Inside Malfoy Manor, Ith and Lucius walked side by side. Ith's steps were light, and he hummed a little tune, looking entirely at ease. Meanwhile, Lucius maintained his usual noble and elegant demeanor, though when he was close to Ith, his chin lifted slightly, and his eyes could hardly conceal a trace of tension.
"Lucius," Ith said, hands in his pockets, turning his head to look at the man beside him with a playful smile at the corner of his lips. "How does it feel to be Voldemort's rising star lately? If you could put aside that pure-blood arrogance of yours and go subdue the giants yourself, perhaps your standing could reach even greater heights."
Hearing this, Lucius felt a pang of anxiety, assuming Ith was about to discipline him. He hurriedly tried to explain, but Ith seemed to have no intention of giving him the chance, continuing, "Still, you handled that reporter quite capably. Without the threat of the Death Eaters, she wouldn't have made up her mind so quickly. There will be results from the Ministry of Magic soon enough, and Voldemort will surely reward you properly for your efforts."
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