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 Wealthy Chaos
As a few moments passed on, letting Grantt do his business and all. He had begun to walk towards the forest once again to meet with Ophelia with Ashira.
A woman he had saved, although, there was something different about this woman...
Ashira: [Well, this is a misunderstanding on my part. I am very sorry but... I'm a man and I've only been forced to wear this to avoid suspicions in crossing the borders, you know?]
Ashira was a young man with a feminine face and body.
Grantt himself couldn't believe it himself and had almost dropped his jaw on the way back, yet nevertheless, he had yet to even speak a word to the young man who had been speaking nonstop.
Ashira: [My father told me a disguise would work but little did we know that the Khan's army moved forward before our broker had even told us. I wish they were a tad early so I don't have to risk myself crossing invaded routes.]
Under the rags that Ashira had worn was a small leather armor and leggings where small tools were.