"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!]
It was night, yet wagons and carriages had come and forth inside the City of Bolo with its bright lights.
Lori: [Alright. We're stopping here.]
Besides what seemed to be a tree, Lori had unclocked the gears of the engine to the wheels, then pulled the breaks as a small wooden plank would press on the wheels and create fiction until it stopped.
The fire in the furnace was quickly extinguished by Sasha with her fire magic, preserving the coals that were half burning.
Lori: [I'll wait here for you guys.]
Ashira: [Huh? You are not going with us?]
Lori: [Of course. Someone has to look over the car and hide it whenever someone sees it. We don't want this baby to spread the word around like wildfire.]
Leaning and slapping the side of the car, Lori confidently raised her fists and posed right at them, volunteering to be left behind alone.
Jai and Sasha were needed as some sort of familiar faces while Altora and Ashira would have to be the ones to do the talking after.