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!]
Instincts
Belial: (Hm...)
Maximilian: [What's wrong?]
Letting out a hum, Belial's voice was heard by Maximilian who was currently overlooking the servant's training with the Mage Battalion of the army they had.
There were only a few who had combat experience, considering that half of them were healers and supports.
It was the first day of the harvest festival and all the lesser maids had been appointed to help instead with its preparations.
The first twenty servants of Grantt, or as the others call it, First Company, were being trained by Maximilian along with the army mages.
It was the technique that involved visualization instead of using mana, and on the first day, there had already been a lot of failures and explosions after they fail to control their visualizations.