Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

We rendezvous with Natalia, get the papers together, and that evening, we arrive at the Information Publishers Editorial Office.

The members are me, Estella, Natalia, Tarturio, Javier, Maru and the extra Gellarsee.

The lord and guild leader were an authority.

Lupinus was not originally scheduled to stay, so he left after noon.

He said, "I'll be back soon," so I'm sure he'll be back soon.

I sent them to Delia just in case.

Currently, Magda and Norma were protecting the Pavilion.

I also contacted MEDRAD because I wanted to move things a little bigger.

Natalia and Javier will take care of our escort.

Kara is also accompanying us as a suspect in the current crime. She is a witness.

Ask them to testify to a number of unlawful acts of the Information Publishing Committee.

“For now, it's me, Natalia and Yasilo who get in. Please stay here for a while. Keep the door open so you can hear your voice. Come in when you think you need to.”

You can swim lightly at first.

All of a sudden, if this men were to get on board, it would be an all-out war.

Leaving Javier as an escort and watchman, the three of them entered the editorial department.

Is there anyone in charge?

Entering the publishing board editorial department, Estella shouted loudly at the entrance.

And the men that were in them roared, and a few ran away babbling.

Only one of these buildings is leased to the Press Council. The reporters' dormitories are probably in this building too, and they seem to have gone in a hurry to hide what they're having trouble seeing.

Well, it's useless.

"Hey, what is it!? It's not trespassing, it's this!"

From the back, Dandan and the footsteps echoed and the third-rate reporter - Barossa came out angry on her shoulder.

Hey, you're wearing a lot of good clothes.

I think I wore more common clothes when I met you at the Pavilion of the Sun, but you've become so great in just a few days.

"You're the one who committed the trespass, Barossa Greygon at the Publishing House chief's desk."

“What? Is there any evidence? Don't make any accusations, okay?"

Kara, can you come in?

"... yes, yes"

"- Shit. It's a stupid idea."

As Kara leaned forward, Barossa struck her tongue clearly and snapped in a voice that no one could hear.

Well, that sounded to me.

It is helpful to keep your ears strong at times like this.

People are real creatures when they're hungry.

Whether you want to avoid being tricked by the other person or trick the other person, it's a strength not to miss the [polo]. That's why my ears are forged.

So, did he do something?

"She was illegally selling information papers on the street."

"Huh? What are you doing?" It's annoying if you do that on your own? "

Barossa speaks to Carla, not Estella.

I'm appealing with my whole body that I'm suffering from your troubles.

It doesn't matter to me, it's just water in my ears.

"So? Why do I have to get on board when he's doing something illegal?"

“Is it natural to ask the people involved whether similar illegal activities are being carried out on a regular basis?”

Ah, yes.

Saying that, Barossa raised her big voice as she looked back.

Is there anyone in here who's doing something illegal?

No one answers Barossa's voice.

Everyone looked away and did not take any action.

"No, I don't think so." If you know, you can go home and get in the way of your work. "

"That's not an easy task to get home to, Lord."

Estella does not stop smiling.

It's getting tougher.

Well, maybe because Barossa is too small.

If that's the case, why don't you give everyone a [Spirit Referee]?

The air in the editorial section is filled.

I heard some leaking voices of fear.

Some of these people, besides Carla, have been involved in illegal mobile sales.

Of course there is. If we don't sell it, we won't get paid. I can't even eat. I can't replace my belly on my back.

"Well, I trust everyone here, and no one has ever acted unlawfully, but... if there was someone who lied, it would be their personal responsibility, and it would not be a match that I and the publishers would say at long last, right?" Isn't that right? "

Illegal mobile sales are the sole responsibility of the individual.

Probably didn't say, "Sell it." "If you don't have the money, why don't you sell it?" You must be holding on to a threat that cannot be coerced.

"I didn't really think I'd sell it."

There is no way this third class can think of such a small thing, so I think it has been plentifully poured into the chairman of Tempuro or Wishato's officials to say "say so".

Those who move and enjoy the fruits according to the words of those higher than themselves become proud that "they are protected", and sometimes they do not realize that they are standing on a cliff that breaks down because they overemphasize the size of the back.

