New law of Beast Taming-Chapter 400 - 401: The journalist [pt1]

For the first time, the press was on the divine guild’s side without anyone having to bribe them. They were trying to get on the same page and express the same sorrow.

The passing of the much beloved divine leader was phenomenal, and even the media was too stunned to make jokes about it.

They even moved on from Amane and toward Sean, who was about to take the position of the following divine leader. Suspicion and encouragement filled the people’s eyes. But they were suspicious of Sean at the same time.

"Are you sure you are the right person to take up the position of the divine leader? Do you have what it takes to succeed Charlie Suzuki, Mr. Sean? Do you even have half the power that your predecessor had?"

The media cared about power and balanced structure. They wanted a divine leader they could walk all over and control.

So far, Sean had yet to give them an opening to do anything.

"I do not appreciate being questioned unnecessarily. If you do not stay in your lane, you will make an enemy out of me. So be careful with what you say."

Sean warned, and his aura splashed brightly. Everyone was taken aback when the familiar power of flames shined through Sean’s eyes. That was the sigh of the divine leader.

Those who wanted to cause trouble with him knew better after that. They quickly reeled themselves back and threw their support behind Sean.

"I see. Fortunately, we have someone like you handing the fort, Mr. Sean. We all look forward to your rule as the divine leader. Unlike some people, you look like you would honour your promise and remember the last divine leader."

The journalist made this remark while looking at Amane. He did not say it, but many people were looking at Amane.

But they did not notice the subtle tears falling down Amane’s face. And Amane preferred it that way as well.

"I am sure that many people here are happy at the leadership change in the divine guild. And that is why I want to thank people like Yoko Tsurugi, who chose to stick by us in these hard times."

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"Mother could not have asked for a better friend."

Sean turned the tides around. Now that he had thanked Amane, the journalists could not say anything. It would sully the name of the divine leader.

They were all salty about missing such a prime opportunity to make fun of Yoko Tsurugi. But it was no longer a possibility.

"A-Ah, the friendship is still strong, even if Charlie Suzuki is not here. Yoko Tsurugi must be an incredible person to make friends with one or two divine leaders."

The media did not say that the divine leaders got marinated. But this was what everyone thought at that time. They were sure that Yoko had some kind of leverage that caused the divine leaders to be submissive to her.

But Sean did not indicate that he was uncomfortable with Yoko’s presence. He finished the ceremony quietly and waited for the after-party.

As for Amane? She was happy sitting in her corner and sipping away at the alcohol. It was tasty and helped Amane feel more associative with what was happening around her.

She was busy chilling when someone sat in the seat before her. Amane had never seen this new person before, but the lady had a press pass.

It was manageable to guess why she had been singled out by a media person so early.

"Lady Yoko, I am so sorry for your loss. I heard about your cousin. Is Sakura Tsurugi alright? We tried asking the doctors about her disease, but everyone was tight-lipped. Would you like to share?"

The journalist spoke with a sympathetic tone. She was trying hard to sound normal and sympathetic. But Amane had seen through her facade with a single glance. And she was not happy to air out her dirty laundry.

"I am sorry, but I do not want to discuss anything with you. Whatever is happening to Sakura is our family affair. And I do not want others to stick their hand into this topic."

Amane warned the journalist to keep away. The journalist was taken aback since he had not expected such open hostility.

But that was alright. She had other ways to ensure she got what she wanted. The journalist knew that she was good-looking and she had dressed to emphasise her assets tonight.

Her low-cut dress showed the journalist’s breast window and her pierced nipples. It would cause anyone to take a double look her way.

The journalist had gathered all the information about Yoko Tsurugi and her preferences. And then she had dressed how the young woman liked it.

"Madam, these are sad times for you. You also lost your friend yesterday. You must be feeling a lot of things. Here, let me help you out."

The journalist tried to rub Amane’s arm to give her comfort subtly. But the main reason she had approached Amane was because Amane still had a lot of influence.

Now that the divine leader was gone, the female with the most influence worldwide was Yoko Tsurugi. Not only did she have money and connections, but she retained her excellent relationship with the divine guild.

What the other people did not see, this journalist saw clearly. And she was ready to take advantage of Yoko.

"I am not interested in gathering your sympathy or your time. You can return to your seat if that was all you came for. I have not fallen to desperate times yet."

Amane warned the journalist not to push her luck. The journalist looked flushed once she heard Yoko warning her. She had not expected to hear such words from Yoko Tsurugi of all people.

"I…this is…what the hell are you talking about? I am here because I have a sincere heart and want to help you. There is no need for you to be so rude to me."

That was what the journalist said, but in her mind, she was cursing Yoko Tsurugi. She did not know how Yoko Tsurugi found out about her intentions but knew she could not allow this to continue.

She looked at Yoko and waited for her to rethink her choice.

But it did not seem Yoko was in a mood to rethink anything. The journalist felt humiliated, and she stood up. But she was not going to go back without one last fight.

"Lady Yoko, you have rejected an acceptable offer from my side. I want to assure you that no one else would have given you the time of their day like this. I was being generous with you. But now I see that it was not needed."

The journalist tried to guilt-trip Yoko one last time. But as expected, Yoko did not even bulge. She looked at the journalist like she was not interested in her.

The journalist was angry and about to move when someone tapped their table. It caused the journalist to change her target from Yoko Tsurugi to this new person.

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"I was not aware that the journalists were beginning to offer escort services. I will have to try them out in the future and leave a review. Maybe also tell everyone that the news services are no longer how they used to be."

The female who sat down at the table had her face covered by a cloth. It was impossible to tell what she looked like. And the journalist did not remember anyone like her being at the banquet.

But only selected special people had been invited in the first wave of mourning. Even she had to sleep around to get a special invite. And that had been the most challenging thing she had done.

"You! I did not expect you to come here. Were you not resting at your home because you were sick? Chen did not say anything about you being a socially active person."

Yoko Tsurugi seemed to know this female. And Yoko Tsurugi’s tone was a little respectful as well.

If Yoko was being cautious with this person, the journalist needed to be careful and not make a mistake.

"It’s an honour to meet the madam. I am sorry, but I do not think I know your name. If you would be so kind as to tell me…"

The journalist tried to make an excellent first impression. She wanted to get this new person on her side. She may reap benefits she would not have otherwise if she played her cards right.

"Ah, I am sorry, but I am allergic to the media and journalists. I do not like to keep cancer that can betray me on my side; you should try someone else if you want to look for an easy pray that will bend to all your wills. Maybe an elderly gentleman who is bored of his regular company?"

The unknown miss directly insulted the journalist. It caused the female to turn red in the face and stutter. Whatever courage and interest she had gathered to persuade this female bleed out of her system.

"I…what are you saying? I am a proper gentlewoman of society, and I offered you my friendship because I wanted to get close to you. Why are you pretending as if you heard something completely different from what I asked you?"

The journalist hissed, now feeling offended. She had lost her composure, but she was lucky that no one was paying attention to her. It was dangerous for her to show her real emotions this openly.