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!]
A Mistaken Belief
[Marcus]: "This has been just a trap, my liege! The Kingdom wants to get rid of you!"
[Grantt]: "Marcus! You're not helping!"
Stopping him right there, Grantt, in his restricted seat, shuts him off before he says anything stupid.
They had no idea of who this "Hooded Robin" is but it sounds familiar to Maximilian who came from a world that had such a name for a tale.
[Royal Maid 1]: "Grantt Maximilian. A proclaimed lord of a city, northeast of Hestia. You have no records whatsoever, and your name wasn't registered on any kind of guild."
[Maximilian]: "Guild? Does a lord have to even register as an adventurer? That's not—"
[Royal Maid 2]: "No. Nobles and lords like you do not have to become an actual adventurer, but you have to be registered in the Adventurer's Guild to have an identification and record."
Explaining everything, both of the maids walked closely to Grantt whose hands were kept on the armrest, slightly pierced by the strings touching his skin.