Sky-Piercing Colossus

A few minutes later.

Rayne finished dealing with the matters at hand and turned to glance at Franciska. She waited quietly, without the slightest impatience, her posture and expression flawless.

He pulled out a report and opened it.

It had been written by Franciska herself. Her handwriting was elegant and clear, every character neat and orderly while still bearing the writer's unique style.

"You may sit."

Rayne flipped through the report and spoke without looking up.

Franciska gently brought over a chair, but instead of sitting across from the desk, she leaned against Rayne's side.

A faint, elegant fragrance wafted over, causing his mind to sway involuntarily.

From her very first day, Franciska had truly regarded herself as the chief maid, believing that a maid should sit beside her master and provide more attentive service.

Rayne had grown used to it as well.

He quickly finished reading the report and gained a general idea of what needed to be discussed. Before he could ask anything, Franciska took the initiative and said, "My lord, the invitations to the opening ceremony were all sent to the one hundred and twenty-four guests half a month ago. Three guests have confirmed that they cannot attend and sent letters of apology to you. Five others are still undecided, while everyone else has replied that they will be present on time."

"Mm, good." Rayne nodded.

He had prepared for this opening ceremony for a long time. What he revealed then would shock the world.

At the same time, he would use this opportunity to officially place Gotham on the Empire's stage.

Rayne had personally drawn up the list of more than one hundred guests. All his friends and collaborators with whom he had interacted, as well as those possessing a certain status and strength, had received