Henry walked to the window, looking out at the street below. Under the cover of night, the city had regained some of its former tranquility. He took a deep breath and said with a firm tone, "Yes, this intangible prestige… As long as we keep advancing, as long as we keep winning, this prestige will continue to accumulate and eventually become a terrifying power."
The corners of Henry's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a ruthless smile. A near-fanatical light gleamed in his eyes, as if he could already see his own glorious future.
Henry slowly turned around, clasping his hands behind his back. He began to pace slowly, each step so steady and powerful it was as if the very ground beneath his feet was making way for him.
"Claude, after all this fighting, I've realized something. Trying to kill every last enemy is a waste of my time and the lives of my soldiers.
Those potential enemies… They should be working for me, not ending up as cold corpses."
