Chapter: Brothers Beneath the Surface
"War is truly difficult."
There was bitterness in Aric's voice.
"How many people died for something like this?"
Aric savored the finest tea and discussed its futility.
This was not simply a discussion of tea as a food item. It was a discussion of how much blood had been shed for the trade between Madius and Yusuf, and between Hardion and Tumaria.
"…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that in front of you."
Aric looked at the shaking water, then turned to Carl and apologized in a low voice.
"No, that's okay. I agree with that too," Carl said calmly.
War was merely a means of politics.
If you could use it well, there was nothing better than this, but if you could get away with it, then not doing it was the best.
It was a rational judgment to the end.
"How have you been, brother?" Carl changed the subject.
"Wouldn't I always be the same?" Aric said it nonchalantly.
But in fact, Aric had been in a bit of a difficult situation recently.
