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!]
Incursion
Elven Soldier: [Chieftain. We received the message from our spies in the nearby cities. There were no signs of suspicious persons nor of Wendel's group. We've been searching for a week now!]
Kneeling before her, a soldier had reported back to Aerin who had created a small settlement outside the forest, befitting of their nature as the Plains Elves.
Aerin: [Impossible! They should have left some kind of trail at least! We already had elves guarding every road, they can't go outside the continent at this rate.]
She slammed the bottom end of her staff to the ground, expressing her visible frustration over Wendel.
It had already been weeks since they had started to search for them. Even amidst the sudden hostility between the Hestia Tribe against the Khan Tribe had started, sending out squads and platoons.