The D-Rank Guild Master of the No. 1 Guild

Anyways, just like a moment ago, Shemarin seems perfect for throwing in questions that, while borderline, make this adult-rated game reach the peak of viewer interest.

She is perfect as the third reporter for our interview team.

And more importantly—.

“Akata—. You look good.”

“Yes, thanks to you.”

Akata and Shemarin had split up in a show window scenario, and now they want to show the viewers that their relationship is amicable.

This is for the sake of both Akata’s and Shemarin’s images.

We’ve also got a VJ to capture all three of us in one frame.

Zaet, who was once a strategist for Redmonarch and the most favorable towards Akata while he was there, has gladly offered his help.

So technically, we have four interview reporters.

“Let’s hurry then. I’d like to get all the interviews done today.”

1996… 1997 people.

“Are you crazy? That’s impossible. I can’t do it.”

Zaet, the cameraman, momentarily forgot his role and tried to escape.

Shemarin had to persuade him with her presence and bring him back from the killer schedule.

For our first interview to set the mood—.

We’ll start at our Agasa’s subordinates group’s pension.

“Excuse me, we’re here for an interview…?”

“Ahhh!”

As soon as we opened the door, a person flew out with a scream.

Since both Akata, Shemarin, and I instinctively dodged, the person collided with Zaet, who was at the very back.

They rolled on the ground, and the camera went tumbling, causing a broadcasting accident.

‘What is this? Is this staged for the interview? As expected from subordinates like me.’

Shemarin helped Zaet up, I checked to see if our subordinate was hurt, but Akata saved the camera first.

Our Akata is indeed a broadcasting pro… or rather, it seemed the camera was more precious to him.

Then he thrust the camera towards the man with disheveled clothes and began the interview.

“Why did you come flying out? Was there a conflict inside the pension?”

Akata, that’s our pension…

The man groaned, got off Zaet, and shook his head.

“No? We were playing human baseball.”

He had a face that didn’t know what conflict was.

Of course, this is how our subordinates group should be.

Now that I think about it, I can hear someone shouting “Foul!” from inside the pension.

“Our leader was the pitcher.”

After the revolution, the reorganized subordinates group pension has become tremendously large, the living room is as big as a plaza, and people ride electric scooters to get around inside.

Because people wanted it, I made it this way.

Anyways, we went inside to get an interview.

“Na.He.An! Na.He.An!”

“Two outs! Currently, two outs with no runners!”

“No-hit, no-run remains intact!”

Nobody paid any attention to the interview team. They were fully engrossed in their own game.

Where once stood the mansion of an old conglomerate, now there was an indoor sports arena…

“Whew…”

A bead of sweat fell from the temple of the fiercely glaring pitcher. Nahean carefully adjusted the human ball, eyeing the batter across from him.

I gave up on the interview and just instructed Zaet to film the game scene.

“Number 5! Second base! Heading to second base!”

“Was that an out? Safe?”

“The umpire signals! Safe!”

“Pitcher Nahean throws his glove in frustration!”

Despite their average age being 23.1 years, they looked more like a co-ed middle school class.

Anyway, our subordinates group was doing well. They were having fun.

Even now, when everyone can live independently, all 31 members chose to live together in the dormitory again, which speaks volumes about their friendship.

“Let’s just count this as having conducted the interview and move on.”

The characters of the subordinates group are less popular compared to the main ones, so unless there are specific requests, we only interview a few. However, Agasa’s subordinates group has many fans, so we couldn’t skip them.

This is actually a point of pride for me.

But the umpire behind the catcher, calling the strike zone, looked familiar.

“What is Kanel doing here?”

Our Kanel, who was once an instructor, is dearly loved by the subordinates group and often gets dragged into their activities…

During the changeover, Kanel came over to our side. This naturally allowed me to interview Kanel.

Looking around, I quietly asked Kanel a small question so it wouldn’t be caught on camera.

“Where is Unahar?”

Unahar lives in a small house very close to the subordinates group’s pension. He probably eats with them most of the time.

“He’s not here.”

Kanel answered calmly.

Right, of course.

Upon hearing that Akata and I were part of the interview team, Unahar probably left the pension and disappeared—.

“He went surfing.”

…Despite his gloominess, he was enjoying various cultural activities in this new world.

