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!]
A Beautiful Disaster
[Marcus]: "A descendant? Based on what you just told me, it never sounded like you had a son."
Finishing over their meal, the fire began to weaken, only keeping them warm and lit enough to sleep in their sleeping bags.
Both of them faced the clear skies through the holes and gaps of the leaves of the trees, moving constantly as the breeze shakes them by.
[Belial]: "It's a complicated cause but... I... never mind. Sleep now, halfling. That's enough bedtime stories."
Turning away, Belial tried to slip away from the phrase that was yet to be understood from the context, but as he used the word 'complex' in talks of descendants, it must have been a girl, a human, at most.
It was even known for Demons that most of their women get pregnant when they're above a hundred years old, and for him to have descendants that are aged 18 years old, he must have had a woman a year before the war.
[Marcus]: "Wait, that means you had a human bride?"