The Black Witch sighed, concerned. “Don’t go too far. I can cover up most of your mistakes, but if you go too far, I have no way to control the media.”0

“You won’t find anyone as peaceful as me. Besides, you know that I’m a clairvoyant. I know what the best answer is.”0

“…Can I really count on you?”0

“Of course.”0

I took the microphone from the Black Witch. She still looked concerned, but it really was fine. I had the ultimate trick up my sleeve.0

I cleared my throat a couple of times before I spoke into the microphone. “Hello, everyone. I’m the Hunter who received the title of Death King. It’s nice to meet you all for the first time.”0

The speakers carried my voice into the crowd.0

The flashing of cameras that replied turned into one big wave of light. It didn’t really faze me. Perhaps the experience of being surrounded by the crowd of cameras yesterday had inured me because it was considerably easier to put up with the constant bombardment of lights.0

“Your name is… Mr. John Evans, yes?” I asked.0

“That’s right.” The young reporter looked straight into my eyes; his eyes were burning with the spirit of a true reporter. He wasn’t going to miss any of my movements and was determined to expose me.0

It was quite stressful, but only one thought occupied my mind as I faced him: to never become like the Fire Emperor.0

“I believe that all of the concerns are raised because of my inadequacy.”0

“Pardon?” The reporter blinked, the microphone he held momentarily...0