Don't even think about trusting big backpacks to take the risk lightly.

If you keep an eye on Estella, she'll say exactly what I told you before.

So you can put the [Spirit Referee] on it, right?

"Yeah, I don't mind." I don't do illegal mobile sales. Dawg, you can spend as much as you want. T-That's right, so if I'm innocent... you know? "

Barossa puts an evil smile on her face and threatens her lord, Estella.

Natalia was originally supposed to eliminate it, but Natalia was watching her progress with a slightly impressed expression.

The eyes that turned to us for a moment were filled with surprise and admiration, "I can't say this accurately...".

I explained it to them in advance.

If you say this to Barossa, she will give you this reaction, so say this line and elicit this behavior.

In the meantime, Dom Pisha was right.

Estella is a little laughing when the prediction goes too far.

Don't laugh, just fold in the next line.

Next time, you'll never see a third-rate smile again.

"I dare you to correct me because I think I've made a mistake, but I'm not going to ask you," Did you sell it illegally? ""

"... eh?"

Barossa's expression clouded as she felt the disturbing air.

Oh, dear. My smile has disappeared. That proud smile you'll never see again.

"Didn't you just say 'no one has done anything illegal'?" I was just checking, but I was wondering if I could declare with my heart that you were included in the "inside" and that you had not committed any illegal acts. "

Barossa hardens.

Words don't seem to come out.

Come on, Estella. Say the next line.

"If you say, 'Of course, I'm not doing anything illegal like the people here,' you declare that." I'll let you do the 'Spirit Judgement'. "

"No, no... that's..."

"If you do not include yourself in [this] - that is, if you confess to committing an illegal act, I will bind you as a lord and punish you."

If you say, "I have not committed any unlawful act," you will be subjected to the "Spirit Judgment," and if you say, "I have committed an unlawful act," you will be exempted from the "Spirit Judgment," but you will be punished normally.

Come on, Barossa. Choose the one you like.

”Oh, isn't that cheating?”

Haha, you're still stomping on evil legs.

"I'm a human being, so I may have done something illegal once or twice since I was born, right?" Taking that as a shield and saying that kind of thing is just blackmailing, isn't it? Is that what lords do? "

"That's right. I've only seen a few people who are perfect." As long as you live normally, it's not strange that there is a slight deviation from the law from the childhood spirit of adventure, and I don't want to blame you for that. So, let me be clear - have you, as a member of the Information Paper Publishing Committee, and as a person who holds the position of Chief Desk, done anything outrageous that would violate the law and trample upon the interests and dignity of others? See, the time limit is limited. Answer with yes or no. "

It was obvious that he would make a clever escape.

So I told him to hunt him down with righteousness.

Don't do it, Estella. That was a good adrift.

"Well, even though it might be a trap, I can't answer it lightly." That's not an order. That's voluntary, right? Then I will refuse. Or do you wield the power of a lord? Just for the weaker public? That's outrageous, isn't it? "

"Don't you have an answer?"

"You can't answer that, can you?" I'm not obliged to answer. "

"I see... I'm sorry to hear that."

Muttering, Estella pointed her finger at Barossa.

Stretch forth your arms, and stand in the position of the Spirit's judgment.

"What are you doing!? What are you doing?!"

"Didn't you just say, 'Spirit Referee' as much as you like?" And now I refuse to cooperate with the [Spirit Judgment]. This means that you've broken your promise to me, right? "

"I said I could call you, but you didn't say you'd cooperate!"

"I see. I'll call you back for now." Spirit of--

"I'm not telling you to wait!"

Barossa jumps at Estella as the glass shatters to the point of breaking.

But before his finger touched Esther, he was laid on the floor by Natalia.

"Assaulting a lord is a felony... but you know that, don't you?"

"It's not his fault!" I'm going to set myself up in a trap! "

"Am I putting you in a trap? Specifically, what kind of trap do you call it?"

"That's...!"

I can't tell you.

You can't say, "I'm trying to hide my illegal activities and expose them."

Now, what do we do?

Without a good reason, you stretched Estella's fangs, and you're a felony.

Can I put Estella on the 'Spirit Referee' now, or can I be lawfully brought to justice by Natalia?

