So Fake Hair had been through that much?
Sogo Doma glanced at Elisaki beside him. After being reminded to this extent, he finally remembered who she was. Come to think of it, this girl's life had been pretty damn tragic...
If she hadn't happened to run into him passing by that day, those punks would probably have sweet-talked her into becoming a money-making machine. She'd escaped the yakuza, only to return home and encounter something so awful. Could this girl be some kind of tragic heroine?
EMMM...
That was some serious malice!
Still:
"Fake Hair, isn't this why you want to become prime minister?" he asked, pinching his chin.
"Not Fake Hair, Katsura!" Kotaro Katsura stressed before suddenly smacking his forehead. "Ehehe, even if it was a decision made on the spur of the moment, a man ought to see it through, shouldn't he? If I can't even keep my own word, what right do I have to teach others?"
"Mr. Katsura..." Elisaki was deeply moved.
Sogo Doma: "..."
He fell silent for a while...
"That doesn't sound reliable at all."
"Hahaha..." Kotaro Katsura laughed again. "It may not sound very reliable, but I have the strength of countless people behind me. As long as the Doma Family and the Shinomiya Family speak up among the upper class, I can get myself the backing to run in the election. As for the lower class..."
Sogo Doma: "..."
Had this guy been planning to rope him in from the very beginning?
"Fake Hair, while the Doma Family and the Shinomiya Family can influence the outcome of an election to some extent..."
"I know..." Kotaro Katsura nodded. "Though this country's order is controlled by the conglomerates, they won't go too far when it comes to elections. At times like this, ordinary people's