After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 195

"Altera, eh?" He asked her with an amused tilt in his voice as soon as the others left. "Didn’t anyone question how much it sounded like your name?"

Althea only blinked at his question, adorably innocent. "I know, what a lovely coincidence. Interestingly, it could also mean (higher) Alt + Terra(n)." She said with a sly smile, obviously using this reason before.

Ansel shook his head. She obviously felt quite proud of this explanation, so he just went along with it in the end.

The two of them continued to chat as they walked to their destination. It was breezy and fun and it was like they had never been apart.

After passing through the lively greened streets and parks—which still hadn’t stopped amazing Ansel—the two siblings finally arrived outside the villa.

"We’re here." She said, looking back at him with a proud smile. He chuckled and turned to look at the tall fence in interest, his eyes brightening up the more he saw.

In classic Althea fashion, the entire house was aesthetic and had a lot of plant elements. Although the house itself was a little far from the fences, one could already appreciate the detail to greenery of those who lived behind the walls.

The fence was slowly being covered with colorful vines. It effectively lined up the perimeter of her house and set up its approach.

He could also see the small trees near the fence and he bet they would be deciduous trees with wide canopies.

If so, then when all these vines and colorful canopies grew, this house would definitely be a head turner.

If such a house was found in Terran, maybe people would be taking pictures outside of it, turning it to a small picture spot.

Althea smiled and opened the gate, and Ansel couldn’t help but gape as he stepped into it.

It was even more beautiful inside. The path was lined with shrubs and trees, swaying with the wind, the gentle breeze carried the delicate scent of flowers.

The flowers were arranged into meticulously designed flower beds. The sight of budding shades of crimson, peach, green, and others blended beautifully, and just the view could make any one feel better.

There also were, interestingly, plenty of garden decorations and details. There were ponds and carved arches. There were also play spaces for children, as well as some leisure spots people could hang out in.

It was akin to a paradise, especially compared to what they had been seeing since landing here.

Along the edges of the gardens was a wooden fence. Crawling on them were not only colorful vines, but also fruit-bearing grapes!

Looking beyond the grape fence, he could also see the rest of the property, as the other side was still visible at this point. Ansel could see a lush garden-farm on the other side, and even the preliminary sight amazed him.

There were a variety, many familiar and mostly unfamiliar. But whatever it was, they were fascinating as they were baffling.

In a daze, he began to doubt his memories.

Was this the same world? Everyone arrived here at the same time, right? A few weeks ago?

Why were other people’s lifestyles so… different?

Others were struggling to keep full and most people were worried about encountering monsters. But then there were people like Althea who placed so much effort in lifestyle probably as soon as they arrived.

Nevertheless, he was more happy to know that Althea had been living well. Seeing this definitely made it feel like a weight on his back was lifted by helium balloons, and that was all that mattered.

They entered the house and the people eating breakfast raised their heads, smiling brightly at the sight of her.

"Althea! You’re back!" Sheila said, while Harold immediately stood up to prepare more food. "Have you eaten breakfast?"

Althea shook her head and walked to her children in the crib next to the dining table. They were already babbling and extending their cute little hands.

Fufi was also very excited to see them and was wagging his tail and staring at them from the other side of the crib.

Harold paused when he noticed someone else was with her. The others followed his line of sight and flinched, startled.

The boss brought a man home? And it was an extremely handsome young man. Was he a star, they wondered.

Harold was the first to assume a welcoming stance and looked at the young man. "Have you eaten?"

Ansel, who was still staring at the complete furniture, politely shook his head.

She placed him right next to her, and he couldn’t help but look at the rest of the table. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}