Yeah, I know. I hate both of them, don't I?

You can't accept either of them, can you?

Then there is only one thing left to do.

Come on, hurry up.

That's the only way you can get away with this, isn't it?

Chairman! Tempuro, help me!

That's right, Mishita.

There's no point in crushing you, so just lure the mastermind out. Right?

Sledding from the back of the editorial office and Tempuro emerged, hearing Barossa's grunt.

As usual, a fat body.

lowly eyes looking down on people.

Coming out of the back room, he grunted at us.

What's going on?

"It's pressure! I'm using my power to crush my articles because they're threatening me!"

"Mr. Barossa, may I put the 'Spirit Referee' into your statement?"

"You're telling me to stop!?"

Barossa peels her fangs at Estella as she peers in.

My body was held down, and I couldn't move a single arm, but I was fine.

I'm sure he thinks he can't lose.

Leaving aside "what" for the time being, it is natural that it will end as you think. If it does not, someone other than yourself is bad, and since that person is evil, you should be legitimate. You will live with the serious belief in such convenient logic.

It's strange, but there are a certain number of people who don't believe in such a demonstration logic and don't suspect it.

It doesn't have to be that convenient in my life. Even if it was exposing a way of life that was far from the future you wanted. No matter how many times I tried to eat the painful tip back.

The only reason I'm not satisfied right now is because he's bad! If he's gone, I'll be happy! It will be filled!

There are many people who truly believe in such things, and there are many people who are horrible.

If it works, it's because of you, if it fails, it's because of someone else. There are people who are not ashamed of such a way of life, who do not feel strange, but who bother to tell others that they are right.

In other words, this third-rate reporter Barossa is one of those people.

"Anyway, let go of my reporter. It's disrespectful!"

If you're going to cover a rude wolf, you're going to take it down as someone who harms the lord.

"Are you sure? You want to talk to me like that?"

An ungraded noble Tempurro who takes great pride in the presence of his lordship against a lordly waiter.

Apparently, the circuitry of thought was the same as that of the third-rate reporter Barossa.

I am absolutely right. In other words, you're the one who's wrong, and if you're wrong, you have to obey yourself, whether you're a lord or not.

... who taught you that mysterious theory?

"Is this going to be an invasion?" I happen to have an editorial office in District 42, but I am only an aristocrat in District 23. Nobles of other wards - It is also linguistic judgment for a person in the position of lord to flaunt his power in the premises owned by nobles of other wards! Depending on the matter, it is even possible to directly appeal to the royal family and request the dispatch of the Royal Palace Knights! "

I told you! Tempurro with a face like that.

But Estella smiled calmly.

Fine.

Then, she turned her palm upward and showed the "Please" technique.

"... fufu, fufu. You think the lord of the 23rd district is on your side, but you're sweet, little girl." You should also know that the world of politics is immeasurable by reason and beauty alone. Even if the 23rd Ward Lord were to break in and come in, he would not be able to impeach and ban you by holding your head down! You probably don't know, but we have a big power shield here. Kuku...... It's a lot to the extent that you've brought the 23rd District Lord to your side, but you must know your own way, the newcomer's daughter! "

Is it okay to abuse Wishato's name so lightly?

"-Oh!?"

As Estella named her Wishato, Temporo opened his eyes wide.

No, it's a well-known fact that Wishato is behind you, and in conjunction with the union, he's attacking the 42nd arrondissement.

What, did you think I didn't find out?

Wishato thinks he's already found out.

You haven't been able to share the information?

Oh, I see.

You're about to get cut off.

You can't be so kind to me.

"Fu...... Fufu, I see. Kara. You told me that Kara had nothing to do with it, didn't you? I am ashamed of my enemies for trying to mitigate my sins. I've taken care of you so much. Forget it! I won't let you die like a bastard, you rubbing motherfucker!"

"Abandoned" means....

Carla, the selling girl, was captured by Estella, and she thinks she told her all about her cuteness.

You think that's the only way they could have leaked the information? The sides are too sweet, hey.

”But... fufufu, I still have to say that I'm proud of winning with that.”

Are you saying that the third class aristocrats are hiding behind it?

"Snuggly...!?"

