Sometimes, Leech wondered what all his hard work and development was for.
Money? He liked it, but he never dreamed of having a nation's worth of wealth. Besides, there wasn't much in this world that sparked his interest enough to buy.
Power? Not really. While he wasn't opposed to killing enemies on the battlefield, he would never be the one to start a war if world peace was an option.
Was it to save the struggling common folk, then? He didn't think he was that noble. In fact, he considered himself rather vicious.
If Leech saw someone about to starve, he would certainly help without hesitation. If he saw thugs bullying a young woman, he would draw his sword. But he could only save what he saw; he had no grand ambitions of saving the entire country.
Authority?
No one could refuse authority, but Leech was far from being obsessed with it.
'Then what is it that drives me to keep rushing forward, never willing to stop?'