I set aside my apologies to Unahar and decided I must capture a shot of the top-ranked male character in a swimsuit later.

“Unahar went surfing?”

Akata approached with the cameraman, and that comment was recorded directly into the microphone.

“I think I know where. It should be the coastline near Aleon’s village.”

“I know too. But Akata, you seem to know quite specifically.”

“Sometimes we meet there.”

This conversation was included in the interview.

Viewers might have expected Unahar and Akata to not even see each other’s faces… but surprisingly, they are somewhat friendly.

However, they never meet with me in between.

“Akata, what do you and Unahar usually do when you meet? Include that in the interview too.”

“Fishing.”

To be precise, Unahar takes Akata fishing with him.

Going alone is too boring, and if he brings even one member of the subordinates group, it gets so noisy that the fish don’t come up.

They don’t say a word and it’s quiet, but when a fish bites their line, they both go, “Oh, oh!” encouraging each other.

At this point, it seems like we can wrap up the interview with Agasa’s group. I should just drop some hints about the people who haven’t appeared yet.

“I believe Lilith and Gio are also near that beach. Perfect. We can see them together with Unahar.”

This statement is actually fabricated, but it’s fine.

Lilith and Gio are the most popular couple whose current situation is unknown to viewers. Gio’s detention period was exceptionally long.

But the more uncertain their situation, the more they should be revealed at the end of the video. This keeps viewers from leaving midway and ensures they watch until the end.

That’s why I lured them to a faraway place by telling them I created a beautiful flower field in the neighboring village.

“Let’s meet the second interviewee.”

Zaet gave a formal commentary to the camera.

“Who’s next?”

“We’re visiting the closest houses from our starting point, but if we run into anyone on the way, we’ll just start with them.”

To be precise, these are interviews with those who don’t want their homes revealed.

However, according to Shemarin, the closest person to our current location is someone specific.

“…Did Jail really agree to do the interview? That’s a lie, right?”

“He listens to what I say.”

A bench on the path lined with cherry blossom trees leading up a small hill. There lay a figure sprawled out.

Falling petals stuck to his body and kept falling on him, but Jail didn’t open his eyes.

If a few more hours passed, he’d look like he was in a flower grave.

How long has he been sleeping there?

“Are we really going to wake him up for an interview?”

“When I asked if I could film him sleeping, he said it was fine.”

Of course. How is that even an interview?

Feeling dubious, I decided we should at least get a shot. I called the camera to move closer.

But before that, Shemarin moved forward first. Her back was captured by the camera.

She carefully sat down next to the sleeping man, tilting her head to listen to his even breathing.

After a moment, she gently placed his head on her lap.

At that moment, Jail briefly woke up.

“…”

But then he closed his eyes again.

We hit the jackpot.

Standing next to Zaet, I confirmed that the scene was well captured and grinned. Akata, seeing me smile, smiled as well.

“It looks like there has been some progress.”

“Maybe he’s just happy to have a pillow and decided to stay put.”

“Be quiet, Zaet.”

Shemarin snapped softly. Apparently, she heard the conversation between Zaet and me. Zaet flinched.

After waiting a bit, I said, “You’re not just going to let us do all the work while you rest, right?” Shemarin obediently left Jail and came down. We continued on our way.

I was surprised. I thought Shemarin would seize that golden opportunity.

I had assumed our reporter team might be reduced to just Akata and me from now on.

“No rush—. If you pull little by little, he’ll eventually fall. I’m steadily drawing him in.”

Shemarin was resolute.

It seemed like she had no doubt that he belonged to her and she to him.

“Did I tell you that Jail let me massage his back yesterday? He said he needed it because his muscles were stiff from sleeping.”

Ah, I see. I nodded absentmindedly, barely listening.

“Maybe today he’ll let me touch him lower.”

She mused cheerfully. Of course, it was recorded by the microphone.

…Should we cut this part or not?

Shemarin’s remarks always give us editing headaches.

Suddenly, Shemarin skillfully covered the microphone with her palm and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“You should see how sexy he looks when he blushes.”

Wait a second.

Maybe Jail has already been completely melted down to his core, yet he still seems as unfeeling as a rock because he’s so bad at expressing emotions.

The truth, known only to those two, remains a mystery…