Sarah and Estella pointed out that Tempuro's complexion had clearly changed.

Was that a secret?

I know all the people here.

Well, if you openly flirt with the shadows of power from day to day, you'll end up scattering information there.

"Fu... Fufu, you know that, and working such a wolf... it seems that you really want to be crushed." We can't do this at home, all of this! Do you understand!? "

I can't help it if I find out... that's a common thug saying, but it's like I'm screwed now, right? That's how you can reopen it.

It's really a solo sumo wrestler.

"Come on! If you know where you stand, you should get rid of this woman right away, lord of fools!" Most of them, even in the poorest districts! All you have to do is bow your heads against the area above you! I don't know what that is, so it's the poorest neighborhood! If you think you can spoil a young woman, it's a big mistake! "

"Natalia"

Haha

"Giggle!"

At Estella's behest, Natalia puts her strength into her arms to restrain Barossa.

It's easy. You just have to lift it once and then hit him in the face on the floor.

"You, if you don 't--"

"It's a word I just told her as she was crawling on the ground, but I think I have to repay you for something similar."

Estella's quiet voice cools the indoor air.

"I want to give it back exactly as it is, but I can't help it, she has too few things." Lady can say a few words, so please forgive me for making some modifications. "

Her red eyes narrowed and Estella spoke out to Tempuro.

"'Feel free to do as you please.'"

Earlier, Dosanji said something like, "If you can do it, you can do it."

These people, when they mistake themselves for superiority, utter incendiary words, but the same words in the opposite position - it is most annoying to be returned in the scene where they are being cornered.

If you have the chance, you should try it. Because it's so funny that it's going to blow up.

”This is what the crawling girl said... when she couldn't defeat me with a terrible resistance... 'You know that, right?'”

Whatever threatening words Estella may have spoken, Estella is not frightened.

Rather, when they called out, the counter's power rose.

Estella is hoarding up a haight from them right now.

Then, you accumulate it and hit back at the swollen hight.

With such a scenario clearly drawn, there seems to be plenty of room.

Really, it's getting tough.

"In the first place, you're not a third-class nobleman, not even Wishat can pull you out."

"Hahaha! Is that what you think noble people without rank can do to move their lords? But unfortunately, that's wrong! You may not know, but our bond has never been stronger. As a matter of fact, I did what I was asked to do. As long as we have it, our bond is stronger than a steel chain."

"Civil Engineering Guild Union"

A word from Estella stops Temporo's novelism.

Estella smiles aristocraticly and beautifully at Temporo, who stops speaking.

You haven't been feeling well lately, have you?

"... you..."

I guess you thought you didn't know anything.

Young, unreliable, the lord of the poorest ward, the lady.

You must have thought that it was being manipulated by the people around you, laughed at the decorations, and used by the popularity of the crowd.

You guys have licked Estella too much.

He's the one I thought I couldn't guard against.

Well, there's been a lot of pimping these days, so it may be necessary to make downward revisions to the ratings.

Still, you're not the only one who can beat Temae and the others who can only flirt with power.

"If there is a stronger bond than your steel chain, isn't the union worthy of being rescued long ago?"

"...... Wu, the union is a consortium. But not at my information circulation! Our Publishers are the ones who can benefit and empower Mr. Wishato."

In that case, I don't think they're giving me any financial assistance.

Information paper publishing boards are now gasping for apparent funding shortfalls.

With the exception of the bow of the ship, everything is sinking.

I wonder if only a few people can survive on a lifeboat.

"I swear to you, Wishat won't move. No, I can't move. In this case, right?"

"Don't be ridiculous! Mr. Wishato is the biggest sponsor of the information paper. If the Information Paper is mistreated by the power of the Lord, you can always raise your hips! Taste the vengeance that has taken hold of us!"

"That's right. If you crushed an organization in the area at the Lord's discretion, the Sponsor may not be silent."

Of course!

"However, this is a struggle within the organization."

"What do you mean!?" The pressure from the lords is unparalleled!

"No. This is between the executives inside your information circulation committee." That's right, Mr. Colin. "

In Estella's voice, a messy-headed grandfather enters the room.

The interior was rampant with the appearance of Tartrio.

Some of them turn their faces pale.

