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!]
Normal Livelihood In Khan
Grantt: [——Shit!]
Jai: [Master...!]
Ashira: [Calm down. We should have expected this to happen.]
After being permitted to pass the army and travel to Khan, Grantt and his company stopped at the plateau past the army settlement near the river.
Grantt had kicked the otherwise sturdy rubber tire of the carriage, expressing his frustration.
Nolan: [...I'm sorry. It was the only way that I could get him to allow the idea.]
Nolan was with them, standing beside Grantt whilst looking at the settlement from the elevated topography they were at.
Maximilian: [Sigh... You don't have to apologize. It was my idea and I had to at least risk it, but I never thought that...]
After wiping his face, Maximilian tried to regain his composure after Grantt released the tension that built up in their body.
He would look at Nolan while he spoke, but at the very end, he trailed off to avoid speaking ill of the prince as Nolan was still there.