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!]
Harvest Festival 2
[Grantt "Maximilian's" POV]
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Marcus: [It is sure lively out here. The soldiers on break are going out to get booze and meals.]
A few moments before we arrived at the home for children, Marcus and I had walked past the ongoing festival that was being assisted by the new batch of servants that we had hired over the past months.
They were under Lilith and Altora's care, and along with household training, Altora didn't accept the servants to be unable to defend themselves when the time comes, training them early in the morning.
I, myself didn't think about training the new servants as they weren't close to me. An extension like themselves could be described as disposable, but I can't think like that all the time because of the self-righteous idiot that shares the body with me.