Theodore Theon Demon believes and does not doubt himself to be king.
Of course there is reason not to just say that in public. But I believe that I am to be honored, and to be obeyed, and therefore, before I know it, my arrogance shall appear as an act.
A picture of people lying on their knees, exercising the royal authority in the name of the press, kicking those who don't like it and those who don't get what they want with an army in the name of information, shining the glory of the crown in the name of truth. Such a worldview is formed within the Theodore Scion Demon.
A self that can be described as an absolute king and a royalty that possesses absolute power. You should not be there, such as those who do not obey it. But now a clear rebel has appeared.
If Kate Van Dam was an unreserved mistress to the king's authority, Theodore regarded Cornelis Van Dam as a rebel trying to turn the kingdom back in revolution.
And the abominable rebels seized the hearts of the fools, and rebelled against the royalty and the way of kingdom, and even said unto them, that they would create a bureau to monitor the royalty.
The king was furious, and behind-the-scenes he rebelled this rebel with words, turning the assassin from the next to the next, but he was withdrawn. Besides, I was disappointed to get my guard consolidated.
I thought I'd shoot him with a missile, but if I do that, it's obvious that this one's in a bad position, and before that, according to rumors from leading sources, Van Damme personally owns a laser satellite for anti-missile interception, and even if he fires a missile at himself, he can handle it.
The angry king did not mind mumbling, but searched for a way to defeat Van Dam, and found him who was hostile to Van Dam and could make it.
The residents of the servant laboratory couldn't help but be surprised to see the person visit the Snow Oka Laboratory alone.
"I want you to help me fight Cornelis Van Damme. Grim penis is your enemy, isn't it?
In the room, Theodore Theon Demon, opposite Junko, has demanded so.
"Private oilfielders are enemies one way or another. Well, I guess it's not a direct enemy to me either. You're hostile to the back streets, indirectly."
"Regardless of the organization, I personally am not hostile to you"
"I have a feeling the press is hostile to me, too. If I make a scene, I don't think I like it when I can't report it."
"Regardless of the Japanese press, I don't like you."
Whatever Junko tells you, Theodore insists that you are irrelevant without breaking the iron skin.
"Um, if you want to be an experimental bench, I can think about it for you. Okay?
"Okay."
To the words of Junko, Theodore responded in two replies.
Honestly, this reaction was unexpected. I never thought that someone as tall as Theodore - my strong obsession with my preservation - would give me my self lightly, etc.
(Hunted down in the Demon clan? Sarah was also forced to commit suicide in the form of being held responsible within her, so if you think about it, there could be enough to beg for help with the lab application. But......)
While I am forced to convince myself with reason, I feel intuitive discomfort.
(You smell like you're lying. I don't know what that is, and it doesn't seem to be malicious)
Junko, sensitive to lies and malice, felt that way when he saw Theodore.
(Before that, I see no feelings or determination. I have no idea what you're thinking.)
Many visitors to the Snow Oka Laboratory volunteered for the experimental bench have been cornered. Theodore also rightly wonders that, because of a situation where nothing can be done to Van Dam opponents, he would have come here until he was in a high position but at the price of himself, without seeing any emotions.
After passing Theodore through the lab, Junko met Yi in the hallway, trying to make his way to the bathroom.
"I didn't expect to come to Junko, who sees mass incitement ineffective, who appeals to violence and sees that violence doesn't pass on their own either, or who seems to be able to counter it. You have no maneuvers."
I think of Junko in the words of the faint face.
"If there's no moderation, you're not going to imitate yourself as an experimental bench, you're going to change your men or something. I mean... there's someone on top of Mr. Theodore, and there's the nuance of a faulty ass wipe, like being my experimental bench and being ordered to help?
"I see... can you even think of that possibility"
Though I was impressed with Junko's speculation, this reading of Junko was infinitely close to the truth and subtly off.
"So, what kind of modification do you want? Or Junko himself sitting on his back, fighting Van Damme?
"Actually, I'm thinking about it. I was thinking in the bathroom. Bathrooms are places where the gods of ideas are. I often support people I've modified, so I think it's okay to work with private oilfielders to fight Mr. Van Damme. True, I think you'd appreciate it. And Yoshiku, too."
