"Father." Rasim Selwyn looked at the people in the courtyard. "Uncle Albert... Why are all of you here?"
"Because of you, of course!" Lysander looked his son over. "How are you? Did Murphy hurt you? We're going to sue him! Daring to kidnap an Auror—he's completely lawless! Now the evidence is conclusive. Let's see how he tries to argue his way out of this!"
"Father, what are you talking about?" Rasim stared blankly at Lysander. "How could Lord Murphy have kidnapped me? He just chatted with me. We got along very pleasantly!"
"Hm?" Lysander froze. "Chatted? Lord... Murphy?"
"Oh, right, I was just about to look for you, Father." Rasim gripped Lysander's hand and said excitedly, "I have something very important to discuss with you. Let's sell those magical creature shops that aren't making any money to Lord Murphy."
"He happens to need help in that area, and he said he'd pay us a large sum of money. This is such an honor! Do you understand, Father? Lord Murphy needs us. Lord Murphy is the future of wizards! Only at his side can we preserve our glory! And he has only just begun. He needs many people to help him. If we can be the first to join him, we'll definitely earn his favor!"
"We will enjoy endless glory!"
Lysander was so shocked that he let go of his son's hand at once.
What nonsense was he spouting?!
Who was this unfilial son?!
"The Imperius Curse! Murphy used the Imperius Curse on you, didn't he?!" Lysander thought of a possibility and turned pale with shock. "Don't be afraid, son. I'll lift the curse for you right now..."
"What are you talking about? How could I possibly be under the Imperius Curse..."
But Rasim did not stop Lysander's Finite Incantatem either.