Some of them had overt disgust on their faces.

And partly with tears of relief and emotion, like the long-awaited relief came.

"It's been a while since I've seen your face... it seems that the environment has become very bad."

Tempurro and Barossa stare at Tarturio.

And there are a few reporters who look a lot like the two of them.

They must be reporters of the Tempurites. Perhaps both Barossa and the other reporters were treading on the staircase with delicious juices.

"Colin!"

Hmm, it's been a long time, Seriont.

Tarturio's eyes were frozen with rage against Tempuro, who was about to bite.

“It was decided that officers should not be allowed to enter the workplace to avoid unnecessary exercise of power (power harassment)!”

"Nah, you shouldn't have decided that." Isn't it the case that you decided on your own to call yourself the chairman? "

"Hmm! It's a fair decision with a majority vote on the management bill." In the first place, it has been a rule of thumb to adopt such a method of operation since its inception! "

That was the reason why Tartrio did not go to protest against Temporo.

I didn't go, I couldn't go.

Tempuro, who was not confident in defeating Tarturio in the offensive law, set a rule of "prohibiting officers from entering the editorial office" to eliminate Tarturio with the title of "officer".

Ostensibly to eliminate the negative impact of power on reporters.

But in fact, it was nothing but a tartrio.

No matter how irrational it may be, if you violate more than it has been written in the convention, you will be frogged. Otherwise, the bill of lading will be confiscated.

Either way, when you go to complain, you lose the right to comment to the issuing committee.

Someday, Tartrio wanted to return the information paper to its original form, and he knew the timing to fight back while licking the bitter juice.

I quit the board. I'm the chairman. Safe! 'And when you wave a childish asshole into the editorial office and hand over the lead to Temporo.

"An officer broke into the editorial office! Now, put down your bills and get out of here! This is a reporter's sanctuary, not a place for outsiders! Or shall I turn you into a frog with my hand!?"

Huh? Is this the editorial department?

"What a mess! This is the editorial office we signed and officially rented!" Even if you live temporarily, after the contract is officially signed, this is the editorial office! "

That's right.

Since the location of the editorial office at the time of the creation of the contract has changed, it is not valid to say that it is invalid.

As long as the contract is alive, this is the editorial department of the Information Publishing Committee.

While the contract is alive, don't.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Seriont."

Estella stands in front of the rising tempolo.

And tell the fact that this old man hasn't noticed.

“Due to a unilateral breach of contract from the publishing board, this place is no longer in the editorial department.”

"What!? Little girl, do you mean to flip the contract!?"

The moment Tempuro's saliva scattered, and the fat old man stepped forward ─ ─

- Dong-dong!

and the indoor air exploded.

When I thought about it, Natalia was staring at Tempuro in an incredible way.

Barossa, who had been captured by Natalia, was blowing bubbles from the edge of her mouth as if she had lost consciousness as a result of the impact.

"... if you listen to me in silence, you and your little girl... will be worthy of death for insulting my lord!"

The air vibrates twitchingly.

The tingling pain runs all over my body like I think my skin was rubbed with paper.

Ah, this is Natalia's murderous intent.

... ehh... it's so dark that I can't compare it to Lupinus?

Natalia, if you're really out of it, what's the problem?

When I went to Ricardo's museum for the first time, I was pretty shy, but it wasn't as shabby as this.

That's good, Ricardo. Just stop where you are.

If you'd done more than that, you'd probably be dead.

Natalia releases her hand holding down Barossa and stands up in a beautiful position, stretching her body from her crouched position.

Whether it's a simple restraint, put your right foot on the back of the barossa and put your weight on it.

Then I took out a piece of paper from my pocket.

It's a lease on this building.

“The following prohibitions apply to renting out this building." Do not harm or attempt to harm the lord who is the landlord. "It is a rule not to plan terrorist acts against lords in buildings rented to lords, but earlier, someone with the appropriate title of" Chief Desk "tried to grab the lords in order to harm them. It was a clear violation of the Terms and Conditions, and Article 3 of Paragraph 2" If a prohibition is recognized, the immediate rental agreement shall be terminated and the proprietary rights shall be returned to the lord who is the landlord "was applied. In other words - this building is no longer an editorial department. Please, get out of here."

