[The Abyssal Academy - The Principal's Office]
The storm outside had finally broken, leaving a crisp, freezing morning across the jagged mountains. Inside the office, Victor Thorne sat behind his mahogany desk, projecting the decrypted data from the captured assassins' cloaking artifacts.
The Tycoon's Ledger glowed, illuminating a complex holographic spreadsheet.
"The Holy Kingdom's financial infrastructure is fundamentally flawed, Seraphina," Victor said, taking a slow sip of his black coffee. "Their economy is backed entirely by 'Faith.' The citizens pay a mandatory ten percent tithe, believing it buys them protection from the Gods."
Seraphina adjusted her glasses, studying the floating numbers. "Faith is an intangible asset, Principal Thorne. It has no physical collateral."
"Exactly. Faith is just unregulated fiat currency," Victor smiled a cold, calculating smile. "And because Commander Kael gambled away their physical gold reserves on our Loot Boxes, the Church is currently bankrupt. They are maintaining power entirely on the illusion of solvency."
Princess Ignis, standing by the fireplace, frowned. "So? The Pope still commands the minds of millions of zealots. Illusion or not, they will fight for him."
"Not if we trigger a bank run," Victor stood up, his midnight-blue suit perfectly pressed. He turned to Elara, his Paladin-turned-Growth Partner.
"Elara. You know the inner workings of the Vatican. If the citizens discovered that the Pope lost their tithes gambling, and that the 'Avatar of the Sun God' was legally deleted for copyright infringement... what would happen?"
Elara's eyes widened, the sheer scale of the devastation dawning on her. "Their faith would shatter. And holy magic is directly fueled by the collective faith of the masses. Without it, the Pope's miracles would fail. The barrier protecting the Holy Capital would collapse."
"Precisely," Victor checked his gold pocket watch. "We are going to short-sell the Holy Kingdom."
Victor tapped his fountain pen against the Ledger.
"Seraphina. Contact the Elven Crystal Refinery. Tell them to halt production and repurpose the magical grinders into printing presses. I want five million pamphlets printed by noon."
Victor's Tycoon Aura flared, suffocating the room with pure, predatory intent.
"We are going to publish the Church's bankrupt ledgers. We are going to broadcast the footage of their Paladins surrendering their holy armor to pay for medical debt. We will use the Pantheon Prime portals to air-drop these pamphlets across every street, market, and church in the Holy Capital."
"You are destroying their religion with a smear campaign," Ignis whispered, a wicked grin spreading across her demonic face.
"I am issuing a market correction," Victor corrected her smoothly. "Let's show the masses the true cost of their salvation."