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!]
Moving On
[Marcus' POV]
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It had been but a day into our daily training, but everything has been nothing but hell.
I might have teased my liege a bit too much and pissed him off. I should lessen my jokes since I don't know if I'm hitting a nerve.
Maybe he's hearing out Grantt, and he's just taking it out on me instead.
Damn that cheeky bastard. I'll get him later.
I was in the middle of my rest when suddenly, I heard familiar footsteps come from the side.
[——Food! Everyone!]
Arriving at the entrance of the encampment, Mina was carrying a large pot with the other servants who were then carrying stacked bowls and the other pots.
It was already time for dinner, huh?
They all gave the soldiers one serving as they came, but they weren't particularly limiting them to one as long as they asked.
She was taking a route that went straight to me, serving only those who she can.