"You dare to publish such fabrications, are you still human?"
The reporter waved his hand, tucking the manuscript into the inside of his royal curtains. "Relax, I'll indicate which part is made up. Besides, news like this is more interesting to read, isn't it?"
"But it's not true."
"What they need isn't truth. It's conflict that stirs ripples into their placid lives, contradictions, and the satisfaction of seeing others live worse than themselves. That's what people want."
"Is everyone like that?"
"Blindly believing what's before their eyes, the world still harbors those clever enough to unearth truth, like me."
Lyle looked at the shameless fellow before him.
Mr. Reporter wore a mysterious smile; his tablecloth fluttered in the breeze like waves, a playful voice bringing all ardor to a standstill.
"Only truth has value in a secret."
