"I've come to inspect my manor, so, what exactly is that glowing thing in my hall?"
The engineer in the grand hall bowed and immediately said, "Electric lights, these are electric lights, Your Highness Moter."
"I know that, this is another trick from the Reforging Church, isn't it?"
Moter looked up and gazed at the so-called electric light.
It was composed of a glass bulb containing a slender metal filament, encapsulated in an environment filled with inert gas, with two metal pins at the base for the electric current to flow through.
The bulb was also equipped with a metal base to fix it onto the light fixture.
Moter, appearing youthful, had striking silver-white short hair that fluttered gently in the breeze, shimmering with a faint moonlight-like luster.
Gone were the days of the black tailcoat; he now donned a well-tailored white suit that reflected a soft sheen under the lights, as if cloaking him in a layer of pure and flawless radiance.