Everyone could only listen to what they said, without words.

All the other sounds were lurking in Natalia's voice, which was an unforgivable foolishness such as sandwiching her mouth.

That's what it looks like, Seriont's little girl.

Tarturio walks slowly towards Tempuro.

Staring at his fat face directly in front of him, he spoke with a domineering and sharp voice that he did not think of as his grandfather.

"It's high tide."

Seriont's forehead bursts with sweat.

The eyeballs are finely shaken, and the agitation can be clearly seen.

Whether the contract raises the subject or not, you probably understand the difference in status.

If Tartrio appeared in front of him, his dwarf authority would be blown away.

"Huh... Huh! Huh, is that okay? If you turn against me, the sponsor, Wishat-sama, won't shut up."

"Huh. When a lord intervenes with power to pressure an organization?"

"That's right! I did what Lord Wishato wanted me to do!" I'm a famous person! "

"Isn't that what the Lord just said about the invasion?" Miz Clairemona. "

"That's right. If you want to borrow his words," The nobles of other wards - that is, those who are lords will show off their power on the premises owned by the nobles of other wards! "Depending on the matter, it is even possible to appeal directly to the royal family and request the dispatch of the Royal Palace Knights! 'That's right."

Estella repeats what Temporo said earlier with the "Conversation Records".

Power idiots can strangle themselves, can't they?

Do you know why? Because I'm stupid.

"The board members of the information paper publishing committee are fighting each other over conflicting opinions. Is it just that the lords of the other wards are stepping in and wielding power? That's exactly what an invasion by the powerful is. If that's permissible, the three major guilds could be invaded and disfigured by the powerful...... if that happens--"

Tartrio turned to the entrance and a massive mass of muscle emerged.

"If that happens, we'll have to work together against power." It's war, it's war. "

Stuart Javier, Guild Leader of the Wood Dust Guild.

If the woodcutter guild he protects is disfigured by the interference of lords and royalty, he is a man who is willing to fight it with all his might.

Of course, if one of them is targeted, the other guilds will fight it out.

"We need to work with wood dwarfs, hunting, sea fishing and many other guilds and unions to resolutely protest against such dangerous ideas, but... is it true that the House of Lord Wishato in the Thirtieth District is aiming for such an invasion?" Yes, it's [name]. "

Temporo, bypassing himself, said that he was Wishat's name.

You're using that word, Javier. Well, you look happy.

"If the leaders of the guild with which I am sympathetic are subjected to undue pressure by the power, I hereby declare that I will cooperate with the lords of the outer perimeter of the cooperative zone and" BU "to prepare to conduct legitimate protests and counterattacks against those disturbing factors."

Estella chases at the word-stuck Tempuro.

Adlib, but it's a good catch-up.

I replaced it with a composition called Lord Alliance VS Wishato, not Alliance VS Lords.

"In that case, I, the representative of" BU ", will also cooperate." Because the monopolization and personalization of powerful organizations is an act that cannot be overlooked. "

With a stretched spine, Gerrathi came in with a mighty attitude.

Even though I was absolutely pushed on my back by Mahl, I still looked like I had gotten into it with my own judgment.

When someone as easy to see as Gerrathi comes forward happily... the shadowy ruler on the back feels even more creepy.

Oh, Maru's in there too.

So now they're all in.

"Come on, Seriento's pussy." No, should I say Wishat's name? "

"Gu...!"

If the words are not withdrawn, Wishato will be fighting against the outer perimeter, "BU", the three major guilds, and several other guilds.

You can't let that happen, can you?

You can't do such a big thing to an old man who can easily truncate a small child breeding item, can you?

"...... the name is the passage of words......"

“So, the Wishats don't intend to invade?”

Of course!

Natalia stares quietly at the tempulo that makes her laugh.

Only then did Tempulo get stuck with the word "ugly".

"No... well, thinking common sense, I won't do such a thing..."

I tone it down a lot, but apparently I gave up taking Wishato's name.

Well then, let's start discussing inside the board of directors-issuing committee.

Tartrio laughed happily with a wrinkled face.

Katsuun and Tartrio thumped their wands.

