"Of course, in Penacony's first-ever Holy Grail War, I also had a few personal little goals of my own... but those have nothing to do with you all."
"Then why not just ask the Holy Grail for money directly?" Yan Huan asked.
Old Audie: "..."
The air suddenly fell silent.
After a moment of silence, he finally answered:
"Wealth that appears out of thin air will only cause inflation."
"The secrets of finance cannot be achieved through empty wishes alone."
"That requires delicate balance and careful maneuvering. I like money, but I do not like a numbers game of endless growth."
"I like watching people swarm into Penacony, trading all their possessions for a chance to join the Holy Grail War."
"I like watching Clover Coins flow out from the Gilded Hour and into the galaxy's markets, buying and selling."
"I like seeing my enemies kneaded and crushed by every possible means until they lose everything."
"I like acquiring companies I have never even heard of with a single stroke of my pen, making them part of my vast commercial empire."
Old Audie gradually grew more pleased with himself.
"The Golden Hour has to watch my expression when pricing its goods, while the Moment of Blues customizes Penacony's fashion trends for me."
"Dreams? Wishes?"
"Do you really think Penacony was built upon such intangible things?"
"No, no, no. What supports it is precisely the thing you consider most vulgar: an endless stream of currency."
"Money is the firmest cornerstone of this Planet of Festivities."
Emiya narrowed his eyes. "No matter what you plan, the Holy Grail War can only produce one victor."
"And what you have done in this farce has already placed you against everyone."
"Now, we stand before you, clever merchant."
Cú Chulainn nodded slightly and smiled confidently.