The Thestral carriage turned back toward New York City.
High above the clouds, Grindelwald tightened his grip around his wand and began to weave a tracking spell, thin threads of dark magic spiraling from its tip.
This was not a reaction born of rage.
It was a year of confinement.
A year of humiliation and a year of ideological 're-education.'
He had bent and he had obeyed… but never once had he truly submitted. No tyrant worth the name would.
Grindelwald had done something forbidden even among dark wizards.
He had split himself.
Using ancient mind-magic, he crafted a secondary persona.. a mask of obedience and restraint. That identity had spoken to Garfield.
That identity had endured the 'lessons.' That version had smiled, bowed, and listened while his true self slept.
He left one command buried in the false mind… when the British Ministry takes the chains, I awaken.
And now… a near-invisible magical mark ignited in the air above New York.
Grindelwald felt it as he turned the Thestrals and guided the carriage toward the signal.
Below him, a quiet building slept in the darkness:
High Claw Gold & Exorcism Shop. The lights were off.
Grindelwald hovered above it, smiling.
"So," He raised his wand. "You hide behind walls and children's wards, orange beast?"
His voice twisted with delight. "Feel the wrath of Gellert Grindelwald."
With a violent flick of his wrist, the air warped.
Flames ripped themselves from nothingness … dozens at first, then hundreds colliding and merging into a colossal dragon of fire.
The dragon formed and struck.
But the world did not burn.
Instead, a translucent, circular barrier shimmered into existence over the shop.
The fire dragon smashed into it and was swallowed whole, the flames vanishing into the magic circle as if devoured.
"…What?" Grindelwald breathed.
So, the cat had prepared… good. That made it more satisfying.
He lifted his wand again. Dark metal-like edges unfolded along its shaft as it began to pulse with unstable light.
"If one dragon cannot burn you…" He murmured, "…then I will send a god."
…
Garfield already stood awake.
The moment Grindelwald had crossed the Atlantic, the implanted detection spells flared to life in Garfield's senses.
The year of 'lessons' hadn't been charity.
He had branded Grindelwald in ways the wizard would never discover.
Tracking and protection.
The shop itself wasn't special.
Without the circle, demons or rogue black wizards could've flattened it long ago.
But the magic circle was.
Half a year of studying the Kamar-Taj archives. Countless failed prototypes and layers of conversion arrays.
It led to this mouth creation, and it devoured hostile energy and converted it to power.
It could even withstand a million-ton bomb? Garfield shrugged internally. He was too lazy to argue with imaginary critics.
Rin's eyes sparkled as she watched the roof tremble.
"He's not leaving," She said eagerly. "Should I go teach him a lesson?"
Her combat level had long surpassed ordinary fighters… easily elite Chunin class.
To her, a wand-waving wizard felt painfully slow.
"No." Garfield lowered her hand gently.
Rin blinked.
"Grindelwald isn't stupid," Garfield said calmly. "He's the kind who walks into battle wearing ten traps and five escape spells."
He glanced upward, sensing the growing pressure in the air. "If you punch him, you won't hit him."
Rin's shoulders drooped slightly. "…Then what should we do?"
Garfield turned calmly to the two figures standing by the wall.
"Lilith. Vivienne."
The sisters straightened at once. "King Garfield."
He pointed toward the ceiling, where the pressure in the air had grown heavy.
"Go teach him what it means to challenge the boss," Garfield said flatly. "Don't kill him. History still needs him alive."
"Yes, King Garfield." Their smiles widened. "The mission will be perfectly completed."
Their bodies dissolved into streaks of pale light.
…
The night air twisted.
Grindelwald felt a warning ran down his spine, and he turned sharply~
Two figures now stood beside him.
Gold hair and Silver hair.
Their eyes burned with a infernal glow.
His spell was already half-formed in the air and stopping now would tear it apart inside him.
He activated the layered defensive sigils chained around his body.
They didn't even slow the sisters down. Lilith and Vivienne extended their hands.
The shields shattered silently… ceasing to exist.
Their fists struck at the same time.
One left. One right.
Grindelwald folded as air blasted from his lungs. The backlash from his interrupted spell ripped through his magic core.
Blood gathered at the corner of his mouth. He did not ask who they were nor did he scream.
He vanished in a quick apparition.
The world twisted and a circular sigil appeared in the air above him the moment he reappeared.
Branded.
"…That orange cat," He gasped.
Immediately afterward, Lilith and Vivienne materialized beside Grindelwald, each seizing one of his arms in a grip that ignored both physics and mercy.
"Grindelwald, yo."
"Offending King Garfield earns you a one-way ticket to hell!"
"But don't worry, King Garfield is merciful. He wants us to spare your life."
"Punishment? Oh, that's still happening."
Before Grindelwald could react, Lilith kicked the wand clean out of his hand.
Vivienne yanked him forward, sending a spike of agony tearing through his soul.
What followed did not resemble combat so much as demonic acrobatic mugging.
The succubus sisters unleashed the full arsenal of 'Loli Love' martial arts taught by Rin… a style whose sweet name did nothing to soften its brutality.
Fists, heels, elbows, knees… a lyrical, rhythmic barrage turning Grindelwald into a training dummy.
Then they grabbed him, one by the collar and one by the belt, and leapt.
What began as a jump became a whirlwind of spinning and twisting in a twenty-four revolutions in midair, each twist wringing another groan out of the Dark Lord.
By the time they touched back down, Grindelwald's eyes had rolled in different directions.
His spirit and body felt liquefied. His dignity had fled the scene several minutes ago.
And then, as a final gesture of contempt, the sisters hurled him onto the waiting Thestral drawn carriage.
The Thestrals recoiled, as Grindelwald collapsed like a limp sack of despair and vomit.
Lilith and Vivienne sneered down at him.
"This piece of trash dared against King Garfield?"
"He's lucky he's still breathing."
(￣_,￣)
Their timing was perfect… which is to say, dangerous. Through their telepathic link, Garfield's voice flickered into their minds.
'Stop playing around. The Ministry of Magic is arriving. Have the Thestrals take him to Europe now.'
Lilith immediately relayed the command to the lead Thestral.
With a shudder, wings flaring, the spectral beasts lurched into motion. The carriage rose, wobbling under its unpleasant cargo, and vanished into the clouds.
And the very instant Grindelwald disappeared…
Seraphina Picquery arrived in front of Garfield's shop with a squad of Aurors.
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