”It would seem that the rumors of your deaths are simply just that.”
”It is to be expected,” the rough, cold merciless voice of Grimmson answered, ”with the fall of Gellert.”
”Traitor,” spat, the medium-sized wizard known as Krafft.
”Traitor?” Reginald coldly smirked as if he found the comment rather funny, before coldly leaning forward. ”I did not betray him, nor did I fight against him. And unlike all three of you, I did not have the luxury to belong to the cause out of mere pleasure or belief. I was the last living male descendant of the Prince family line, and I had a duty to fulfill.”
The third and shortest figure, MacDuff clutches something in his pocket that looks like a lucky talisman of sorts, before leaning back into his chair. ”No one should know that we are still alive, Prince, old friend,” MacDuff cunningly remarked. ”Just how did you come to know of our existence? And just why have you arranged this clandestine meeting of sorts?”
Reginald leans back into his seat, before flashing a cold smile. ”It is amazing what one can buy if one knows the right person,” he truthfully answered. ”And as for the latter, I have several questions that I wish to have them answered.”
”And that is all you will ask Prince?” MacDuff sharply inquired. ”I nor any of us wish to have such another repeat. And we would respond in turn, Prince, do not take us lightly.”
”I do not,” Reginald icily replied with a dangerous glint in his gaze. ”But I can assure you, there will not be another repeat.”
MacDuff waves his spot marked hand as if convinced. ”Very well, ask away, Prince,” the elderly wizard rasped. ”But be warned, we may or may not choose to answer thine questions.”
”Understood,” Reginald coolly murmured, before leaning back into his seat. ”I am at present leading the Purebloods, and I wish to ascertain that none of the Acolytes will aid the dark wizard known as Lord Voldemort.”
Krafft lets out a sharp burst of laughter. ”The half-breed? Please, Prince, who do you take us for? Those foolish pureblood's, who know nothing of the world?!”
Suddenly leaning forward, Krafft slams his fist against the table. ”We like Gellert understood that for change to be possible action must be taken. We all understood that,” Kraff growled as he glared at Reginald. Because in his personal belief, Reginald was a coward to the cause for abandoning Gellert.
Seeing Reginald's cool expression, MacDuff pats the shoulder of his friend as if in consolation, before withdrawing his hand. However, MacDuff slyly says, ”Though, you would know would something of that would you not, Prince? Your daughter wed a muggle squib, and your two grandchildren are half-bloods are they not?”
Reginald's eyes grow frosty as he says, ”Half-bloods or not, they possess the best of the bloodline's that any British witch or wizard could ever aspire to possess.”