Recruitment Notice

"Your Majesty, we've found an oil field in the Elysian Islands."

"Wow, that's great news. We don't have to worry about oil anymore."

"Yes, Your Majesty. This is Site Alpha-7. It's not just a pocket—it's a goddamn ocean of the stuff. Initial estimates put the reserves at 12 billion barrels. Twelve. Billion."

A slow, dangerous smile played on Alberto's lips. "Twelve billion," he repeated, the words rolling off his tongue like fine wine. "That's... remarkable."

"Significant?" Elizabeth sneered, her voice rising slightly. "This is a game-changer, Your Majesty. Do you have any idea what that means? The Bernard Empire consumes about 1.5 million barrels a day. This field alone could last us decades. Decades. And that's not the best part."

Alberto tilted his head, his smile widening. "Oh? Tell me."