Well, well. He changed his tune faster than turning a page.
But she liked it.
"Hmm..."
Hermione nodded slightly, acknowledging Sitwell's "loyalty."
"Since you're so cooperative..."
She took a Metal Bracer out of her pocket and handed it to Sitwell.
"What is this?" Sitwell accepted it carefully and asked with curiosity.
"A little trinket I made," Hermione said casually. "In a critical moment, it can heal its wearer's injuries. As long as you aren't killed instantly, it'll work."
"But it only works once."
Sitwell's eyes immediately widened.
A magic item!
And it could heal injuries?
This was practically a lifesaving miracle!
Overwhelmed with excitement, he hurriedly cradled the bracer in both hands, afraid he might drop it and break it. His expression made it clear he treasured it.
"This... this is far too valuable!"
Flattered by the unexpected favor, Sitwell hastily tried to decline, but he couldn't suppress the longing in his eyes.
"Keep it."
Hermione waved a hand and said indifferently, "It's just a little trinket to me. Do your job well, and there'll be plenty more good things coming your way."
Hermione casually dangled a promise without even thinking about it.
Hearing that, Sitwell was even more ecstatic.
He quickly slipped the bracer onto his wrist, constantly stroking it with his other hand.
"Thank you, Miss Wizard!"
He bowed deeply, looking as though he wanted to drop to his knees and kowtow to Hermione on the spot.
The metal felt cold against his wrist, but Sitwell's heart burned with excitement.
So what if he sucked up to her? Hadn't anyone heard that flattery paved the road to riches?
Keep sucking up, and eventually you'd have everything!
He had already made up his mind. Whatever happened, he would cling to Hermione's coattails and never let go.
As for Hydra?