How could this be possible?
George III's head buzzed, and for a moment, he could not comprehend what was happening.
That was no ordinary room reinforced with lead plates.
It was an absolute domain that the royal family had spent generations building, employing demigods of the Artisan pathway and combining them with Beyonder items excavated from Fourth Epoch ruins.
It isolated spirituality, distorted scrying, and blocked divination.
In theory, even if a true god arrived in person, they would not be able to project their gaze inside without triggering an alarm.
Let alone use such—such an inconceivable method to record images and sound.
Before he could think through the principles behind it, fear had already seized his heart.
"Lock it down! Lock down all information immediately!"
George III's voice was hoarse, as though it had been scraped by sandpaper. "Order Backlund Broadcasting Company to stop broadcasting! At once!"
"Your Majesty—it's too late."
Upon hearing this, the chief secretary forced an ugly smile. "What do you mean, too late?!"
"The television station's signal—is a dedicated line from Howard Industries.
We—we have no authority to interfere."
A dedicated line from Howard Company!?
The words were like a red-hot steel needle piercing George III's eardrums.
"And—"
The secretary swallowed with difficulty before speaking cautiously, "It isn't only television.
Every newspaper this morning printed extra editions—Loen Chronicle, Backlund Observer—even the smaller papers.
And the radio broadcasts—almost every channel is repeatedly reporting this matter.
Your Majesty, the news has—has already burst forth like a flood.
We can't stop it—"
George III could no longer hear what the secretary said after that.
All that remained in his ears was a droning buzz.
He stood frozen in place, his body stiff.
Then, the color drained from his face at a visible speed.
How the other party had