To raise a person, you must teach him the principles of life.
But raising a dog is different. You don't have to worry about anything except feeding it and housing it!
He is his adopted son, and he is respected as the prime minister.
He asked him to pretend to be someone else's mother, and he killed him without mercy.
But it was he who picked him up from the pile of corpses and raised him as an adult.
And he still maintains his good character.
He went to Japan, and his family was exterminated...
Is it because I don't care, or because I care too deeply?