"Dea, have you ever wondered why countries are so keen on amassing military arsenals, so ready to go to war?" I question, my voice tinged with the weight of the unsaid. I pause, allowing the room to absorb my words. The scent of sanitizer and sterilizing medicine fills the air as I glance around the chamber adorned with antique trinkets.
"Why Master?"
My fingers graze over an ancient sword, feeling the intricate patterns etched into its surface."It's about money. When you rob a house, you claim all its possessions. Rob an entire country, and you inherit its mines, banks, citizens, and wealth. That's war—rapid and brutal wealth acquisition. Take our storming of the Dark Monarchy; we've amassed around 15 billion. Ever wonder where all this sudden fortune comes from? We're plundering them, and the temptation of such quick gains can be addictive."