Lift lightly and hit the floor.

With that much action, a chair was set up behind Tartrio.

"..... ah"

And he that withdraweth the package that was in the place, and he that bringeth the chair, breatheeth at the same time.

Is it as if the body has moved like a reflex?

"Hmm. It's a pass." I'm so relieved that I'm still not falling asleep. "

At first glance, I don't know what it is, and it looks like the aristocrats are using the reporters with their jaws, but this is training.

Training that does not miss minor sounds, changes, movements, and other trivialities.

It's a good condition for a reporter not to miss that kind of thing, Tartrio said before he came here, but... I see, Tartrio was a reporter around here.

Certainly, if you are a reporter, you need to be sensitive to changes in the other person's expression and surroundings. You'll lose your scoop.

That's right, for example.....

Why don't you come in?

When I opened the door leading to the hallway, there were straw and men swarming there.

Those who went to the dormitory earlier to hide something.

I don't know what you hid, but it will be in vain.

Evidence of evil, well concealed, victory or defeat is over.

Those who joined the Serionts won't even have time to cheat anymore.

"...... why is that......"

"Did you see him beyond the door?" You'll notice if you just let them know, normally. "

People just exist there to create a sign.

It may be breathing or the sound of clothes rubbing.

No matter what sound you make, the tension that is specific to you when you're hiding in your breath conveys air.

Tartrio said that if you weren't sensitive to these minor changes, you wouldn't be a good reporter.

That's why I don't think Tempurros or third-rate reporters can go on forever.

When the Tempulo-like reporters entered the room, they quickly rushed to the back of Tempulo.

Along the way, I looked at Barossa, who was fainting on the floor, and peeled my eyes.

The people in the editorial department were somehow split between the back of Tempuro and the entrance side of us.

They were doing it on their own, benefiting from Tempurro and Wishat.

I'm guessing that's what's left of us, the ones who've had to struggle with it.

The ratio is 2: 8... no, it's about 1.5: 8.5.

Tempranillo's hip hugs seemed to be a small amount of elite.

I don't think there are many people I can trust, that plentiful chairman.

I don't think he's moral.

Well, let 's--

I sat down in a chair provided with a tartrio.

"Will someone please gather the reporters who are not here?" I want to talk to you in front of everyone. "

Yes! I'm coming!

“I'll help myself!”

At the request of Tartrio, four men and women immediately rushed out of the editorial office.

So far, those who were strangled, held down, and unable to do anything by Temporo have seen a change with the advent of Tartrio.

Thinks and acts as if he has regained his ego.

Yep.

He has good eyes.

"What's the matter?" Don't you want to sit down? Now it looks like I'm preaching to you. "

Turtleneck, laughing like a hideaway somewhere.

Laughing, Tempurro dyed his face bright red.

"Hey! Bring me a chair!"

"Huh?... yes?"

"It's a chair! Come on, you fool!"

Yes, yes!

Kick a man nearby and bring him a chair.

You kicked Tartrio out of this situation and figured out that nothing was going to happen, and you're not going to get back on your feet from tomorrow.

To regain the daily routine that Temporo wants, he must defeat Tartrio in the eyes of all reporters, and make known that justice lies with him.

At a time when Wishato's authority can't be questioned, he's got a point.

In about five minutes, reporters rushed to the editorial office.

Those who came in, men and women, were crying somewhere, but they had glittering eyes.

When Tartrio arrived, he must have heard a message like that.

You're liked, Tartrio.

For those of you who admire the information paper, Tartrio's way of doing things would be ideal.

I know how you feel.

"Now, is this all of it?... I don't think I can see some faces I've seen..."

I think it's about the reporters who were fired from their jobs facing Tempulo.

Thinking of them, the Tartorian reporters bit their lips in regret.

"Editor-in-Chief."

"Heehee!?"

The editor who hid himself in the shadow of Tempuro and kept breathing indefinitely raised a strange voice.

He's scared of Tartrio, too.

"Are you really scrutinizing the articles that have come up?"

"Eh, ah, no... that's..."

You don't want to do that?

“I am working on my job face-to-face and convincingly, yes.”

It doesn't matter if you're convinced or not

A stick struck the floor.

