Eruraviel
Eruraviel shook her head and frowned. "That place is not fit to be your abode. A ruler like yourself needs to go and find a good and proper palace."
The elf pulled out a crystal ball out of god knows where and began to peer through it. "Hold on, this shall only take but s moment."
Nero"Umu, i was right in the process of that when yoiu arrived, in fact. There shall be no need for you to search, dear."
Facing the abandonded warehouse next to the new empire's first base, she produced a long crimson blade from thin air.
"I was meaning to search for an empty lot, but this is derelict either way."
No sooner than she had finished her sentence, the small blonde's magical energy surged, and with a single arc of the blade, bright orange flames erupted to engulf and consume the building, incinerating the old wood- and stone-structure, leaving a neat square of empty land.
"Umu, that turned out great if i may say so! I am still the best after all! Well then, let the roses bloom through this street, Aestus Domus Aurea!"
At that time, reality shifted. The ruins, the flames, they grew, brighter, higher, as a tall, entirely golden building emerged, red banners disrupting the gold in regular intervals as the golden palace and statue, sticking out in this place yet anchored like it had always been there, towered over the slum.