"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!]
After the fight between Maya and Lilith was resolved, Grantt was able to continue with his duties as Lord after overseeing the soldiers settle in, showing Altora how he had manipulated the weather, allowing only rain to dawn on the lands by changing the cold winds into the warm and moist atmosphere.
Altora was only surprised to know that Grantt was indeed a Water Saint God as the element water had always been unique for elemental magic users.
[Altora]: "To think that you're a Water Saint. No wonder you could re-establish this city with the drought and snow that plagued it. You've always done this weekly?"
She referred to his magic that involved controlling the clouds, lowering them to increase their chance of becoming rain instead of going through crystallization in the higher atmosphere.
She was all amazed and wonderous but there was one thing she couldn't quite be sure of.