"Your Eminence, you aren't hurt, are you? Did you deal with that Fallen?" Catherine rose anxiously when she saw Jerry return and carefully checked him for injuries.
Jerry smiled and patted Catherine's shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, Catherine. I'm fine. You know the Fallen can't use magic! Besides, Canterbury was there." He paused before adding, "Also, Catherine, I'd like you to call me by my name. There's no need to be so formal between us."
"No!" An even brighter smile bloomed on Catherine's lips at his suggestion, but despite usually obeying his every word, she refused.
"Your Eminence, why don't you tell me what happened in the warehouse?" Seeing that Jerry seemed about to insist, Catherine immediately changed the subject.
"There isn't really much to tell, except for an unexpected discovery at the end..." Jerry shook his head helplessly. Seeing how stubborn Catherine was, he let the matter drop and told her what had just happened in the warehouse, along with what he had learned about those scumbag congressmen in the Magical Congress of the United States of America.
"Wizards may be few compared to Muggles, but a few rotten apples are bound to turn up." After listening to Jerry's detailed account, Catherine's brows knitted tightly. "I'll notify Canterbury right away and have those disgusting vermin eliminated. Keeping them alive is just a waste of resources!"
"Wait," Jerry said, hastily stopping her. "Don't forget our main reason for coming to the United States. We can't jeopardize the bigger picture over something minor or create unnecessary complications!"
"So, Your Eminence, you mean..."
"You're right. Those people are disgusting, but do they really have much to do with us?" Jerry gently pulled Catherine closer and gripped her chin, his brows drawn together as he looked straight into her eyes. "I don't want anything