Whether they were businessmen or terrorists, it didn't matter.
After Caractacus and Avery finished their tearful tale, the reporters firmly threw their support behind the pair.
What could they do? Cornelius Fudge simply wasn't well liked.
Not only the Ministry officials, but even reporters like these were hoping the old man would resign soon and hand the Minister's post to someone truly capable.
"There must be some kind of misunderstanding."
Though his eyes were red with anger, Cornelius Fudge knew this wasn't the time to act on impulse.
Who could have guessed those two scoundrels would bring reporters along?
The Ministry's reputation couldn't keep sinking. If it fell any further, there'd be nothing left!
"A misunderstanding?"
Cornelius Fudge's change in attitude seemed to be a signal. Avery narrowed his beady eyes.
"So the slander against Death Blossom came out of nowhere because of a misunderstanding, too?"
Could you have just a little shame, for once?
If he could, Cornelius Fudge would have loved to ask Avery that very question.
After the escape, the Ministry hadn't received any news, but word had already come out of Heaven Street. Who would believe Death Blossom had nothing to do with the escape?
But even so, Fudge couldn't speak rashly.
"Hmph."
Seeing Cornelius Fudge's expression, Caractacus knew the moment was right and didn't press his advantage any further.
"All right, all right. We didn't come here to argue, remember?"
There had to be someone playing the good cop after the bad cop. Caractacus understood that perfectly.
He exchanged a knowing look with Avery, who was just as wily, then got down to business.
"Given the Ministry's misunderstanding of Death Blossom, I, Caractacus Bokken, head of business—"
Avery chimed in as well.
"And I, Avery, head of administration—"
They spoke in unison.
"Have decided to