If one were to speak of the most gilded scene at the very pinnacle of this world,
then it had to be something like this.
Night had fallen. If the night sky overhead was a miracle of heaven,
then this place, spanning seven hundred hectares with over a hundred thousand square meters of buildings, built from countless sums of money and resources, was surely a man-made wonder.
Though descriptions like magnificent and vast were not usually applied to a single private building,
the flourishing, dazzling blaze of lights at Fies Erde - Imperial Manor suddenly illuminated the darkness of half the planet, like an enormous golden Ark!
As night began, this giant manor, unknown to the world, gradually came alive.
Private jets landed one after another at the private airport, while gleaming black luxury cars drove through the manor gates.
Their pure black exteriors carried an air of class. The doors opened, and powerful men, all no longer young, stepped out.
Their dignity and composure were so weighty that even their black suits seemed to possess a tangible heaviness.
Some had come alone, some with subordinates, while others brought along dignified, noble wives who clearly were no mere jewelry racks, or heirs who followed quietly behind them, their excellence faintly apparent.
Occasionally, women stepped out of the cars as well. Whether mature or approaching middle age, dressed in gowns or suits, all of them exuded the imposing aura of powerful businesswomen.
At the end of the kilometer-long road from the manor gates to the main entrance, behind the golden curtain of water cast by the enormous fountain dozens of meters wide,
these figures walked toward the steps leading into the Imperial Palace before them.
From the instant they stepped out of their cars, people immediately came forward to handle every