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!]
Bolo's True Lord
Ashira: [Hmph. Unacceptable.]
Altora: [...]
Inside the mansion of the Bolo's Lord, Nahiro. Altora and Ashira were seated in front of Nahiro who was across the table.
His face was swollen and bruised, being currently healed by a nearby healing mage as he continued to retain a confident composure while looking submissive towards Ashira himself.
Supposedly, assaulting a Lord should have been illegal, but the soldiers around were not moving at all, and no one was speaking about it.
Altora kept on asking herself, just who on Earth was Ashira exactly?
Ashira: [——Re-establish the trading with Hellsburg.]
Nahiro: [E-Eh?! But we can't risk our products being scarce when the time comes!]
Ashira: [That's a blatant lie and out of all people you chose to say that in front of me...]
Crossing his arms, Ashira glared at the Lord with a more intimidating approach, but as paused to lean in more, his pupils dilate and even without his ability to persuade, the Lord was all ears.