"There, place it in a way to make it appear more prominent. Yes, a bit to the left... Finally, we're set~"
A golden-robed woman pointed her finger at a brown-robed woman who was carrying a statue around, placing it in a conspicuous location in this wide platform that was built onto the eighteenth floor of the Purple Guest Palace.
It was a thirty-meter tall statue of the person who brought the Alstreim Family to glorious heights in the Fifty-Two Territories.
"How useful... Bylai. I didn't know you could carve sculptures. Its brows are sharp, and the eyes carry the same intent he gazes at with, a bit of hidden confidence and arrogance. This is a marvelous piece of work that I can watch every day and admire it to sleep."
Isabella continuously nodded as she gazed at the statue of Davis with passionate eyes. On the other hand, Bylai Zlatan looked exhausted as she was slaved around all day long for this entire week.
