"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!]
——On Earth, there are a lot of products available to replace natural leather.
Such as Faux Leather which is made out of waxed cotton, or Cork Leather which is made out of the flattened cork from the bark of trees.
In Arte, these things are available, yet they were all yet to be discovered and patented by anyone if they were to be new material.
However, it wasn't all knowledge that Maximilian would alone unravel towards the world, but it could be also something that had already been in one's mind since.
In a vast world, one could have already invented it, yet simply lacked the resources to even name such inventions to oneself.
Such knowledge didn't particularly need to be invented by humans themselves.
It could be off also, dryads who had been spending their whole lives within the forest, yet only one would be able to think of using the forest to create such material.
Ophelia: [A leather replacement. Isn't this exactly the chance I have?]