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!]
Won The Battle But Not The War
Ophelia: [Answer me.]
Maximilian: [Silence, woman. Don't you dare misunderstood the nature of my actions Everything that you see around here is partly caused by you.]
Kneeling on one knee before Altora who held the unconscious Lilith in her arms, Maximilian only looked at her bruised arms that repeatedly suffered from knockbacks.
Maximilian: [Tch.]
He ground his molars, standing up once again as Altora spoke out.
Altora: [She did well for a servant. Keeping up with those known figures of the war. Abbadon and Nolan. Who is this woman exactly?]
Maximilian took Lilith away from Altora's hands, carefully lifting her. Maximilian didn't faze nor make an expression as he did, only beginning to walk back in the direction of the mansion.
However, he hasn't taken more than two steps away, stopping to utter;
Maximilian: [What are you doing?]
He asked with a lower voice.