“Humph... This still falls far short of my chamber in Uruk.”
“Really? But it’s so beautiful,” Tine Chelk exclaimed in surprise.
“Naturally; it came from my treasury,” her Servant, the King of Heroes, declared in a tone of mild displeasure. “All my furnishings are of the highest quality. But the atmosphere of this time fails to counterbalance my treasures. To begin with, this quantity is hardly sufficient. A room such as this is too cramped to properly display the grandeur of Uruk.”
The hotel suite that the King of Heroes surveyed as he spoke looked nothing like it had a few hours earlier. Although Alkeides’ attack had shattered the window glass, it was still the most luxurious room in Snowfield. The furniture and bed were both of the highest quality. To Tine, used to living in an isolated desert settlement, they were things from another world. Nevertheless...
The previous evening, once the King of Heroes had finished his lengthy recital of the building of the walls of Uruk and moved on to expounding on how perfect the city of Uruk had been, he had announced his intention to redecorate. He apparently had doubts about whether Tine and her subordinates could fully comprehend the wonders of Uruk as things stood. After ordering Tine’s black-suited followers to “move all the furnishings into the corridor,” he hadproduced Babylonian-era decorations from his own treasury.
Tine stared with wide eyes at their beauty.
The unrolled carpets made her imagine she was walking on clouds. Glittering tableware the likes of which she had never seen were arranged on a table that appeared to have been carved out of stone. Even the design of the numerous gold ornaments, which one mistake could easily send over the line into bad taste, harmonized with their surroundings. They contained a simple beauty like fields of golden grain condensed.
...The King of Heroes’ normal armor is glitzier than any of this stuff, one of the black suits thought. Then, realizing that it was more than their life was worth to say that out loud, they broke out in a cold sweat and forced the thought down into their innermost depths.
As for jewels, even the numerous lapis lazulis — not an especially rare stone — that appeared from the King of Heroes’ treasury were unlike any that Tine had ever seen. The surfaces of the stones, enveloped in almost transparent indigo, were flecked with glittering crystal reminiscent of white-crested waves. They made her hallucinate that an ocean was sealed inside them and that, if she split them open, it would gush out to birth stars and life. If the King of Heroes had told her it was so, Tine might have believed him.
And the King of Heroes complained that, even adorned with enormous jewels of such beauty, it still “fell short.”
“Perhaps I ought to begin at the beginning by having a royal palace — no, a city — constructed. What are your thoughts, Tine?”
“We, who are not people of Uruk, could not dare to walk the streets of such a city.”

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 4, Chapter 10 ("Day 2")