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!]
Imposter's Impression
[Author's Note: In this whole chapter, I will be writing in the first-person view to provide more exposition on Grantt's actions.
Feel free to point out any mistakes so I can improve the writing quality!]
"——."
"..."
It was just silence between us and our servants. An endless loop of exchanging gazes that never seem to falter.
This was getting dull, if our arrangement are to be done now, it will then happen. I have more things to do other than becoming a part of their royal facade.
"So regarding the arrangement, we—"
"We'll do a binding contract first. Something that will bound our conditions into place."
She was able to jump short of my words, somehow becoming more decisive than earlier. She must have made up her mind after seeing the others leave the responsibility to her. How honorable.
"If you insist so..."
It was just convenient that I had an extra laying in around in my office as I had Lilith fetch it for me.