Reinhardt sat behind the heavy mahogany desk in his study, the atmosphere of the room shifting from a dusty relic of the past to a true seat of power. At his right hand stood Dia, her presence as "Grayfia" exuding a cold, perfect elegance. On his left, Braixen sat poised, her new height and refined features making her look more like a mystical guardian than a pet.
With a sharp snap of his fingers, Eldric appeared with a soft pop.
"Eldric," Reinhardt began, his voice carrying the natural authority of a High-Level mage. "This is Dia. She will be my Head Maid from now on. If I am not around, her word is my word. You are to report to her and follow her instructions regarding the management of the household."
Eldric looked up at Dia, sensing the terrifying, god-like aura she was suppressing beneath her maid uniform. He bowed so low his ears swept the floor. "Yes, Master! Eldric understands. The Lady Maid will be obeyed!"
Reinhardt then leaned back, his silver hair catching the candlelight. "Now, the assets. Give me the documents we brought from Gringotts. Also, I need to know the true numbers. Are the thirty elves I saw earlier all that remain of the Sylveron staff?"
"All together, we have forty elves, Master," Eldric replied, pulling a thick stack of parchment from his coat. "Thirty are here to restore this mansion, and ten are stationed at your other properties to keep them from falling into total ruin."
Reinhardt nodded, satisfied. "And the list of skills for every elf? I need to know who is a builder, who is a gardener, and who can handle delicate magical artifacts."
"The census will be complete by tomorrow morning, Master," Eldric promised.
Finally, Reinhardt gestured toward the fox-like creature at his side. "And this is Braixen. She has evolved from the Fennekin you saw earlier. She is my companion and a member of this family. Make sure every elf in this house treats her with the same respect they show to Dia and myself. Is that understood?"
"Perfectly, Master!" Eldric squeaked, looking at Braixen with awe.
Eldric handed over the massive, leather-bound folder containing the Sylveron Asset List and bowed his way out of the room. As the door clicked shut, Reinhardt opened the file.
His Finance Master skill and Perfect Mind kicked into high gear. He scanned through the rows of properties, ancient businesses, and most importantly, the list of those who owed the Sylverons money.
"Dia, Braixen," Reinhardt said, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips as he looked at a specific entry for the Malfoy family. "It seems we own more of Britain than the Ministry does. Let's see if we can find some fun 'investments' while we wait for Lucius to come crawling."
Reinhardt's Finance Master skill and Perfect Mind worked in perfect synchronization as he scanned the massive ledger. The sheer scale of his inheritance was staggering; he wasn't just a wizard, he was a sovereign of industry.
The Sylveron Asset Summary
Real Estate: 70 Ancestral Mansions + 10 Gacha rewards = 80 Mansions worldwide. Political Power:4 Seats on the Wizengamot (Enough to swing any vote in Britain). Business Empire:Brooms: Complete Ownership of Comet and Cleansweep (Dominating the market), plus 20% of Nimbus. Lifestyle: 20% shares in Honeydukes, Chocolate Frog Co., and Bertie Bott's. Infrastructure: 20% of the Floo Network and 20% of the Daily Prophet (Control over travel and media). Other: 30% of the Romanian Dragon Reserve, 20% of Borgin & Burkes, and 20% of Madam Malkin's. Debts (Receivables):Malfoy: 20 Million Galleons. Flint: 4 Million Galleons. Carrow: 3 Million Galleons.
Reinhardt leaned back, his silver eyes flashing with a cold, calculating light. He quickly marked several minor shares in stagnant Diagon Alley shops for immediate sale—they were beneath his notice and provided no growth.
"That old peacock, Lucius..." Reinhardt murmured, tapping his finger on the Malfoy entry. "He's backed into a corner. Using Narcissa Black as leverage isn't just about paying a debt; it's a strategic shield. He fears that if the Blacks and Sylverons reunite, they'll tear the Malfoys apart. By 'giving' Narcissa to me, he tries to frame the Blacks as the aggressors if they ever try to get her back. Clever... for a man who's essentially bankrupt."
He looked at Dia (Grayfia) and Braixen. "He wants to turn me into his shield. A bold move. If the Blacks approach me with a deal to dismantle the Malfoys instead, I might just take it. But let's see how well he crawls first."
He looked up as Eldric waited by the door. "Eldric," Reinhardt commanded, "Go through the records for all 80 mansions. I want a full report on their locations, their security wards, and their current state of repair. I need a primary residence that can withstand a siege from a God."
"Yes, Master! Immediately!" Eldric squeaked, disappearing with a sharp crack.
Reinhardt turned his attention to a small, pulsing orb on his desk—the Random Pokemon Egg.
"Well, Dia, Braixen... while Eldric plays architect, let's see who the next member of the family is."