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!]
The Question Who
"We have trouble. Altora wants to see how I work."
"One, that is impossible for you. Two, you are even more prone to make her unimpressed otherwise."
It was an early morning in the Maximilian Manor.
Receiving such harsh words was his breakfast.
Grantt had already taken a seat at his usual desk, with Lilith being the only one still capable of waking up much fresher and earlier than him.
He could ask what would be her secret in waking up perfectly but he was almost sure that he would only end up in a prickly phrase.
"Wait, the others did? Grace, Sophia, and Rebecca?"
"There is no servant called Rebecca, Grantt."
Shown with the current hierarchical illustration of departments, there were Grace, Sophia, Quera, and Sasha.
Grace had still led the construction despite it being held off after the discreet arrival of the demon tribe, now focused on creating tunnels in case of an attack.