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!]
To Fall
Before their eyes of them, all was a fight between a no-name and a hero.
Their swords clashed. Their scream ensued on the wide battlefield. The others only watched but a flurry of two blurred figures light sparks with their blades.
Grantt Maximilian stood along with the soldiers, watching closely as his retainer fight the Hero alone.
Altora: [Why aren't we helping him?! No one can defeat heroes! Marcus can't defeat him alone.]
Her worry struck her, seeing as how the situation in the battle came, she concluded such a thing.
However, Grantt Maximilian only looked without removing his eyes.
He saw Marcus's heavy strikes as it fell against the Hero's sword, even if was deflected, it had a message.
[Look at me. I'm proving myself.]
It was how he talked through the sword.
Grantt: [I trust him.]
A step forward, an upward slash. It was the attack that threw the hero back, yet unscathed even as the blade Marcus had touched his face.