Air Force One is known as the "Flying White House," and anything that can be done in The White House can also be done aboard Air Force One.
It also has a press conference room.
"Hi~ Good afternoon, everyone. I’m your lovely little reporter, Erin~ Today marks the first press conference held by that person since the Washington D.C. incident."
Erin was from a local dia outlet in Florida. She started recording a video with her smartphone.
She panned the cara over the press conference room and then swiftly over her ample chest. Laughing, she said, "Look, there are a lot of journalists here.
This press conference didn’t restrict foreign journalists from participating. As you can see, there are quite a few foreign journalists present in the back row.
There are also journalists from mainstream Arican dia, such as the Associated Press, Fox, and CNN."
With a sweep of her cara, she captured the journalists as they looked for their seats.
There was a seating order for press conferences: mainstream dia at the front, followed by local dia, and foreign dia at the back.
Not everyone got a chance to ask questions.
For local dia like Erin, whose ho state didn’t get along with the Democratic Party, the chances of asking a question were slim. Most of the ti, they just listened to other journalists’ questions.
Her only role there was to docunt the scene.
After such a major incident recently, I’m sure so journalists will pose sharp questions. I wonder how he’ll respond.
Erin revealed a smile that seed to enjoy the drama.
"Ladies and gentlen, please find your seats."
White House staff ca forward, guiding them to their seats.
Equipnt for the major television networks was set up, ready for a live broadcast of the press conference.
Erin continued to focus the cara on herself, smiling as she said, "Rember to subscribe, everybody."
The account she managed was the company’s official account, not her personal one. It was the type that if she resigned, another journalist could take over hosting the account.
That Erin, at such a young age, was hosting a program like this was naturally because she had a good father.
"Now, I need to be quiet for a while."
She whispered, and the room fell silent. Under the expectant gazes of the journalists, Nett appeared in a suit; Karin had already stuffed the relevant speech notes into his hand.
Even for a press conference called on a whim by the President, his subordinates had already prepared what questions would be asked and how he should respond.
For questions outside of the plan, they could use deflection tactics or directly ignore the questioner.
Nett stepped to the podium.
All the journalists stood up in unison to show respect for the President.
Even Erin was no exception.
Not standing up at this mont was a very serious issue.
Nett pressed down with his right hand, saying, "Please take your seats, everyone.
Today, I called this press conference mainly to explain sothing to you all."
He paused. The room grew so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Newspaper reporters were ready to record every word of the exchange between the President and the reporters.
Erin, anwhile, aid her cara at Nett on the stage.
Nett looked down at his speech notes.
"To answer so of your questions."
Hearing this, many reporters in the audience raised their hands.
According to usual practice and the prepared speech, he should have called on mainstream dia reporters.
But Nett didn’t do that. Instead, he gave the opportunity to speak to a foreign dia reporter.
The President’s press conference, and the first chance to speak is given to a foreign journalist?
This action surprised Erin, and she quickly moved her phone to focus on the reporter with the raised hand.
Erin recognized the person as a journalist from Al Jazeera based in the United States.
The journalist was also stunned. He had only raised his hand casually, going along with the atmosphere, never expecting the President on stage to call on him.
But he soon realized this was an opportunity. He hastily stood up, saying, "Mr. President, if I may, I’d like to ask: if The White House claims there is no issue, why are you residing on Air Force One?"
Nett replied truthfully, "Because it’s safer for to live here, to avoid attacks by Monsters from another world to the greatest extent."
Nett’s response left the journalists in the room shocked and speechless.
Erin’s mouth fell open. Could the lizard people her father talked about really exist?
The journalist who asked the question wanted to say more, but Karin finally reacted, shouting, "Cut it off!"
Nearby Secret Service agents imdiately rushed forward, cutting off the live television broadcast.
Karin’s eyes swept over the reporters present. Her face dark, she said, "Everyone hand over your recording equipnt and please remain here for the ti being."
Nett looked at the shocked, speechless expressions of the journalists below the podium and seed to realize he had misspoken.
Unable to contain her anger, Karin whispered, "I think you need to go back and rest."
"You’re right," Nett nodded.
