Smirking, he continued, "The Rajputs were old-fashioned relics, relying on brute control of local governments and embedding their people in positions of authority rather than fostering genuine economic growth. Despite Indra's progress, its massive population remains a liability—a strain too large to sustain comfortably. That's why their fee was kept comparatively lower."
Fabiano's expression grew sharper as he leaned forward slightly, his smirk widening. "But you are different. Unlike those old and useless guys, you're an entrepreneur—a visionary who commands futuristic technology that could very well redefine the world. Mark my words: once you step out of hiding and fully establish your industries, don't be surprised if the Federation demands more than a trillion. And when that day comes, you will only have yourselves to blame."
Evan's expression barely shifted, but there was a flicker in his eyes—a subtle transition from amusement to something darker.