Truth is, I've been working with Akamura's parents and children on Kate Van Dam, but the truth is, I intend to work with Akamura Van Dam.
The minds of people all over the world are increasingly leaning toward Van Dam's side as a virtuous journalist named Uchi brightened up blackmailing Akamura's parents and children and slandering Kate.
Before that, the suspicion and dissatisfaction with tyranny in the mass media was something everyone had. It is also possible to snort into a flow of enthusiasm and support because in public as many people as Van Damme have clearly declared the media of today to be evil and to create an institution to do so.
But this enthusiastic popular support and the flow to media regulation had concerns and rejections, not to mention the media, as well as the intellectuals. Junko also honestly has doubts. I was wondering if creating such a monitoring body would just be convenient for certain individuals, countries, companies and organizations.
Masami, Adonis, Charles and a few other assassins hired by private oil field stores have been doing stakeouts for a long time, slightly away from Grimmpenisville.
There's a line of cops in front of the building. And even the Silver Storm Hall warriors are waiting behind the police. I can't get my hands on this one because of you. There's nothing I can't force to break through, but before I say this militarily, it's insane to get my hands on the police, etc.
"Doesn't it make sense that we're here anymore? There isn't, is there? And yet, what do you mean, wait? I don't know why. It strikes me in the head. I think the client should explain the policy properly."
Makoto mouths her dissatisfaction with a skewer in one hand while spreading a grand barbecue set in the driveway for lunch.
The assassins on standby orders set up a tent by the road and kept waiting for support all the time. I take turns shopping and about money and water. Or ask for delivery.
"The client doesn't know what to do either, is it an aggravating circumstance? Or I don't know if you have an idea."
That's what Adonis says and opens the can of beer.
"How long should I keep staring at you like this? Take this one out to the tent and spread it out onto the road, camped out on the road, no, it's a little fun. Shit. I was gonna complain, but isn't it fun to do something? I'm sure this will be memorable and will sprout from the tale."
"What Japanese is that?"
Bitter laughing Charles. He is an avid fan of Japanese culture and fluent in Japanese.
"But the bathroom is dirty and I can't go far anymore. No, not that one. You know, when I was on the battlefield, I was a woman, but I didn't have a bathroom... hey, what do you make me say to a woman? Stop nasty imagination."
I finished the toilet in a nearby park, but it was difficult to get a little distance, and as for Masami, that was my biggest dissatisfaction.
"No... Masami said it on her own, didn't she? I mean, you've often been a mercenary to nervous kids like Masami."
Charles says unexpectedly.
"Even though I said I was a mercenary, it's a success. A ghost with the ability to teleport others, flying in the middle of the battlefield, with no choice. It was a valuable experience back then, but I'm sorry again."
"There's a ghost like that."
"Oh, hey, don't you believe me? Did you think of me as a strange woman or something? I thought so, didn't I? It's a little annoying. A man who doesn't believe a woman is no hottie and sucks, right? You should be careful, okay?
Properly hammer depressing Charles, annoying Masami.
(She keeps talking, she's a nasty woman, but thanks to her, she doesn't have to be bored)
Seeing Masami, Adonis thinks.
"Honestly, shouldn't our client suck anymore? Obviously, now is the time for a Van Damme victory. Besides, as you can see, it's hard."
To Charles' words, the faces on the spot also agreed. I doubt we have any more work to do.
"While we know this one exists, there's no sign of it coming from the other side, and we don't film this one and publish it. I don't know what they're trying to do."
Adonis said. The fact that the police are in front of Grimm Penisville is a complete no-touch to ourselves, who are also on the news but purposefully camping to stand out a little further away. Even though the police admit this one exists, they won't try to touch it.
"I'm a woman, but let me tell you something. I think it's probably to avoid useless strife."
"I still don't know what it means to preface because I'm a woman...... Except for the prefix, I agree."
"Sometimes it occurs to me that I am looked down on because I am a woman, but the occasional nuance is to make a statement that goes against the tendency to be looked down on because I am a woman, but also presents humility for once. Hard to pass on to outsiders?
Though Masami explained to Charles going in, she thinks it's an increasingly meaningless answer and spills a grin.
(He's an interesting kid - it's fun to be with him. Do you have a boyfriend?
After work, I was Charles thinking about speaking up.