Otherwise, it wouldn't be worthy of his genius!
Horace isn't the only one who doesn't know how to hunt.
A few others, who have only become wealthy in the last few years, are sitting in the garden drinking tea, reading newspapers, and chatting with cigars they've not smoked.
"...In the name of Saint Sis, has their Majesty gone mad?"
"No, there must be someone clever advising him! It's something I recently realized, that the economic backbone of the Ryan Kingdom is the estates, and the mill masters reliant on the landowners are actually the wealthiest class."
"Class... This word sounds so new; I think I've read it from the Encyclopedia."
"That's where I learned it, and it's precisely this word that inspired me! If we force the mill masters to take on the Royal Family's debts, they can squeeze out more profit."
"Hiss... But what if the mill masters are squeezed dry?"
