69novels Chapter 265 The Von Ansbach Family
Chapter 265 The Von Ansbach Family
Chapter 265 The Von Ansbach Family
Late at night, snowflakes fell outside the ancient castle. A young man in a black suit with his hair neatly combed stood at the door, with a rather young-looking house-elf standing beside him.
"Young Master Muller, your friend Miss Hamilton is almost here." He glanced at the young man who kept glancing at his watch and said, "There's no need for you to be in such a hurry—"
"I'm not in a hurry, Otto." Muller paused for a moment, then quickly pursed his lips. "I know I think she's a bit unpunctual."
"It's us who're late, young master," Otto muttered. "Because there's still an hour until the agreed time—"
"Otto—don't you want to work for the Ansbach family anymore?"
"Please forgive my rudeness, Master Muller." The house-elf gave a rather respectful bow, but with a smile on his face.
As Muller's personal house-elf, he has served the young man before him since birth, but Miss Hamilton is the first, and probably the only one, to make the young master so uneasy.
Otto blinked. If his young master wanted to pursue his happiness, he would do anything to cover for him.
No—no—the child before me—absolutely not—
Just over ten minutes later, Otto had this thought in his mind.
He looked at the clumsy girl in front of him, who almost tripped over the steps, and didn't know what to say—was this the type of girl the young master liked?
He was slow to move, spoke haltingly, and was wearing a rather inappropriate robe—Otto could even see the loose threads on it.
And she looks only two years old—could it be because she comes from the Hamilton family? But—looking at the girl's silver hair, Otto had already realized her identity.
Veela mixed-race — she's the one the men often talk about — that mixed-race freak who wants to rise to prominence by relying on the young master.
Seeing the somewhat heavy suitcase in her hand, Otto pursed his lips but still extended his hand out of politeness.
"No—no need—" The girl gave a slightly awkward smile. She seemed startled by Otto's sudden outstretched hand, but still—still pursed her lips and whispered, "Otto—Mr. Otto, hello."
"Otto—Mr.?" Otto paused for a moment, then his eyes widened slightly.
This was the first time he had ever heard someone call him that.
"I—I heard—Muller mention you before—" The girl's voice trailed off: "You are—Muller's friend—right?"
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"That's so...so good!"
"I'm not the young master's friend"—just as Otto was about to explain, he found himself holding a few candies.
"Christmas—a Christmas present," the girl muttered, blushing. She seemed to think that giving someone such a gift was a bit too stingy.
But Otto's eyes widened. Although he was considered young among house-raised Pokémon, this was indeed the first Christmas gift he had received from anyone other than Master Muller in the past ten years.
"Thank you, Miss Hamilton." He flipped his hand to collect the candy, then snapped his fingers and brushed the snow off the girl in front of him.
He also cut off the loose thread.
"Thank you, Otto." Watching him take the luggage, Muller nodded slightly. "You can help her put her luggage down first; she'll be staying here for a couple of days."
"I—" Muller paused, his expression turning somewhat grim, "I'll take her to meet my father and the others."
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Otto knew all too well why young master Muller looked so grim—but—after glancing at the girl's slightly uneasy smile, he still sincerely wished her well.
May Merlin bless you, Miss Hamilton—he nodded slightly, then snapped his fingers and disappeared.
As he put down his luggage, Otto took a deep breath—it has to be said, this young lady has quite a lot of luggage—could she have brought gifts for everyone in the Ansbach family?
Hopefully, they won't receive candy—after all—Otto couldn't help but shake his head at the thought of what that young lady might have to face.
Sometimes it's hard to say whether young Müller had given it much thought—or rather—whether his attempt was a bit too bold.
He shook his head and snapped his fingers. As his eyes lit up, he found himself no longer in the bedroom, but in a bright banquet hall.
The place was filled with members of the Ansbach family, but Otto sensed something was amiss as soon as he arrived.
Silence—Repression—Although the Ansbach family is a rather old-fashioned and strict traditional German wizarding aristocratic family, and even had a century-old military tradition before the secrecy regulations existed—this Christmas dinner was still too repressive.
The source was undoubtedly the uneasy girl sitting in the chair, and the young master beside her with a furrowed brow.
"Master—I reminded the young master, but he wouldn't listen to anything I said."
Otto could clearly hear what Müller's younger brother, the second son of the Ansbach family, who was standing next to the master, was saying.
"He insisted on bringing that mixed-race freak here," he said, clenching his fist slightly, "to defile the sacred bloodline of the Ansbach family."
"hehe----"
At that moment, Otto heard Müller's cold laughter. He seemed to hear his younger brother say something, or perhaps the second young master hadn't lowered his voice at all.
"Mateo, if you have something to say, just say it louder. There's no need for this pretentious acting." Muller said coldly as he slowly stood up. "I don't think even pure-blood families eat much the same things as mud-bloods, do they?"
"————" The young man called Matteo raised an eyebrow but did not speak. Instead, he looked at his father.
The head of the von Ansbach family, Götze von Ansbach.
“Father, I have already informed you of this matter, and I have obtained your consent, haven’t I?” Muller said slowly, “And I believe that Miss Loila Hamilton is an indispensable asset to Lord Grindelwald’s cause.”
"————" Lord Götz silently looked at the others in the banquet hall. With a glance from him, these relatives who had come to watch the show slowly got up and left.
Otto was forced to leave the banquet hall.
About ten minutes later, the banquet hall doors were suddenly pushed open. Otto saw Miss Hamilton with tears streaming down her face, and young Master Muller, who was clutching his wand and covered in blood, seemingly doing something.
"Take her away from here," Young Master Muller said angrily, his bloodied appearance startling Otto.
Young Master wouldn't be—
"This is my blood!" he emphasized, and only then did Otto feel his leg come back to life. He grabbed Miss Hamilton's hand and snapped his fingers.
He didn't know what had happened in the banquet hall, but this was the second to last time he had seen Miss Hamilton. Ironically, the last time he saw Miss Hamilton, she also had tears on her face.
And he was also with young master Muller.
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