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!]
Sought Out Answer
[Author's Note: All dialogues that would be inside the {} would be dialogues said telepathically to the MC as I will add dialogues between the personalities/souls now. Thank you for reading this far!]
A face carved smoothly unto the stone, yet ruined and broken into pieces that were slowly weathered by time itself.
It was what was left of the statue that stood in the middle of a bed of flowers years ago. A statue that depicted Grantt's mother as a warrior.
Altora: [How long was it...?]
Grantt: [Ten years. My father began to sculpt it when my mother died giving birth to me, or that was at least what I knew.]
Grantt, for the first time, was seen praying at the image of a broken statue. His hands were together, and his eyes closed, relaxed with a silent prayer.
Altora somewhat understood that Grantt's mother wasn't dead, but after years and years of being unseen by anyone nor even his father's connections, she would assume that she was dead.