There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 538



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EP.538 All animals are equal

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If we call livestock animals raised for someone else’s purpose, then all humans are livestock.

『Stalin’s letter to Mauragan』

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No matter what anyone says, the person who attracts the most attention in Korea after the thousand people is a saint.

Not in a positive sense, but in a negative sense.

It was decisive that the Patriarch of Chengdu ruined Korea’s exclusive hosting for reasons of her safety.

If she had not done anything to save Manju, or at least had not had personal relationships with over a thousand people, it would not be surprising if she had been bitten like a dog by the media and public opinion.

I could sense that the staff at the hotel where the athletes were staying didn’t show it openly, and that they didn’t like the saint in many ways.

So much so that even Salome, who was not very perceptive, could feel a sense of discomfort, so what more can I say?

‘Saint, are you okay?’

Salome, who had been looking for news early in the morning, immediately went to see the saint.

Still, since it was the same hero’s party, I thought I should at least go and comfort him…

When I opened the hotel room and entered, I found that the saint was not alone.

Isn’t the senior and squadron vice-captain Hoana, whose back was broken by Dawn, eating breakfast with the saint?

‘Ah, two people came as escorts.’

I got excited for no reason. As Salome swallowed her relief and her shame at the same time, her saint heard her door open and waved her hand at her.

“I… Salome, how are you? “What happened this morning?”

That must have been meant to be Nazi, but then modified, right? Salome answered with her sigh.

“I just came because I was worried about the saint.”

“Worried about me? why?”

“The way Koreans view the saint is unusual… Okay, that’s enough. “You look okay, so I’ll just leave.”

“for a moment! “Let’s eat breakfast together while we’re here.”

rice? Salome, who was turning on her feet, slightly turned her head.

Sure enough, I didn’t realize it because I was only looking at the saint, but there was a steaming plastic bowl on the table where she was sitting.

what? Is it a stew?

Salome, who smelled a familiar smell of meat soup, didn’t bother to refuse and quickly approached the table.

“Then I won’t decline… ”

As she opened the lid of the plastic bowl, the familiar soup and rice greeted her.

“… Gukbap? “You couldn’t have bought it in Incheon, right?”

“Of course not. “I just came across a similar store, so I bought it.”

“… .”

The saintess smiled and handed her a spoon. Before the saint could grab the bowl of radish radish, she quickly changed her subject.

“But why did you buy so much?”

Even looking at the number of dishes, it looked like it was enough for five people. There were only three of us here. At that time, someone spoke to her from her corner.

-I deliberately bought enough to match the number of guards. Don’t worry and eat it.

Surprisingly, I turned my head and saw the Death Knight transformed into a human. Varana Kashi, he was sitting on a small chair with the Bible of Ulthvati open.

“… Death Knight? “How did you get through security?”

-There are also magic tools given by Gadan… First of all, he looks like a normal paladin on the outside, doesn’t he? Once I showed a miracle, I was able to easily pass without any inspection.

“… .”

Well, who would think that a paladin, or even someone who uses holy blessings, is undead?

“Ah, then maybe… .”

-The head of the Dumea family is also in subspace. Don’t worry. I’ll be able to meet you soon.

Salome, whose true feelings were discovered, tried to act as if nothing had happened and sprinkled salt and pepper on the hot soup.

Meanwhile, the saintess seemed to have already finished eating and was harassing the two guards.

“Pour the radish radish soup like this… “Ah, this is how you eat it?!”

Oh, that vicious bitch.

Salome, who saw the saint forcefully pouring radish radish soup into the two people’s soup, quietly moved the bowl to the side.

The second-year senior, whose name was either Shiina or Shiina, seemed to feel happy just by being given by the saint without knowing anything.

Well, anyway.

Salome, who saw the saintess snooping around to throw radish radish soup on her soup, changed her stance once more.

“Did you see Dawn’s press conference yesterday?”

“Yes, of course I saw it. “He acted well.”

