Luxury beyond all measure.
This was way too extravagant... Jiang Han blinked, looking around curiously with the foreign witches queuing to enter the inner city.
Gorgeous woodland avenues; beautiful Gothic and Rococo architecture recreated one hundred percent; gardens and carriageways built at a one-to-one scale in the middle of the roads. Racetracks, jousting grounds, golf courses, archery ranges—even White City's steamship assembly-line factory built in 1980 had been perfectly reproduced. It was truly a real-life, 1:1-scale figurine city.
Every section had a different theme, and the architecture on every level made one yearn for it.
Following the long marble staircase to the highest level, they reached what should have been the palace of the King of the World—Sovereign Palace—and it too had been perfectly replicated. Even the reliefs and marble statues at the entrance flaunting military might had been completely reproduced, leaving some of the foreign witches feeling rather awkward.
In name, every European witch had a duty to uphold the dignity of Monarch City's master.
Yet faced with such an overstepping act, they merely kept silent or pretended to admire the scenery.
Fortunately, Angelite's style went no further than this. She had not replaced the King of the World's relief with one of herself, nor had she erected a statue of herself, much less added any personal touches to this one-to-one recreation of Sovereign Palace. At most, after entering the guest hall, the six marble pillars supporting the exquisite domed ceiling were wrapped with ribbons bearing her family crest.
The ribbons did not use any excessively ostentatious patterns, either. They were genuinely her family crest:
A red background, a golden lion, red and white roses around it, and pale-white rose patterns in the background.
Don't let Angelite's name fool you into thinking it sounded like one from some beacon-of-freedom