Ignoring the reporters' desperate calls for him to stay, he strode out of the reception room, flanked by his secretary and security detail, and headed for the building's back exit.
He left the reporters in the reception room in a complete uproar.
"What in the world just happened?! The Prime Minister of Japan looked flustered, didn't he?"
"Something's not right! Something is very wrong! I have a feeling something major is about to happen!"
"..."
The reporters in the room were like sharks that had scented blood, their expressions growing feverish with excitement.
They had to find out what was happening in Tokyo, and they had to find out now.
「Meanwhile.」
"When did this happen?!"
Once he was out of the reporters' sight, the Prime Minister of Japan's face turned deathly pale, drained of all color.
'Yi Beidou is back?! And he assassinated the Emperor?!'
For a moment, he felt as if the sky was falling.
But his most pressing concern was his own safety.
