Kuishinbo Elf

◆ Filimisia Base Camp ◆

"Momo Guardians, you can leave the Dolovance Imperial Army!

This is the headline for this morning's paper. I don't know why, but the Momo Guardians' victory over the Dolovance Imperial Army...... no, it was telling Filimisia that they had won an army of ghosts.

We were on alert around Pheasant in preparation for the ghost re-raid, but that no longer worries us, which means we haven't been back in Philimisia in three days. This is the headline in the morning paper the next day.

The content says a little bit about how he won the Dolovance Imperial Army, but somehow it describes the details as if he had actually seen them.

While it is true that special magic (watchers) can be used to safely observe the battlefield, its users cannot use it for long periods of time to consume enormous magic unless it is in theory a white elf with enormous magic.

Any other race would be precise, enough would be Sekiyama.

Nevertheless, an hour describes the details of a battle that is passing. This is impossible without going to the battlefield together to cover it.

Naturally, I didn't intend to be accompanied by a reporter. Because if you take me to a place like that, I can't promise a reporter any guarantees about himself.

"Hey, excuse me."

As I was leaning my neck as I rang "Fuki-kun, Fuki-kun" in the tent, a fucking dirty old man with a barren mustache came into the tent. Something like the mid-forties when I was a year?

The figure was called "Whatever," and he was a "Battlefield Journalist" from anywhere.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ertina Lamfori Etil. This is who I am."

The man took his business card out of his pocket and handed it to me. Business cards in this world were originally popularized by a newspaper reporter a certain acquaintance made and spread, something not found in Carnte Hill until recent years.

However, it ranges from its convenience to its use nowadays by journalists and aristocrats. The nobles in particular were obsessed with designing business cards and were obsessed with competing for their excellence.

Whether it is the result of a focus on the convenience and effectiveness of business cards.

"Free journalist, Lurak Kanes...... that's a name I wouldn't ask"

"Ha ha, well... I've been covering mostly in the Dolovance Empire before, so hey"

"Fuki-yun!? Is that true? I'm interested."

He was in a dirty shape, but only the lighting machine hanging around his neck was shiny. Apparently, I don't care about shape, but I can see that only work tools lack care from day to day. You mean a biological journalist?

Confirming my reaction, reporter Lurac has cut out for negotiations when he smiles with a nigga. I still have to say I'm good at cutting it out.

Do what I can't do flat out, this needs attention.

"You can talk to me, but I can't just give you information, even though I'm a reporter. So I'm going to talk to you..."

"Well, I guess so. According to the information, I think I can pay for it if it's slight."

"No, what I want is not money. What I'd like you to do is to accompany me to the battlefield."

Did you get the official permission? We're not a formal army recognized by the state, so we don't need permission to follow us on the battlefield.

Nonetheless, there must be some kind of thought to exaggerate the formality... Well, what's the matter?

"If you want to come to the battlefield otherwise, don't you have to have permission?

"That's what doesn't work either. The Momo Guardians are, in a way, a 'dream team', where the multinational army, people of all sorts of ideas, have come together for one purpose. Naturally, if a lot of people get together, a lot of common sense stands up."

Oh, you know what? Probably not feeling good about the coverage is the face of The Cavalry of Holy Light. No matter where you look from, this old man is nothing but suspicious. Well, we're set to get rid of it.

"Still, did you follow this march?"

"Yeah, well... I struggled a lot. Still, I managed to make it into an article"

I admit I have guts in the boulder, but does this old man understand that a battlefield with ghosts is an anomaly?

If you can't be flexible in a battlefield where common sense turns into insanity in an instant, you lose your life before you realize that change. Because ghosts are reporters, you don't miss them.

Normally, you can't be granted formal permission. But I want information on the Dolovance Empire.

I have always been concerned about Prince Rapetta, who is missing. Unfortunately, the information on the Dolovance Empire doesn't go far enough to say.

We don't know anything about whether the people are safe or overflowing with ghosts.

Since Mr. Durise has a problem of not telling me because he says, "I can't talk to you right now," the information on the Dolovance Empire is as good as my hands can get out of my throat.

"I don't think this is a bad story for each other, is it? Mr. Ertina can make the world aware of the need for Momo Guardians, I just get that spill. If you think about it that way, there will be no disadvantages for you. Isn't that right? The Great Sage there."

"What!?

Reporter Lurac was looking at me, but it was Mr. Durise who made the nomination, supposedly behind me. However, he uses special magic (camouflage) to blend into the scenery and is invisible.

Reporter Lurac saw through his advanced cover-up. Let's say this is a threat.

Mr. Durise is also in charge of my perimeter protection while he's at base camp. As far as I'm concerned, I want you to concentrate on your work as a military teacher. Don't be too burdensome.

Unwrapping the "camouflage" and showing herself, Ms. Durise smiled invincibly and put her arms together loosely, speaking as if to identify reporter Lurac.

"Ho... do you see through my magic? Is that some kind of nursing magic?

"No, it's just a hunch. As you cross the battlefield, naturally..."

That being said, reporter Lurac laughs niggardly as if he was also absolutely confident. The grin also included something that could be taken as self-inflicted, but it still seems to include more confidence.

"I also have some information about the Dolovance Empire. Reporter Lurac, what is your card like?

Now Mr Durise has taken up the negotiating table. When the Great Sage becomes the opponent, the invincible look of reporter Lurac changes. It's as if you're telling yourself that they're unafraid opponents.

When he scratched his burly and bossy head, he said, "Excuse me," and took something like a brown stick out of his chest pocket and put it in his mouth.

"Oh, this is a bar cut of 'Beef Jerky'. Some people don't like tobacco, so now they're replacing it."

"Well, you seem to like it."

