"Are you sure this is the 'room' you mentioned?"
After leaving the place where he had met the master of Fies Erde, they walked for another ten-odd minutes through Imperial Manor before the woman named Adeline finally led him here.
Fang Ran looked at the sight before him, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he asked her for confirmation.
"Yes, this is the room prepared for you."
With silver-white hair and a beautiful, composed face, Adeline nodded firmly in reply.
One of us clearly had a serious misunderstanding of what a room was.
Just like the grand yet harmonious design built from layers of extravagance, corridors, halls, and other features gave the room before him both a sense of independence and the feeling that it remained part of Imperial Manor as a whole.
But Fang Ran felt that the moment something became large enough to have a sense of independence—
It could no longer be called a "room."
The hall before him was magnificent, noble, refined, beautiful—
And unbelievably huge.
Fang Ran felt it should have been called a luxury residence or something similar. If it were cut out and sold separately, it could have been a top-tier property in some manor, sold for nearly a hundred million dollars.
Yet it was merely one "section" of Imperial Manor. This was no longer a matter of whether it was luxurious or not; rather than astonishing, it was downright terrifying.
"Are all the rooms in Imperial Manor like this?"
Looking at the palace-like lofty ceiling, the spiral staircase leading upstairs, the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows covered in night, the elegant living room as large as an ordinary home, and all the seemingly expensive high-end furnishings—
Fang Ran, who could not even spot the bedroom at a glance, could not help asking