<h4>Volume 3 Prologue</h4>


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    “It’s dirty work. Only a gentleman can carry it out.”


    That was what I learned, and that was what I believed.


    I betrayed many people, and sometimes I threw them away.


    I made many shed tears, and sometimes I killed them.


    I loved my country, and my country loved me.


    I gave my all for my country, and my country paid me back in full.


    I love my country. Even if my country does not love me.


    I give my all for my country. Even if my country does not pay me back in full.


    But—


    How did ite to this?


    How


    did ite to this?


    Oh, Goddess of Fortune.


    You cruel and fickle mistress.


    I will not lose.


    I will use any means necessary.


    Now, think.


    Think.


    Think.


    What use is that head of yours?


    To disy hats?


    To touch with your fingertips as you salute?


    Think.


    Think.


    Think.


    The whistle finally sounds.