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!]
Awakened From Slumber
Arriving at what seemed to be an isolated room upstairs, Ophelia had opened the door where a large old man had greeted her.
Ophelia: [Ah. You must be Jayson.]
Old Man Jay: [Just call me how the others call me.]
His stout build had almost made the room a bit smaller, however, he was just about to leave when Ophelia arrived.
Ophelia had a few servants that were accompanying her, carrying clothing that was meant for the patient she had been meaning to heal.
Ophelia: [My, my. I never thought I'd be the one to heal her myself.]
Xin: [Indeed. If the master hadn't said so, we could have tried to decapitate you regardless of your form now.]
The twins were also present in the room, standing on the other side of the bed.
They had been healing and supplying nutrients to Altora's body all this time as the other female servants does their job of changing her clothes and even moving her limbs to avoid injuries in the future.