Sakura Country, Sakura City Prime Minister's Mansion.
The secretaries hurried back and forth, heads lowered, gathering the latest intelligence from various departments.
In the Prime Minister's office.
The Prime Minister, who had not slept because he was also paying attention to the Red Snake Sect, was now somewhat regretting why he had to focus on this matter.
Had he gone on his previous trip to inspect the north, wouldn't he have successfully avoided this problem?
Now, should any problem arise, wouldn't he, the puppet put forth as a result of compromises between the sects, become the best candidate to take the blame?
This was a burden the Prime Minister, even without any ambition, did not want to bear.
So he was stern in his speech in front of his subordinates and put on the image of a tough individual.
