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!]
Are You Happy?
Without a doubt, in just an hour, Ashira and the others had already been halfway through the path toward Bolo.
Sasha: [We're halfway there already! These plains would be usually a half a day to reach from Hellsburg!]
The environment was familiar, there wasn't a doubt as Sasha explained it herself.
Plains that were always wet from melted snow, it was where most of the snow clouds would condense and where orange-leafed trees are found blending with the forest trees.
Ashira: [What an incredible iron wagon, rather, a car was it? To think that I believed this to be not plausible at all!]
At a constant speed, the car was cruising through the straight road that would eventually lead to Bolo's southern gate.
Lori: [As we already covered a few miles within an hour, it means that if we keep this speed, we would reach Bolo before the moon could be at its peak!]