Leon then began explaining why their Demon Race could take the initiative.
Against any race.
It was because the Demon Race's merchant caravans were famous throughout the world!
Goblins were the best at doing business, and the Demon Race's caravans supplied the entire Western Continent. Countless ships sailed the seas.
The fallen Dark Elves could provide them with navigational markers for the sea winds.
They dominated the world, with merchants controlling trade across every continent.
These things were common knowledge.
But there were things some people didn't know.
Merchants and pirates were one and the same.
They were merchants most of the time, and pirates now and then.
With the Merfolk Race on their side, even a powerful enemy navy was useless.
Ships had to sail on the water, after all. One spell from the merfolk, and any merchant would fall into line.
Their enemies couldn't even build warships. As long as the Merfolk Race went to war, every shipyard would be destroyed.
Because they attacked from beneath the sea.
All these tricks had made Louis realize the Demon Race's true strength.
They controlled wealth, with endless riches serving as their backing and resources.
Louis understood why Leon had said all this.
The legends about the Demon Race were terrifying.
That was because of their physical prowess and the fact that their race was practically born evil.
But in reality, even at their peak, their fighting strength was weak.
They were said to have all sorts of bizarre superweapons and powerful arms.
Yet every time they went to war, their performance was too awful to watch.
They weren't united; everyone fought for themselves.
They were only strong as individuals.
They also had a long-standing method of remote Dog Training.
It was simple, but effective.
One mistake was enough to condemn