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!]
Quick and Agile
Quera: [Where are you going, Master?]
Grantt: [...Err, I—Uhm...]
Belial: (What are you doing?! Why are you entertaining them? You should have run!)
Grantt: (Are you an idiot?! They already called me, Master! Running away would only make it worse!)
Facing the group of five, Grantt and Belial had no other way but to confront them.
Quera and her fellow servants were the ones assigned to the night guard and with the other five left to guard the city, the rest were to follow the Master.
Grantt: [W-Why are you outside the city? I thought you all had things to do?]
Extending his arm every slightly, Grantt tried to start a conversation and know what was exactly the reason they were here, following him.
Maybe they were just patrolling the outside of the city and had found Grantt who might have unconsciously turned their invisibility off.