“Yes, it was a bit pretentious, but… “Have you received any special communication?”

The saint shrugged her shoulders.

“With security like this, how can we contact you? If I go to the room where Dawn is, there will be a plague on the news… “If you use a cell phone, the risk of being eavesdropped is too high.”

“Then Miridis will be alone too?”

Salome was worried about the same warrior party, but the saint was different.

She suddenly burst into laughter, picked up a newspaper from the corner of the table, and opened it wide towards Salome.

[Lord Howe’s finalist Soemi-ri was actually Korean?]

On the page right after the thousand knights that decorated the first page, Soemiri’s face was stuck in the middle of the page.

“… under.”

I read it because I wanted to know something else… The article was full of provocative nonsense, such as saying that she, with her Korean name, was actually a descendant of the Korean people, and that the great Korean people had finally taken over Olympia.

“Huh, can you see this? It is called Jagang Saessi, but the Asha people mispronounced it, so it became Soessi. And the Jagang Sae clan wants to do a genetic comparison to see if Miri is their descendant?”

What was so funny, the saintess said, raising her eyebrows.

“The elf is Korean. “It would be more likely that I would become the embodiment of a miscellaneous god.”

“… .”

Before Salome could answer, Knock! Someone knocked on the saint’s room.

Neither the escort, Joana nor the senior, asked who they were.

Just like Salome a moment ago, the person who knocked on the door was clearly radiating mana.

“hello? Escort with a saint… Oh, Salome was here too.”

Miridis with long blonde hair. She wasn’t even a tiger, but she jumped out as soon as her name was mentioned and entered the room with light steps.

Soon the saint motioned to her and said,

“Hey Soe, did you eat breakfast?”

“… no? “Not yet.”

“Then come and take a spoonful. “Koreans have a passion for food, right?”

Unusual way of speaking. As soon as Miridis approached her table with a puzzled look on her face, the saint showed Miridis the courtesy newspaper.

“… .”

As soon as Soemiri, who had finished reading the newspaper, looked down, the saintess burst into laughter.

“You look exactly like my maternal aunt who went through the Gaeseong portal… Huh, Mr. Samiri? “I’m glad she found her lost family.”

Soemiri looked at the saint with a sullen expression, then opened the lid of the plastic bowl and answered.

“Actually, I came to tell you what Yeo-myeong asked me to do, but I don’t have to tell you what we talked about, right?”

“what? “How did you talk to Yeomyeong in this situation?”

“I can communicate through dreams.”

“… .”

Oh, I did. The saint belatedly remembered that fact, and after hesitantly touching her lips, she picked up a bowl of radish radish and held it out to Dis.

“that… “Does this taste better if you eat it with soup?”

“No, not like that. “You should first apologize.”

“… “Sorry for teasing you.”

“great. I accept your apology. And from now on, don’t make fun of me like this. If the second and third fight, it will only be difficult for Seti. “Did you know?”

“… Yes.”

Second and third? Is this really what I think?

For a moment, Salome was dumbfounded as she listened to the strange conversation between the two people.

In the end, the saint was stopped when she tried to pour radish radish soup into Somiri and Salome’s soup.

“Oh really, I heard this tastes better! “Even Dawn ate like this!”

Whether she was complaining that she didn’t know how to eat soup or not, the two people who finished their meal neatly asked the escorts to go outside.

The escorts obediently left the room. After confirming that the door was locked, Miridis took a moment to convey the information given by Dawn to the two warrior parties.

As soon as the topic of dealing with the ‘cattle pen’ came up, Salome and the saint asked at the same time.

“In the middle of the city… .”

“… “What are you dropping?”

However, Soemiri seemed puzzled and asked in reverse.

“huh? what’s the problem? “It’s not like blowing up a nuclear power plant.”

Only then did the two people remember that the devil in front of them was the daughter of the worst terrorist in history.

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At the same time, a luxury restaurant right next to the Kaesong Hotel.

