"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!]
Aerin's teaching had begun to discipline them with good manners and good sportsmanship in a fair spar.
But behind that kindness was a strong sense of skill, waiting to be unleashed in real combat.
In just a month, they had already been able to hunt down monsters to become food and materials.
All the while they had their parts as such, it was Maximilian's job to travel and sell such parts to the nearest human city, which he had discovered was the first of Hestia.
It was still a small city, and the castle was yet to be built, currently, a mansion where its Lord supposedly resides.
His name was said to be Belmany, and with his prowess to lead the people and move them with words, he became the representative of the land, thus the first King of Hestia.
He was surprised that all it took was words to become King at such a time, but there should have been another reason.