[Empire, Castile Peninsula, Royal Hunting Lodge, Hunting Grounds]
As the grand hunt of the Red River Tribe came to a close beyond the Sheltering Mountains — a thousand miles away on the Castile Peninsula, another hunt was reaching its climax.
Compared with the spectacular scene of thirty thousand hunters sweeping across the wilderness at the sound of the White Lion's roar on the Red River Tribe's side, the Empire's hunt seemed quite modest, employing fewer than a thousand attendants and servants.
However, this impression of modesty was solely due to "comparison."
For the nobility of Castile, even the annual Ascension Mass was less important than the grand hunt.
Twenty years ago, on the eve of the Empire's civil war, when the situation was unpredictable and the various princes holding heavy troops remained silent.
