After a long while, Will took a sip of tea to wet his throat, then gave his final instructions:
"That's the plan. Until I give permission, keep all Saints activities out of England. Anywhere else is fine, but remember, don't draw too much attention. Take your time. There's no need to rush."
Although Ludwig Ahrns had a rather imposing face, he now nodded repeatedly like one of Will's subordinates.
In truth, however, he was only doing so on Grindelwald's orders. He had no particularly deep loyalty to Will himself.
Will did not care much about that. He only needed the Saints to help lay the groundwork. These die-hard followers of Grindelwald held little significance for him beyond that.
Will needed wizards who believed in him, not wizards who believed in Grindelwald.
So, naturally, he would not take over the Saints—he was no one's shadow, nor a second version of anyone. He was himself: Will Behrens.
Once the arrangements were settled, something occurred to Will. He looked at Ahrns. "May I ask how Lina von Ahrns is related to you?"
"You know my daughter?" Ahrns looked very surprised.
"Your daughter?" Will was startled too.
"Yes. Lina is the daughter I worry about most. She won't even join the Saints. Has she disturbed you in some way? Or caused you any trouble? Rest assured, I'll have a proper word with her," Ahrns said hastily.
Will waved a hand. "No, no, that isn't what I meant. Do you know she's dating an English wizard?"
"I know something about it. I tried to stop her, but she refuses to let me interfere in her private life. Rest assured, I'll make sure she stops this and joins the Saints as soon as possible."
Will shook his head. Why was this German so rigid?
"You've misunderstood,