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!]
Divisionary
[Altora]: "To think that I overslept..."
Greeting the morning with her subordinates, Altora stood right in the living room where the other servants had kept her entertained with tea.
Her two escorts were right in front of her, yet both of them looked tired and hungover from last night.
[Altora]: "Where were you two? I've told you to keep an eye on the city, but you two got distracted! You better be lucky that I am not as strict as Maya but I will assure you that I will be...—are you alright, Jill?"
The two of them kept holding their heads, just barely able to shake it off bits by bits.
[Jill]: "... I'm sorry, princess. We were just taken in by the surge of soldiers into the tavern that... we couldn't get out."
Jill was the female escort that Altora had. There was a clear difference in treatment each escort had, with the other being scolded only with harsh criticism.