Aozawa stared at the press room, a veritable powder keg, marveling internally at how powerful the Fate Weaving Ability truly was. He had rely written a simple sentence on the Book of Fate: *Nett will accept a dia interview today and, not following protocol, will truthfully answer a foreign reporter’s question.*
Then, the book nad Fate compelled Nett to hold the press conference and also ensured he was stopped by soone beside him after answering the question.
Viewed this way, any vague plotlines I write in Fate will be supplented by Fate in so manner. Next, I could try writing about soone’s detailed experiences over an hour—would each and every experience co to pass? If the experiences are far-fetched, would they still occur?
Aozawa beca excited.
「anwhile.」
In the living room of the Phoenix Academy residence, located in Tokyo’s Setagaya District.
Phoenix Academy Maggie’s vacation schedule was usually packed full, but occasionally, there were exceptions, such as news related to major world events.
As the heiress of the Phoenix Academy family, Phoenix Academy Maggie had to constantly monitor global trends. Unlike ordinary people, she couldn’t afford to be a coward, burying her head in the sand within an information cocoon woven by others.
So, when she heard Nett was preparing to hold a press conference, Miwa pulled her over to watch the ABC live broadcast.
"...out."
"Turn it off!"
After a loud shout, the screen went dark. Phoenix Academy Maggie’s face showed a hint of shock.
Her first reaction was that Nett was truly senile to dare to say such things in public.
Phoenix Academy Maggie quickly picked up her mobile phone, opened TikTok, and, as she expected, bloggers were already reporting on the news.
The headline read: "The President Personally Confirms the Existence of a Different World; Monsters Are Threatening the World."
The next headline was: "Nett Is Too Old and Senile."
The following video claid The White House was perpetrating a shocking hoax on par with Star Wars, and that the octogenarian president should not be underestimated.
Even with Nett’s own words, so people chose to believe, and others chose not to believe.
As long as the latter constituted the majority, the general populace wouldn’t react too strongly. The crucial factor was the leaders of those nations.
If they inferred the existence of a Different World and Monsters from Nett’s speech, Tokyo would beco even more of a hotbed of activity. Phoenix Academy Maggie could easily imagine that any country with the ans would try to unearth related secrets in Tokyo.
「Venezuela, Caracas.」
At the top of David Tower, in a small study, Paul stared at the interrupted broadcast, his expression thoughtful.
Were these Monsters from a Different World Nett ntioned rely the ramblings of a senile old man, or had he inadvertently revealed a hidden truth? Did the Press Secretary cut the live feed to stop the President’s senile display, or to prevent him from revealing more of the truth?
Paul’s brow furrowed slightly. There was far too little information available right now.
As he was deep in thought, the door to the study was suddenly flung open. Only Ramon could enter his study so casually.
"Paul! His Excellency summoned , saying there was a task for to do—guess what it is?"
Hearing Ramon’s words, Paul’s brow furrowed slightly. He was almost certain the summons was connected to the recent television address. The live feed had only just been cut, and there was already such a swift response.
A suspicion flashed through Paul’s mind. He said solemnly, "It might be related to the Monsters from the Different World."
Ramon blinked. "Ha, what did you say?"
"Just now, at the press conference, Nett admitted he was staying on Air Force One to avoid Monsters from a Different World."
"Haha, that’s just him being senile."
"Whether it’s true or not, when a person of his stature says sothing like that, every country will have to investigate. Ramon, this is our chance."
A glint of ambition flickered in Paul’s eyes. He spoke softly, "Under normal circumstances, getting close to the center of power would undoubtedly be a lengthy process.
But in tis of chaos, it’s different—we’ll be rapidly drawn into the very center of power."
Speaking of which, Paul asked, "Do you rember the Dio Salvation Committee from a while ago?"
"Wasn’t that debunked long ago, said to be a fake video?"
"If His Excellency is truly summoning you regarding matters of the Different World, then you must firmly maintain that the video was real."
"Oh, I get it!" Ramon wasn’t well-read, but he wasn’t stupid. He slapped his forehead. "Only by insisting on that can I make His Excellency rely on soone with my fighting prowess!"
"Exactly."
Paul nodded. He felt that he and his good brother stood at a historical turning point, like commoners in the annals of history, thrust by the tides of a tumultuous Fate towards the pinnacle of power.
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