I'm asking if you think it's a good article to put on the information paper.

"I... haa..."

"The terms of the information paper clearly state that the editor-in-chief will do his best not to drop the quality of the information paper and will fulfill his responsibilities. Of course, do you know? Because when I'm editor-in-chief, I'm supposed to get an explanation."

"That's......"

Do you know what I'm talking about?

…………

…………

"...... Yes"

The editor-in-chief tried to escape silently, but he couldn't resist Tartrio's silent pressure and nodded small.

"Well then, can you declare it?" "I scrutinized the articles from the viewpoint of not losing the quality of the information paper and put them on paper with confidence." Come on, let's make a declaration. "

"No, no, but of course, I have the ideal of aiming for perfection in my heart, but I want you to consider that I can not always do it that way--"

"In other words, you know that the quality is going down, and you put a bullshit article about the stupid woman you're looking for on paper?"

"... no, that's......"

You stole the information paper for the money, didn't you?

In response to Tartrio's anger, the editor-in-chief said, "Hee!" She stuffed her throat and hid herself on Temporo's back in a hurry.

"Seriento, Seriento! You, the chairman, can lay down your hammer on that outdated old man!" I will follow you everywhere! "

There was nothing I could do about it, and the editor-in-chief was crying at Tempuro.

I see.

Then you can follow me everywhere.

"Mr. Colin, why don't you stop?"

The cornered Temporo speaks to Tartrio with an uncomfortable smile.

Dear Sir, even though you've been burned down by the nobles there and have come all this way to return to the information paper - isn't that the least you can do?

Even at this stage, Tempurro didn't stop looking bad.

I realized that the situation was unfavorable, and now it was a plan to appeal to Tartrio's feelings.

“These are the ones who are conspiring, exerting pressure, and trying to make ends meet? When he pointed out the poor security of the city gate, he shifted the argument and condemned Master Wishato, and the aristocrats who were present at the scene were filled with smoke. So they're trying to monopolize the profits from the city gates and the harbor.”

Hey, you're twisting the facts quite conveniently.

It is noticed that there was not all of Wishato's inactivity.

"Even in the case of an attack on the information paper." The likeness shall be made to look, and the gold shall be spoken of, and the stewards of this reader shall be taken away, and the word of evil shall not be exhausted. Besides, it's the same for this building. They come in as a group, and if they defend themselves, they call out that it's a breach of contract. Don't you think it's really embarrassing? "

Either he knows and he's twisting the facts, or he really thinks he's a pure victim?

If it is the latter, I have to say that it is quite serious.

"I'm sure you've been fooled too." It's been blindfolded. He's been abducted. Perhaps you were saying that you would kick me out and make me the chairman of the publishing committee? But suppose that their prospectus runs well and you're in full control of the publishing house, you won't be able to make the information paper you want. I'm sure that you will be able to reassert your power, refresh your feelings, and write an article that is convenient for you. "

You shouldn't say that right now, should you?

You guys are the ones who get Wishato money or power or some other kind of "bait" and mass-produce articles that are convenient for Wishart.

"Sure, I may have taken a little tough measures for what I think is justice. I apologize for that. But I have a strong journalism that makes the truth known and protects weaknesses! In that regard, I believe that you and I are still comrades! Let's throw away the falseness of the past and set up an information paper together once and for all!"

Tempuro speaks out in a big voice, stands up and reaches out.

His face is filled with confidence that "this is me winning."

"Does that mean that you're still the same now?"

“That's right! No, I am convinced that our ties have become stronger than ever!”

"I see..."

Turtleneck lowered her gaze and slowly stood up holding on to her cane.

Standing directly in front of Tempuro, he stared at the hand he was offering and slowly lifted his arm.

"I'm glad you understand."

Slowly lifting Turtleneck's arm, Temporo smiles, convinced of his victory.

However, Tartrio's arm was lifted horizontally from the ground to shoulder height, without taking Temporo's hand.

Then Tartrio pointed at Tempuro with his arm straight.

It was the stance of the 'Spirit Referee'.

"I ask only one question of a comrade who keeps his aspirations the same. If it's false, you're not a frog."

Tartrio's eyes were more serious than ever.