In the lounge of the Reichstag Ministry of Magic building, the lighting, partitions, and decorations were simple. The room was mainly gray with some shades of beige and black.
The head of the Reichstag Ministry of Magic, Heinrich Telemann, and his wife sat on the sofa in the lounge without saying a word. Their seven-year-old daughter was exhausted from the shock and fatigue of the war. The little girl was sleeping soundly on the sofa with a doll in her arms.
"My dear, there's no hope. Defeat is inevitable …" Telemann looked at his daughter with a hint of weakness. Then, his eyes were filled with hope. "I think … maybe, we can arrange for a few Aura to secretly escort us when we escape. Maybe we can leave Reichstag …"
"Mr. Gorlin has prepared a floating ship for himself … He has given up on driving it away from Reichstag." Mrs. Telemann, who had been very nervous, leaned back on the chair calmly. "Allen? Mr. Harris and his people have excellent prophecy abilities. It's hard to escape their predictions. Unless you're willing to live a life of darkness … Because of the Greek Fire, whether you're the culprit or not, the other countries are hostile to you. They won't help you hide … Heinrich, you'll give the Telemann family some dignity if you stay. "
The hope in Telemann's eyes dimmed. Unlike Gorlin, as the main participant, he had nowhere to run.
"Don't worry. As the wife of the Telemann family, Heinrich, I'll stay with you …" Mrs. Telemann put her hand on the back of her husband's hand. "Just like the wedding vows …"
"I don't want you to stay and see me being judged by the British …" Telemann held his wife's hand and muttered, "My dear, I don't want you to see me in such a sorry state … I don't want you to suffer with me … Besides, for the honor of the Telemann family, I can't be judged by Harris … Only death can save me from such humiliation …" He realized something was wrong. He looked up and said with fear and sadness, "You … You said you'll stay with me. Don't tell me you want to die with me! You don't have to … "
Mrs. Telman only looked at her husband, letting him see the determination in her eyes.
Realizing that his wife really wanted to live and die with him, Telman was touched. However, he was unwilling to continue persuading her. "My dear, you're still so young … Besides, there's still our daughter. She needs you to accompany and raise her …"
"I don't want to be separated from you. As for Magda … send her back to her hometown in Austria. My parents are still young. They will raise her." Mrs. Telman looked at her daughter reluctantly, but she held her husband's hand tightly and refused to let go. "The child did not participate in anything. The British will not do anything to such a young child and my parents."
Telman choked on his sobs, unable to speak as if something was stuck in his throat.
"Mister Gorlin has also prepared a Nautilus type floating ship for us." Mrs. Telman looked at her daughter's peaceful sleeping face with reluctance. She felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife. Her voice trembled as she said, "You can send a few of your reliable Auros to control it and send our daughter out safely. If a battle breaks out here, those curses might hurt …"
Telman knew his wife's personality very well. She looked gentle on the outside, but once she had made a decision, there was no way he could persuade her to change her mind. His heart was filled with indescribable sadness and frustration. He choked on his sobs and hugged his wife tightly.
Mrs. Telman tried to suppress her emotions in his arms, but tears kept flowing down her cheeks and her body was trembling.
After a while, when the two of them had calmed down a little, Telman pressed the bell on the table with red eyes. "Let Whitman in."
Then, Telman picked up the parchment on the table and opened it again. He tapped on it with his wand and erased a name. Then, he dipped his quill in ink and wrote Greem's name stroke by stroke. "I originally planned to let Dunitz succeed as the head of the Ministry of Magic after my death. Now that I think about it, when Hess was still the head of the Ministry of Magic, Greem and I had a good relationship for a period of time."
Someone knocked on the door politely three times, but to Telman and his wife, it was like a death knell. Mrs. Telman walked to the sofa where her daughter was and knelt on one knee. She gently stroked her daughter's black hair as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Whitman … It seems like I can't give you the position of Director of Aura anymore." Telman said apologetically to the middle-aged man who looked honest and old-fashioned.
After listening to Telman's words, the middle-aged Auror was acutely aware of what was going to happen next. His heart was filled with shock and sorrow for his old superior. He clenched his teeth tightly and suppressed his sadness, afraid that he would wake up the little girl who was sleeping soundly next to him.
After listening to Telman and his wife, Whitman lowered his voice and solemnly promised, "Don't worry, as long as I'm alive, I'll do my best to take care of Miss Telman … I'll live near Madam's old house and do some herbal work … I'll protect Miss Telman for the rest of my life …"
"You don't have to do that. Just send it safely … This is the biggest help you can give me …" Telman, who was a little touched, stopped the other party from continuing to speak. He took out a leather suitcase that was enchanted with a Traceless Expansion Spell from the drawer and took out three bags from it. "Please give two of them to my wife's parents when you arrive. You can keep one for yourself … I'm sorry, but I purposely didn't let you participate in it just to be safe. England shouldn't make things difficult for you …"
Whitman did not say anything. Instead, he saluted the current interim Minister and the former Director. He had made up his mind to fulfill his promise.
Telman and his wife maintained their elegance and solemnly saluted him back. They then moved aside.
The old-fashioned Aura did not go over immediately. Instead, he took off his Aura clothes and put on an ordinary wizard robe. He then carefully picked up his superior's child and strode out of the room.
As soon as the door closed, Telman spoke a few words into the communicator that looked like a bell. He then walked over to help his wife up. The two of them sat on the sofa and leaned against each other as if they were the only people in the world that they could rely on each other.
Telman hugged his wife deeply. The two of them then looked at each other. Telman looked into his wife's eyes in pain and tried to ask her one last question. However, Mrs. Telman did not hesitate to look back at him. Her eyes were filled with determination.
Three German Aura gathered at the door of Telman's lounge. They looked at the room in silence and then knocked three times tentatively.
"Okay, please wait for a moment. Thank you." The interim Minister's voice came from the other side of the door. Suddenly, a dazzling green light flashed in the room from the crack of the door. Then, a man's suppressed sobbing like an injured beast could be heard. Under the shocked gaze of the few Aura, another green light flashed and the room fell into a dead silence.
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