[A mysterious man! He raised a middle finger at the reporters!]

[What is the identity of the wolf mask riding the orc chief?]

[Why doesn’t he talk? Is it a mystical concept?]

[What is his identity and class? What is his appearance?]

These were the contents published on the front page of the newspaper the day after yesterday’s hot action. I slowly read the contents in the morning.

‘A man who seems to have an eccentric character appeared with the orc chief, Gorba.’

...These bastards. I read another article in a disgusted mood.

‘He must be ugly if he is wearing a wolf mask.’

This was nonsense. To be precise, it was a gnoll mask, not a wolf mask. More accurately, it was a dog mask. I didn’t know why they were mistaking it for a wolf.

There was another post right underneath. ‘A vicious employer driving the orcs to work. His wicked back.’

“Aish!” I folded up the newspaper and threw it on the couch. Certainly, the power of the press couldn’t...