Reincarnated Realist In Another World
"They say that no man is an island, but an island can be conquered by man." Grant Maximilian, a wealthy man who owned the wealthiest corporate giant in the present world had died. And as he thought it was the end, he had woken up in a small run-down mansion, waking up from a fever, surrounded by maids. He had been reborn, however his name remained the same. As the heir to the doomed-land of Hellsburg, he will now begin to create his kingdom from scratch. [ Hello there! I'll be now update this novel st least twice a week due to my other book "Daily Life Of A Third Wheeler". Check it out as well! Thank you!]
A Reliable New Partner
As morning came, all of the servants and even Altora and her two escorts were invited to the living room.
They were to meet Ashira Goldenborn who had worn formal clothes he had just bought out from Grantt Maximilian's remaining fancy wardrobe.
He didn't want to borrow it, so he had bought it with the gold coins he had stored away in his spatial storage.
Grantt was sitting beside Ashira whilst Altora and Lilith were on the other side of the table, the rest standing behind the chairs of their respective party.
Ophelia had gained a lot of hostile onlookers, still holding her smug look nonetheless behind Ashira as she stood almost with a revealing body.
Yet, out of all the immediate and important ones, Marcus and Mina was the only one missing.
Grantt: [...]
Altora: [Y-You're saying that you are Ashira Goldenborn.]
Ashira: [Hmm? Are you perhaps a servant of the King? You might be one of those councilors.]
Altora: [Well, my brother is... but—]