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!]
As Expected Of You
Ophelia: [If my memory serves me right... It's here.]
Leading the way, Ophelia was somehow already accustomed to the corridors as if she knew where to go, and with Grantt following suit, they would arrive shortly at Mina's quarters.
Belial: (That human, Ashira. He's not only capable of persuasion.)
Grantt: [—Eh?]
Out of the blue, Belial had suddenly spoken out after a long time of silence.
Grantt could only react out loud for Ophelia to notice as they arrived at the door, stopping halfway due to his unwarranted reaction.
Ophelia: [It seems like their manifestation only occurred recently. You're not used to having someone speak out so suddenly.]
As she had guessed, Grantt was not so accustomed to even controlling the body in its state, being far more superior than his past
Grantt: [Yeah... I-I guess so.]
Belial: (It certainly hasn't been a year but, I had expected Maximilian to be the one all confused.)