After his anger subsided, Nakamura Tatsuyuki quickly regained his composure, his gaze fixed on the ledger, his expression fluctuating between dark and light.
"Should I lift the lid on this?"
If he really did it, it would not only provoke the outrage and uproar of the public but also put the Cabinet in a difficult position, and make the officers of the Land Guard see him as an enemy.
But after only a moment's hesitation, he made his decision on the spot. If he didn't dare to do it, then no one in Japan would.
He had to honor the death of Mr. Kudou.
If he didn't lift the lid, the Empire's military would continue to rot. How would the grand revival be achieved?
For Heavenly Locust, for the Empire, and for his own ideals, he had to do what ordinary people could not.
Deciding what to do was easy, but actually doing it was not.
