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!]
The Elders
Elves. A humanoid species that was the first to ever exist in Arte.
They were creatures with usually long and white hair, while their eyes varied in the combination of light colors.
These were the eyes capable of not only seeing the magic around them, but they were also able to see the soul of those around them.
Their life span had also lasted for hundred of years, definite immortality.
It was, however, paid by the price of infertility. Most of the women would rarely bear a child and the chances are low even if with their own.
Immortality was both their blessing and curse, being the ones the first to ever step unto Arte.
They were called the Origin Elves. The first life, that was breathed into Arte.
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Wendel: [How did you...?]
Aerin: [——The Eyes of God, umu. They were blessed to us by the God of Skies, Shi, to see the world for what it truly is.]