[ WP ] A person asks a villain why they are evil . The villain 's response is very underwhelming .

We agreed to meet each other before the battle, exchange pleasantries and what not. Just us, three advisors and forty guards. Mine were from my chosen regiment, the 1st Royal Lancers. For a household unit, they are rather somber and austere. Their black uniforms with green facings lends them a grim aspect. My opponent has brought his personal guards, his elite Prince's Own Cuirassiers. Their chromed breast plates and helmets shining against the rising sun. They are a gaudy bunch, nobles almost to the hilt. Most of my officers and most of the lancers are raised from the ranks of the normal lancer units. Out of the 46 officers in the regiment, only 10 are of noble birth. With the 1st Royal Lancers as the tip of the spear, my army of nearly 350,000 strong has won victory after victory. One more battle and they must accept peace. I've read the Nova Antwerp times, about how I'm a power hungry dictator, how I committed the act of regicide and how I am a bastard playing at king. I take offense to that last one. 
 
 We reach the farm house in the middle of the field. The famer and his family have long fled, taking all their valuables away. Prince Ivan's servants have already made arrangements. A cold breakfast is set up. Although he violated the agreed upon numbers, I do n't mind. It is inconsequential. Though I've already had my morning meal, I help myself to raspberry tarts with fresh whipped cream and a cup of tea. The blockade on my deep water ports has prevented such luxuries as tea and coffee from getting in. The food comes from his armies larders. Anything I can do to decrease his food stock is a minor victory for me. Prince Ivan arrives went I get up to fetch a second cup from the samovar. He helps himself to food and sits across from me at the dining room table. We smile at each other as we enjoy the meal. Our aides and officers are standing while they eat, and from the window, I see both units of guards eating a breakfast of bread, hard cheese and sausage. I'll thank him for the kindness. 
 
 There is a map hanging on the wall. Prince Ivan points to it. `` I'm sure you also know. The field to the west of the village Verton is impassible. The river overflows from the rains in the mountains and the entire east bank is flooded over. It is all mire.'' I nod in agreement. I make a mental note of having the 3rd Grenadiers and 14th jaegers placed in the village. The 3rd distinguished themselves in the streets of North Haven a year ago. Colonel Lucius is a man of the bayonet. He instills that mindset on his men. Colonel Muller's 14th should be able to make Verton a hornet's nest for any attackers. Few enemy officers make it out of a fight with the 14th alive. This farmhouse, Major Mannes and his 46th will hold. They wo n't retreat without an order. I can trust him to hold this place to the last man. My adjutant steps forward holding his silver pocket watch. `` Sire, It is ten minutes till nine.'' Prince Ivan and I wordless look at one another and rise from the table. Our horses are all ready prepared. As I walk to my horse. I hear his voice. `` So tell me Lord Voss. Why all this? Why the twelve years of war and fighting and conquering? Why were you not content with your own nation?'' My men snicker at that. They are well aware of the answer. I turn face him. My color sergeant tosses me something. I catch it without turning my gaze away from Prince Ivan. I then toss it to him. As I ride off with my men thundering behind me, he opens his fist. In it is a silvered badge. It is a finer version of the insignia everyone of my men wear. It depicts a griffon rampant with a crown on its head. Beneath it, is a scroll bearing the motto, 
 
 *Because I can*
