The Shadow Swords had taken advantage of the Academy to keep their profit for themselves, and use it infiltrate and expand into other sectors. Even if everything else were set aside, the simple fact that the Academy had eased the burden on the Shadow Swords-and in doing so allowed them to expand at an unprecedented pace- was more than enough to prove just how vital the Academy had become in the current era. But if Morgana were truly forced to establish a massive peacekeeping army, one that required enormous spending on weapons, equipment, and logistics, paid generous salaries to countless soldiers, and was continuously dragged into wars and large-scale conflicts against things called ANTI-LIFE. That was precisely why academies were never counted among the absolute richest powers in the universe, despite their staggering sources of income. They poured most of their wealth into wars against anti-life, doing so willingly and without complaint, because those wars granted them immunity, protection, and prestige-and in return, that same prestige attracted even more Pearls year after year. But Morgana did not care about any of that. She cared about only one thing: securing the largest possible flow of Pearls to support His Majesty's grand ambitions. Creating a peacekeeping army would mean draining that income source almost entirely. It would sharply reduce the surplus she could channel into His Majesty's empires, leaving her with little to contribute-and that thought filled her with intense frustration and anger! Finally, after descending underground for more than twenty uninterrupted minutes, Morgana came to a halt before a small door, its surface surrounded by several powerful arrays layered one atop another. The arrays activated instantly. Invisible waves swept across Morgana's curvy body in a thorough scan, followed by a focused beam that flashed briefly toward her head. Moments later, a calm, artificial voice echoed through the corridor: "Lady Headmistress Morgana - access granted." The small door opened only a narrow crack. Morgana pushed it open without hesitation and stepped inside. She moved directly toward a large black chair positioned before a dark, austere desk and sat down heavily. Resting her chin on her hand, she fell into deep thought. This was not a situation she could resolve on her own. Yet the question remained-what exactly should she request from His Majesty? Would he summon an army from beneath the earth itself? Or would he divert a portion of the forces of the Doubled Centennial Grave Empire to wage war against anti-life across the entire sector? But the army of the Doubled Centennial Grave Empire was already under immense pressure, locked in a brutal war against the Millennial Holva Empire! She did not need commanders. She did not need elite, high-tier fighters. What she needed were sheer numbers-ground troops and fleets in overwhelming quantities. But where could they possibly come from? Even if she halted every distribution she made each year, it would still take centuries to independently assemble and equip an army of such scale.
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