There are few ways to maintain one's industry position when there is a possibility of losing to competitors.
They either have to concede some of their profits or find strong external support.
This vacation was originally just a simple vacation, but the grand occasion of the Gwent launch last month changed everything.
Rosier, Greengrass, Weasley, Diggory, Scamander, Dumbledore...
The fact that even the Britain Minister for Magic and the President of the International Alchemy Association publicly endorsed Vincent is enough to prove just how capable this Muggle-born truly is.
It's understandable that the Shingu Family might have some wicked thoughts at the young age of 12.
From the moment they first met during summer vacation, Rinne knew that Vincent was far more mature than a child.
Despite not gaining the upper hand against the formidable Wizard Cards, Gwent is not far behind.
"It's not that the Shingu Family needs my help, but that you need my help."
She unconsciously eased off the accelerator a little. "My family doesn't believe you. They're all thinking of using your fame to delay Abe and the Ashiya family."
Their objective has indeed been achieved, and they are now filled with suspicion.
Vincent is contemplating the gains and losses.
Offering help in times of need is always better than adding to someone's already good fortune.
If the Shingu Family survives, or even uses this opportunity to extend their influence into the Magic Institute and the Ministry of Magic...
How do you want me to help you?
Rinne stepped on the brakes and pulled the car over to the side of the road.
She pursed her lips, wanting to speak but not daring to.
This situation usually occurs for a rather difficult reason.
"Speak." Listen first, then make a decision.
However, Rinne seemed a little shy...
He was very clear about the differences between Eastern and Western cultures.
Generally speaking, a loss is a loss.
But the Yamato people have always been particularly sickly.
An evenly matched opponent will commit seppuku, while a completely defeated opponent will kneel down and lick the wound.
Wizards may not be at that level, but arranged marriages are very likely.
Since it's a person, it's pretty much certain.
Five Toyota Century cars slowly drove by.
"Um—" she stammered, refusing to say anything.
Material things are external, while emotions are internal.
It's not that I'm embarrassed, it's that I feel awkward.
If the Shingu Family loses completely, she will be given to the victor as "spoils of war"?
Even if she is the only child of the main family and the heir of the entire clan?
Pretty close.
So when a more outstanding and promising candidate comes along, the Shingu Family will have to think it over carefully.
Rinne stole a glance at Vincent.
This is a Dumbledore genius.
She didn't know what the future held, only that of all the people she knew, this was the one she couldn't understand the most.
Perhaps it has something to do with her being a natural-born master of Occlumency, but she prefers to trust her intuition.
Vincent is no ordinary man.
Unconventional and imaginative.
She mustered her courage, but her gaze was somewhat evasive. "I need your help to keep my family calm."
"Sure, but what kind of relationship?"
"I—I haven't decided yet."
The relationship between people is strongest when there is no conflict of interest or when there is something to gain.
The Shingu Family may not marry into Muggle-born into the family.
Unfortunately, even if it's just for show, Vincent doesn't intend to follow Grindelwald's approach.
"As long as Abe and Ashiya lose, you'll still be the same old Lady Jingu, right?"
"Yes."
It may seem like a thankless task, but there are actually many benefits to be gained.
Bringing her into his camp would be tantamount to bringing the entire Shingu Family into the fold.
Vincent's lips curled up slightly. "You were the one investing in me before, but now it seems like I'm the one investing in you."
Rinne met his deep blue eyes and was no longer as nervous as before.
"It's still uncertain who will invest in whom right now."
"I am confident."
"I have one too."
Judging from Vincent's current momentum, he may grow into a towering tree in two years.
But as the heir to the Shingu Family, Rinne has her own pride.
The roar of the engine filled the air as the wine-red Japanese war machine sped off.
In less than three minutes, at a speed of nearly 200 miles per hour, it was once again in the lead.
The Shingu Family Estate located in Katsushika Ward in eastern Tokyo Metropolis.
Near the Edo River, there is an old street called Shibamata.
Compared to the bustling Tokyo Metropolis, there are no dense crowds here, only a leisurely atmosphere bearing the marks of time.
It seems to have emerged from the vicissitudes of time, deeply engraved with the imprint of the era.
The burgundy GT-R slowly drove through a shopping street lined with two-story wooden bungalows.
In one of the Toyota Century cars following behind, Hermione excitedly flipped through the travel guide she had painstakingly prepared for a week.
"This old street is the filming location for 'Otoko wa Tsurai yo,' which is currently the world's longest film series, with a total of 45 films."
Daphne, who was puzzled but impressed, looked out the window.
Although you only pass by it from the side, Shibamata Shopping Street, like Diagon Alley, seems out of place in the modern city outside.
"Is this the girl's home?"
Hermione's little hand trembled, and she almost dropped the notebook.
"I think so."
A man and a woman were sitting alone in a car.
Although it was hard to see clearly when they stopped by the roadside, they were both obviously sitting down.
She shook her head slightly. "At first, I didn't find it strange because I thought Vincent's friend was male."
"Me too." Daphne turned her gaze away from the window. "Private jets, top-of-the-line luxury cars, I even thought they were Muggle-born wizard."
With such a large-scale event at the airport, it couldn't possibly be an expression of enthusiasm for Vincent.
A cool and sassy young lady...
"Could it be that they're after him?"
Hermione clenched the notebook in her hand. "The possibility is not low, but I am more inclined to believe that he is being used."
As a young lady herself, Daphne understood her meaning after a moment's thought.
She is not Muggle-born witch, but a witch from a large wizarding family.
Since there is a family involved, the purpose is not pure.
What if that young lady wants to use Vincent's fame to further elevate the family's status?
Daphne took her small hand. "We still know too little."
Vincent should have realized that he was very calm when he got into her car.
Hermione loosened her grip on the notebook. "It's not that I don't trust him, it's just that the feeling that girl gave me was too—too—"
"Too unattainable, isn't it?"
She nodded her little head somewhat nervously.
Daphne took her little hand. "So what do you think of Vincent?"
No matter how unapproachable Rinne may seem, she did indeed take advantage of Vincent.
"He—I only just realized where he was better than me."
Hermione has always felt a little inferior since starting school.
Making friends with Daphne isn't a problem, after all, the Greengrass Family's influence is limited to the Wizarding World, and it hasn't been fully demonstrated.
When it was Rinne's turn, she could no longer maintain a calm demeanor.
Vincent's ability to know these people and interact with them on a seemingly equal footing undoubtedly demonstrates a much stronger capacity for resilience than hers.