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From a certain time onwards, the Demon clan has increased its clan by artificial mating of the frozen sperm of its former lord Mikhail, multiplied by the eggs of a woman of excellent physical ability, brain and appearance.

The child born of artificial mating is given the name of an angel, and after being generous from the beginning, his future status is somewhat guaranteed. However, few succumb to education that is rigorous enough to cause suicide and mental breakdown and fall off.

Of course, many are normally married and have children, but they become lower status in the clan. Depending on merit, of course, you can get to a higher position.

Theodore is classified among the clans as a thank you. Despite the absence of an angel name, he became a member of the Board of Governors, the highest status of the clan.

The credit for allowing publishers and advertising agencies and television stations and newspapers around the world to lend or buy shares or become sponsors by private oilfielders to make a strong impact on the media, allowing them to cover up the dark parts of the private oilfielders and the Demon clan is enormous. I won't even say that I left the entire world's media under complete control - but it's not enough to let the media in the major countries manipulate the information.

But despite the magnitude of his achievements, Theodore has a terrible reputation in the clan. There was more difficulty in his personality than jealousy.

Though there are many in the Demon clan who only seek gain without bringing people's feelings together, Theodore was viewed as a particularly bad, totally psychopath. Later, words and deeds were all about backstroking people's nerves, even whispering that people were deliberately trying to hate them.

In fact, Theodore was going to. He had the supreme pleasure of being hated by people and offending people, and, having understood the pain of others, he had no feelings of engaging others, and was a sexual bearer who preferred to inflict pain on others. He also sought power in order to use it to bring pain, misfortune and pity to more people.

There is no more profound reason for Theodore to have been so distorted. Nor has there been any tragedy in the past that darkens his mind. I was born with an abnormality in my brain, and I just lacked any conscience. When such persons rarely appear, modern science has elucidated them.

There is also a consciousness that I am an anomaly, but Theodore is not pessimistic about anything. I don't have any feelings for loving people, but I've never felt drawn. However, I never love others, but self-love and love for what I have built is terribly strong.

When the media was once slapped thanks to Kate Van Damme, the border Iranese press corps built by Theodore was also raised to the balls. Theodore, who had a strong attachment to this organization itself, had feelings of anger to the extent that he had counted with one finger since birth.

More than the ex, Theodore felt frigid and disgusted by this person named Kate Van Dam than he could understand himself. The emotions also helped, and the anger amplified further.

Possessed of revenge, Theodore has been waiting for that opportunity. I was also getting ready. I also knew that there were press people all over the world who felt the same way about me, so I even made secret contact and burned them.

And finally, that day came, and a great disturber, Cornelis Van Damme, its arrowhead, who tried to give Kate the reward of disobeying the press, which could also be called the absolute king of this world, was blocked.

I didn't expect Van Damme to interfere either, but Theodore shook in fierce anger, far beyond Kate's time, over what he said until he thoroughly criticized the press and then founded a surveillance agency.

Biton was still dealing with Raphael's chatter today. Since the uproar in Shinjuku, no work has come in. I can say it helps not to have a mandate, or I can say I'm in trouble in my spare time.

"Theodore is sending assassins from next to next, but he's being repelled from next to next. But... there are quite a few retiring and injured sea chihuahuas,"

The outcome of the battle between the two was also in Raphael's ears. Of course, in Biton's ear.

"The retaliation of an assassin hired by a private oilfielder is more than ten times that of a sea chihuahua. Is it time for us to have a voice?

Biton asks with a disgusting face, but Raphael waves

"I thought you said it wasn't there. It seems like a thorough policy to hire an outside killer this time. I refused to mobilize soldiers from the Japanese branch directly to Theodore."

"On the back street - is there any central interference?

Ask Biton further, Raphael shaking his neck further beside him.

"It's unlikely. Backstreet Central is a Van Dam neighborhood, and the hub is now watching in silence because private oil fields stores don't mobilize soldiers straight away. I said tightly to the Council of Regents that that equilibrium cannot be broken from our side. At least I won't allow it, so don't leave either."

"There's no way out"

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When he heard Raphael's words, Biton dashed. Such a push seemed ridiculous.

"Van Damme, not that I want to stand up for that Theodore, either."

Biton said. Being a man who doesn't find himself very attractive as a person, Biton looks at Theodore and thinks. He should be a very amazing man in stats, having built the Border Ilane Press Corps and gained his status, wealth and power, but he just looks like a boring person.

"A respected person is - he who attracts people's hearts and resonates with them - he who earns neither money nor fame. Even the smart, mind-turning ones haven't turned it down. He who shows hot hearts and life. Neither do I."

"No, you're surprisingly hot. Until recently, I didn't realize either."

It was Raphael who masochistically said it, but Biton denied it with a true face, and Raphael smiled uncommonly and lightly.

I used to think of Rafael as a disgusting boss bitton, but after what happened to Zunfantasy City and Shinjuku, we had now completely changed our view, and mutual trust is sprouting. That's why we also started chatting frequently.

"Well, it's time to see you again... for the Van Damme press conference"

Raphael turns on the TV. The big screen of the holographic display was projected indoors, reflecting Van Damme's face in front of the microphone.

"With the Border Irane press corps on its flag, they seem desperately to continue their ugly resistance right now, but are they unconscious about its funny nature?

The press conference had already begun. Van Damme complains with a grumpy face. It's all Japanese.

"In their current form, they are not circulating any reports that are inconvenient to them. And he works for a negative campaign for me. Their claims are truly absurd and hilarious in the first place."

Seeing Van Damme criticizing him sometime with an over-action gesture, Biton has reminded me of a certain famous figure in history. Conscious that the enemy is a private oilfielder, I even assume that he is deliberately imitating the person.

"The Reports Without Borders Surveillance Agency, which I advocate, is to monitor the media so that they do not report fraudulently and without neutrality. I mean, this is what they're saying." As always, let them do biased reporting that lacks neutrality, needle bars, big impression manipulations, and fantastic probaganda. "You can see how this is an unusual, selfish, ugly, and grossly unusual claim, if you have the power to think at all?

"Do you know what the Japanese word Tong Ra Han means?

Biton asks Raphael. I also know bittons once and for all.

"Life in Japan is a long time. I was surprised at the number of variations in Japanese at first, but it's something I'll remember living in, and conversely, it's getting interesting to know new words."

Raphael answers pale, seemingly uninteresting.

Van Damme's press conference ended there, and now Theodore's press conference began. This is also done in Japanese, aware that we are in Japan and have a press conference in Japan.

Theodore's press conference was a much less colorful substitute than Van Damme's and not much of an interesting one to hear. It was repeating the same thing again as what the press revolution would have done, but it still does not touch on its content.

"He's still a man with no fruit or flowers."

Seeing Theodore, Raphael says in dismay.

"We can't pull in on each other anymore, and it seems like we're making a lot of noise. Any fight... including a war between nations, is no different than a child fight."

"Our organization, which is stirring up that kid's fight all over the place and returning only the amount of blood flowing to the money, feels like the devil himself"

In response to Raphael's words, Biton blurred with a fed up face.

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