The setting sun's dusk fell upon the Prime Minister's residence.
Beyond the imposing walls, the construction of the Prime Minister's residence still contained a touch of Japanese subtlety.
The exterior boasted a garden that was a delight to the eyes.
Kochou had seen such a scene before, but this was the first time she sat here as the owner.
She looked down at the outside through the bulletproof, bomb-resistant glass windows, finding a special flavor in the view.
Within the Prime Minister's Office on the fifth floor, in just a single afternoon, its appearance had completely changed from before.
From the furnishings to the color of the walls, all had been altered to suit her tastes. There was no trace left of Kumazo Yasuda.
Even the most towering authority loses its power upon death, which is why those in power crave eternal life, wanting to forever preserve their vast authority.
