"What a thoughtless spendthrift!" Muria grumbled to himself quietly, "What's the most awkward thing in the world? When people think you're a worldly and wealthy gentleman, but in reality, you're just an ignorant hillbilly."
Of course, given Muria's insight, he wouldn't consider himself a hillbilly, but he had never heard of a semi-plane being used for hunting and entertainment. He never imagined a semi-plane could be squandered in such a fashion.
To a country, a semi-plane is a treasure of national importance. It is a strategic resource that can be used to breed mounts from ferocious beasts, cultivate rare magical herbs, train clandestine legions secretly, leave an inheritance for when the tower might fall... the uses are diverse.
But here, Muria saw something else. A royal blood having the right of succession could treat a semi-plane as a recreational venue. And it seemed that she was not the only one in the empire who did this. To Muria, it was inconceivable.
