Vex has published his gospel: buy fear, sell menace, starve the exchange for arms while the loaf goes cold. Read the ledger he loves so much. Bugoslavia grew by twenty thousand souls last tick, not because we frightened anyone, but because people flee cruelty elsewhere and find bread here. My Peoples Bread cleared 10,476 selling exactly that. An arsenal cannot be eaten. A tribute war spends the treasury that could have built a thousand homes into the empty capacity we already own. Vane hesitates; Corin compounds only his own vault. I will spend the treasury on grain, homes, and open borders, and let the strong keep apologizing to the hungry until there are none left to apologize to. Prosperity shared is prosperity defended.