Chapter 46: A berserk? (1)
The woman despised the press.
She detested journalists who acted as if they were the very embodiment of justice, often overstepping bounds with their rudeness. The way they wielded information like power and adopted a double standard, acting as though they belonged to the upper echelons of society, was particularly irksome. However, she did not deny the necessity of their existence. So, she read the newspapers daily, sorting out those she would eliminate and those she would continue to observe.
And now, the woman had decided to spare one particular media outlet she had recently considered exterminating.
"Isn't it charming that they've written such a pleasing line?" She mused, glancing at the article.
It was a third-rate article filled with flattery for the royal family, but its framing of the White Lion as a paragon of justice and its relentless criticism of mages seemed to give the publication a reprieve for another year.
...though next year might be a different story.
"Your uncle seems to be up to something amusing," she said.
"Oooh?"
She chuckled. "Not those useless fools bound to you by blood. How could they dare to call themselves your uncles? No, I mean Ihan, the only one this mother acknowledges as a true friend. Although he may not share our royal blood, he is a sworn brother that I have recognized. You must always show him respect when others are not watching, Arthur."
"Aaawuu."
"Are you interested too? Your eyes are sparkling. Well, I can't blame you. I'm excited to see what kind of battle my sworn brother will be waging."
"Oooh?"