After Shawn finished speaking.
The Death Eaters all turned in unison to look at Selwyn, who was already trembling.
Selwyn shook as though he were having an epileptic fit, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, yet he lacked the courage to step forward.
After his terror reached its peak, he suddenly clung to the naive belief that there was no evidence against him anyway. It was all speculation, so the Dark Lord would not do anything to him.
Shawn shook his head slightly. There were always people who liked to bury their heads in the sand like ostriches. Did they think stubborn denial would save them?
That might work with Dumbledore, but this was the Dark Lord's territory. Who was going to reason with you here? Suspicion alone was enough.
Shawn did not act himself. He recalled the methods of managing subordinates that Vita had taught him.
Never issue cruel orders or impose harsh terms yourself, and certainly never dirty your own hands lightly.
Learn to cultivate blades and mouthpieces.
Every suggestion came from a subordinate; the leader merely accepted them "selectively."
If mistakes or resentment arose later, neither was the leader's fault.
All evil deeds were committed by the subordinates. The leader was merciful.
Shawn intended to practice on the Death Eaters today.
He turned his gaze toward Yaxley, startling him. But Shawn's next words immediately filled him with excitement.
"Loyal Yaxley, please root out the traitor for me and give him a tiny little punishment."
"Yes, master. Your loyal servant will not disappoint you."
Yaxley licked his lips, his expression instantly turning more vicious. Ruthless and a man of few words, he drew his wand and pointed it straight at Selwyn, who was trembling with his head bowed.
"Cruciatus Curse!"
A flash of white light passed.
**"Ah! Ah!