Klein Grindelwald.
Klein Grindelwald again?
Karkaroff couldn't understand it. Why had he been crossing paths with that name so much lately?
"You have a problem?"
Seeing Karkaroff's strange expression, Voldemort thought the man had developed ideas he shouldn't have, and his voice turned ice-cold.
"N-no, I wouldn't dare!
Great Master, I was only thinking about how I could help you get what you want."
Karkaroff panicked when he saw Voldemort getting impatient.
Whatever the reason, staying alive was what mattered!
Once he understood what was at stake, he shamelessly played the lackey, forcing out an ugly, ingratiating smile and revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
"Hmph!"
Voldemort wasn't buying it.
The art of ruling subordinates lay in combining kindness with authority.
With a cold snort, Karkaroff was struck as if by lightning, collapsing to the ground and rolling around in agony.
"Master! Please stop! I know I was wrong! Please!"
Voldemort's face darkened. He ignored Karkaroff's pleas.
After tormenting him for a while, Voldemort's anger finally subsided. Only then did he withdraw his magic and speak in a low voice.
"Mind your own business, Igor. Don't try to play games with me.
I'm giving you a chance not because you're stupid, but because I'm merciful. Understand?"
"I understand, I understand, Master. I'm deeply grateful for your mercy."
Karkaroff's robes were covered in dirt, leaving him looking utterly disheveled.
But at a time like this, he didn't dare do anything but sing Voldemort's praises.
"Good. You're a clever man, Karkaroff—too clever for your own good. A little humility would make you much more likable."
Voldemort sneered and returned to his seat.
He waved a hand.
"That's all for today. You may go. Wait for my next summons."
"Yes, merciful Master. I await your next summons at all times."
Though he'd suffered