"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!]
As if he acted alone, and once again, secretively, Maximilian began to initiate his plan.
Maximilian: [Being the Lord and all, I can't bring someone who my servants acknowledge as an enemy right through the gates. Lilith would think that I am forcing Grantt to do everything here.]
Grantt: (B-But you are though...)
From the forest, Ophelia and Maximilian were gauging their plan from the distance. The sun was slowly setting and it was only hours away before the plan he was explaining would take place.
Maximilian: [Shut up. If you are not going to follow through, when are you going to let Mina's state be like that? Moreover, we still have to cure that one as well.]
Ophelia: [You sure have a chaotic mind. It feels like entangling strings that are tried together. It's visible, yet hard to comprehend.]
Ophelia could only describe what she could see in Maximilian's body, where his mind was a bunch of lines that scrambled together instead of one that would be easy to read.