Good Afternoon, Mr. Lucius Malfoy

Maidenhead neighbored Windsor, and the railway running through it had made the town a popular London commuter hub.

Lucius was in a manor on the banks of the Thames River. Though it was far less grand than the Malfoy Family estate, it was safe enough, as it had never been registered with the Ministry of Magic.

As time passed, Lucius grew increasingly uneasy.

According to the plan, the Dark wizards he had hired should have completed their task long ago.

Another ten minutes passed, yet there was still no news.

Just as he activated the projection screen to make an inquiry, a shadow suddenly appeared over the manor.

Lucius's gray pupils contracted at once as he watched in horror while a white figure smashed through the roof and landed before him.

"Good afternoon—" Vincent slowly removed the Imposter Mask. "Mr. Lucius Malfoy."

He casually tossed down an eyeball encased in silver frost.

Judging by its size, it seemed to have belonged to a human. The faintly emanating evil aura indicated that it was a Dark Magic artifact.

The black velvet carpet was exceptionally smooth, and the eyeball rolled all the way to Lucius's feet.

The smell of blood—an overpowering smell of blood.

Lucius stared fixedly at the frost-covered eyeball by his feet. It was the Dark Magic artifact he had purchased at great expense, capable of accurately locking onto and attacking a target.

Clearly, the operation had failed.

Those damned Dark wizards had no principles at all. They had actually revealed that he was their employer.

Vincent snapped his fingers, causing a chair beside Lucius to fly behind him.

He sat down with a smile. "How ironic, Mr. Malfoy. Your ancestor came to Britain with William the Conqueror, yet today, outside the castle he ordered built, I wiped out every