"Why didn't you hand me over to that man just now?" Abigail asked. "He's your subordinate, isn't he? You should know that if you capture me, you'll get a great deal of intelligence on the Scourers."
"Intelligence on the Scourers?" Braun gave an inscrutable smile. "No, there's no need."
Abigail did not understand, but she did not want to say another word to this man.
"If you Acolytes don't intend to arrest me," she said with distant eyes and an even tone, "then I should be leaving."
Though her body was still weak, Abigail turned and walked away.
"Leaving?" Braun's voice sounded behind her as he calmly asked, "Miss Abigail, where can you go?"
Abigail stopped dead, her back stiffening.
That was right. Where could she go? Back to the Scourers? They probably had no place for her anymore.
Back to the Wizarding World? She recoiled from that possibility from the bottom of her heart.
After hesitating for a moment, Abigail still said, "I'm going back to New York."
"Oh?" Braun asked. "To find those companions who sold you out and keep risking your life for them? What touching loyalty... I'm practically moved to tears!"
His mocking tone knew exactly how to twist the knife in someone's heart.
Abigail did not retort. She merely said expressionlessly:
"My companions... not every one of them is a heartless bastard! They need to know Brolin's true face! Otherwise, it was me who was sold out today, but it could be someone else tomorrow!"
Even if she could not stand against Brolin's power, at the very least... she had to take her students away. They should not sink into hatred as she had and become tools for others to use.
Applause sounded behind her.
"Very admirable, Miss Abigail, but unfortunately..."
Brolin smiled, but the