The restaurant where ‘some’ reporters gathered to cover the Olympia athletes was busy from the morning.

As reporters with ties to the Korean government and famous foreign reporters gathered, the meal was sumptuous and the hospitality of the employees was top-notch.

Even the reporter who worked late all night had a smile on his face, so what more can I say?

Any reporter with common sense would have known that these meals were no different from bribes provided by the government, but no one bothered to say it out loud.

Originally, the media and power in modern society were one body, and this was especially true in an authoritarian country like Korea.

Journalist mentality? Rather than starving because of such things, a wise reporter’s way of life is to compromise with reality and fill his stomach.

Public surveillance? It was clear that the people are like pigs and dogs, and they would be happy to see a thousand people post nice pictures and a few lame comments in the finals that will be held tomorrow anyway.

anyway.

The reporters, who were so clingy to power that they mistakenly thought they were powerful people, exchanged various conversations while sipping the coffee that came with dessert.

-Reporter Kim, did you see that yesterday? Blacklist bastards protested? Is it right for large broadcasting stations and media companies to take over all of Row D, which has a good view of the stadium?

-What is equal media? How much business is this?

-Guys, it would be nice if we could completely wipe out this Olympia as a starting point.

It’s basic to blatantly criticize reporters who can’t participate here.

-We need to recruit more people than just a thousand people. Well, KG aired a news story called Soemiri.

-First, lightly pull it out with Jeon Yunseong.

-By the time you go to the capital, will you be elected as a saint once more?

-Instead of ending with the players, should we take this time to carefully scratch the French team and pick out something more? I think if I write a novel in collaboration with Joouayuse, it will sell like hot cakes.

There are even conversations that are blatantly targeting fake news for the sake of views.

Intoxicated by the power of the media, their conversation was unrestrained. After all, what is there to be afraid of when you are on the side of the power that is supposed to keep them in check?

-It’s been a while since we picked the Gukppong sisters. Every time I fail like the last middle school division, there are rumors… huh?

But then, their conversation ended when an unexpected guest visited the restaurant.

A young man with golden eyes, wearing Taegeukgi sweatshirts that were only distributed to Korean players.

-A thousand people?

-Why are you at the reporter’s restaurant at this hour?

About a thousand people trudged into the restaurant as if they had just woken up and immediately caught everyone’s attention.

However, his expression was a bit strange.

His expression was so grim that reporters who would normally have been rushing to hand out business cards couldn’t even talk to him.

While looking around the restaurant with his hands in his pockets, he suddenly headed to the table where a group of reporters were gathered.

It was a place where reporters from famous media outlets, commonly classified as the four major media companies, especially in North Korea, gathered, and one of the most courageous reporters stood up from his seat and held out his hand.

“Nice to meet you. Over a thousand players. My name is Jeong Hae-rim, and I am acquainted with Rep. Hong Yong-wan. .”

However, Dawn did not even give him a glance, but instead stared at the reporter sitting across the table.

Reporter Jeong Hae-rim, surprised by the unusual atmosphere, was about to say something.

Dawn opened her mouth.

“Reporter Kim Moo-hyuk. that’s right?”

“… .”

“Kim Moo-hyuk, who said some shit to my sister-in-law yesterday. “Is that right?”

The reporter named Kim Moo-hyuk was shocked and shook his head.

“I-I don’t know what you heard, but I… .”

“It’s okay if you get hit.”

Yeo-myeong took her hand out of her pocket and grabbed the head of reporter Kim Moo-hyuk.

“Now, wait! There is some misunderstanding! Let go of this, sleep! “Ahh!”

Whether or not the surprised reporters took out their cameras and followed him, Yeo-myeong climbed the restaurant stairs, dragging his head.

Eventually, he arrived at the 4th floor of the restaurant and clang! He said as he broke the restaurant window.

“I wish you luck. “If you fall headfirst, you’ll be left behind.”

“W-what is that-aaaah!”

Dawn just threw Kim Moo-hyuk out of the window.