The two got to the table after that conversation. A glimmer of sweat flows down the forehead of reporter Lurac, who sat in the form of a face-to-face meeting with Mr. Durise.

The opposing Mr. Durise had a cool look and could even afford to peek. But there are no hidden signs of that pressure. If I was in the position of reporter Lurac, I'd be taking a leak.

I'm really glad Mr. Durise is on my side.

"My card is information about the royal palace, information about each town, information about a being called a ghost"

"Pfft... then we won't talk about it, please pick it up"

Reporter Lurac was stunned by Ms Durise's reply, which did not say yes or no. Normally, it's just hard information to get, and if you're a person of that muscle, you want to tap a large sheet and get out too. They cleaned up the information in "No Talk".

"Ma, wait! I got this information for my life! I can't believe we're not talking about that..."

"Kaizatotope is already dead. The current castle owner of Dronia Castle is called 'Tiger Bear'"

"Huh!?

"But the substantive ruler is a man named 'Sweater'. Each town is under control with a ghost under Alan."

"Hey, why did you do that!?

"Who do you think I am?

Put your hands together with your mouth and highlight your eyes by hiding your mouth. Let's say the sharp eye-catching opponent is a "snake-studded frog." Reporter Lurac was stiff with a lot of dandruff and sweat.

Mr. Durise, who confirmed the condition, told him as if he were going to chase him.

"Reporter Lurac... There's an investigation going on about you being asked by a man to enter Momo Guardians. Daimyo, you're telling me to write a false article, right?

This is terrible. If we find out so far, reporter Lurac is already in a royal flying state. Nor will he be able to utter one word at the earliest.

You seem to understand that no matter how you scratch it, you've been pushed into a situation that's too late.

"Ugh..."

It was Mr. Durise, who was completely willing to break reporter Lurac's heart, but somehow stops intimidating him here. What the hell is wrong with you?

"Well, this is the last time. Show me your last card."

Now I gently urged a smiling Lurac reporter. Show kindness after fear, definitely candy and whip. This is lame.

"La...... Prince Rapetta's Location"

"Huh!?

I reacted unexpectedly to reporter Lurac's last card. Seeing how it goes, Mr. Durise smiles cously.

"Apparently, Ertina is too good a person. Correspondent Lurac, I will certify 'official permission' to spare you your hard work and your last card."

"... you found out what it was all about. Then it doesn't make sense to go into the Momo Guardians."

Reporter Lurac grinned in difficulty in judging whether he was happy or not.

"Are you a reporter? Then you just have to work as a reporter. If the Momo Guardians are committing injustice, just make it an article"

"Huh?"

That's what Mr. Durise told me. Reporter Lurac painstakingly returned a dumb reply. Drop the beef jerky on your mouth on the table with a polo.

"So, but then, you'll be at a disadvantage."

"I don't mind. And by having a reporter named you, those within Momo Guardians will also be watching for misconduct. He's called deterrent. Besides, the people who hired you don't expect too much from you. Because it would recognize the degree of disposability."

"Ugh... sure, that's what they'd recognize"

Reporter Lurac, who was so pointed out to Mr. Durise, picked up the beef jerky that fell on the table with a stuffy look and put it back in his mouth. My lips are shaking slightly, I guess, because I'm bitter about myself.

He seemed to lean down for a while and think of something, but he opened his mouth to Mr. Durise with his face up to see if he was ready.

"What are the terms against me?

"There's only one thing, write 'truth'"

"... is that all?

"Yep."

Upon hearing Mr. Durise's terms, reporter Lurac took a piece of paper out of his nostalgia. Put it on the table so we can see it and declare it.

"Wow, I'm a dickhead reporter who would do anything for money. People cheat and betray, but you've betrayed a story once. I didn't think it was a good idea to use this one... but now I've decided to use it. He's ready for me."

"Is it" The Pledge Curse Paper "? So I'll show you my readiness."

When Mr. Durise got the paper, he took out a stunning feather pen and wrote something down. When you whine about something afterwards, didn't the written letters glow red?

Now it's your turn.

"Oh, oh... ok"

Reporter Lurac took out the knife with his trembling hands and stabbed his thumb only slightly at the tip of the knife. Then the blood overflows from it to shape a sphere. He dropped a drop of it on the swearing curse.

Then the swearing curse was wrapped in a blue and white flame and burned out in a flash, and there was not even any ash left on the trail?

"I did see your readiness. Welcome to the Ghost Crusader Momo Guardians."

"Hehe... I got into a big fight. But I'm telling you, I'll never regret not getting on with this story. Well, thank you very much."

I feel pretty much left out, but apparently reporter Lurac has decided to be the exclusive reporter for the Momo Guardians.

But Mr. Durise seems to have trusted this guy, but is it okay? I thought you said you were normally asked by someone to enter Momo Guardians.

'Ertina, he is under a curse of death when he writes an article other than the truth, by means of a pledge curse. So you can't write a false article that disparages the Momo Guardians, which his client was trying to do. Don't worry, we'll get him to write our story.'

In "Telepath," I guess I've explained that to avoid divulging information about reporter Lurac's pledge. I see. I've put a tough shackle on myself.

Most people are not prepared to make such pledges.

"Fuki-yun, okay. Mr. Lurac, we need you to know more about the Momo Guardians and ghosts that will be exclusive. Now I'm bringing in Senior Peach, so he's listening to me tail."

"If that's the case, I'd be happy to."

"You just said 'happy'?

"What?"

It would go without saying that he was then asked extensively about Senior Peach in a white-eyed cramped state.

Ever since they say the most about it, that a far-fetched statement will have a white-eyed spasm!

I gave a silent prayer to reporter Lurac, who shuddered.

Chi.