All he needed to do was infiltrate the upper ranks of the Magical Congress of the United States of America.
The Howard family would handle part of the Faith collection. For the rest, Will planned to gradually infiltrate the American Wizarding World's public relations department.
If it worked, all the better. If it didn't, establishing a magical university would become even more crucial.
After thinking it over, Will decided to visit the Howard family first.
He could not put off the matter of Muggle Faith any longer. He needed the old duke to summon everyone in charge for a full briefing—or rather, a purge and a selection.
That night, under a sky black as ink, Will left the Laboratory.
Will appeared in the old duke's Study.
The old duke sat in an armchair with a glass of Wine beside him, poring over an exceptionally thick book.
Will glanced at it. It was Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa's Three Books of Occult Philosophy.
At the sight of Will, the old duke immediately set down the book and rose.
"Mr. Behrens, you're back." The old duke's voice was respectful and steady. He did not know what Magic Will had used on him last time, but he felt several years younger.
Will nodded, sat down by the sofa, and made a languid gesture. A man who looked half-dead appeared on the floor.
Will got straight to the point. "I've dealt with what happened a few days ago. This is the man responsible."
The old duke bowed slightly, unsurprised. "I'm sorry for the trouble."
Still, he studied Jeffrey Rich. The man looked dazed, almost witless, as though he had witnessed something terrifying.
Seeing the old duke stare at Jeffrey Rich, Will explained, "His soul is no longer whole. Don't worry."
The old duke remembered what