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 Relative and The Guild
Between a random alleyway, Grantt and the mysterious woman halted their chase.
???: [Mother...? Oh my, it seems like you've mistaken me for someone.]
The woman would hold her chin and lean a bit back, addressing the mistaken young man.
It was an uncanny resemblance, after all. She had looked like his mother in all sorts of ways, Grantt had thought.
Yet, the only different thing mother was always depicted as someone who liked being a forefront warrior and wore armor, not a slender figure that moved like a shadow.
Grantt: [T-Then who the heck are you?!]
Vixien: [The name is, Vixien. Nice to meet you... my nephew.]
Grantt: [———!?]
Surprised, Grantt's face showed skepticism, waiting for his alter egos to intervene, however...
Belial: (She's undeniably telling the truth. She's a full-blooded demon, and the blood that runs in her stream is roughly the same as yours.)