After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 380

[44 days after The Migration]

The time for the children’s one-Xenoan month birth celebration had finally arrived.

It was a relatively big celebration, especially since it was for more than one event.

One was to officially welcome the children’s first month into this world, and the other was to celebrate the reunion of family and friends.

They invited all their friends, including the elders and the aborigines, to a small but wondrous gathering in their villa.

They set it late afternoon when the sun was cool and was about to set. They decorated the place well, very much an intimate but well-prepared celebration.

The setting sun bathed the villa with a warm golden glow as the guests walked around and admired the tranquil oasis—from the intricately-decorated house to the gardens that framed it.

The house on a normal day was already very beautiful, with its front and rear gardens, swings, and ponds. But today, it was especially beautiful with the new colors, flowing colorful fabrics, and decorations added to its facade.

In the garden, the plants that hadn’t flowered before were now in full bloom, adding an amazing mix of colors to their sights. Further, their combined scents enveloped the guests in a warm, relaxing, embrace.

The empty pond that reflected the orange hues of the sky was now with fishes—caught by Ansel himself. The fishes glided gracefully under the water’s surface, creating fascinating movements under the water, never failing to attract audiences to just watch them swim.

They only came in silver colors, however, even if in different shades. There were plenty of times Ansel jokingly said to paint these dull-colored fishes orange or yellow, to make them more ornamental.

There was also a small wooden platform extending above the pond, allowing for a more intimate view of the fishes as well as the young waterlilies—found in the warehouse as a random resource sold—slowly creating a tiny ecosystem in the pond.

Traversing the entire gardens were stone pathways that wound their way through the shrubs, trees, gardens, and meticulously maintained flower beds—dedicating the path to maximize their appreciation.

The trees—the pre-existing ones—were strategically placed and maintained, providing a comforting canopy to those underneath it. The newer smaller trees, on the other hand, were still growing and each one provided hope for what was to come.

It was all so well put that it amazed all the guests, especially the aborgines who weren’t used to such arrangements. Gaudi, who had been to two worlds, was also admiring.

It was like they entered another world after passing through the gates.

The party was set up within these beautiful gardens. There were flower arrangements and tables integrated with the beautiful sight of plants and flowers.

One of the first things to notice upon entering was the elegantly set tables, the pastel-colored cloth that covered them fluttering lightly with the breeze. Keeping the cloth in place were colorful ceramic vases adorned with fresh flowers.

Because it was set near dusk, some lighting had been turned on in advance. These were lightings covered in partially translucent youli stone, hanging down from posts, trees, and trellises. They cast a warm enchanting glow to the set-up, adding to the otherworldly feel it was already exuding.

Even Oslo, who grew up in the city, had never seen such a thing. Parties also had flowers and plants, of course, but they were never arranged so beautifully.

"This is beautiful. Who arranged it?" Oslo asked, his pale hand extending to touch the beautiful pink flower.

"I did," Unexpectedly, it was Ansel who spoke up with a smirk.

Oslo blinked. This was really unexpected. Other than gardeners, mostly it was only women—specifically, ladies of noble houses—who would care for such details.

"Ansel should start an events management company." Althea laughed, entering the venue with little Pepper.

Garan, who followed closely behind with their son, sneered.

It seemed throwing him in the barracks didn’t fix his sissiness.

Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t dislike soft men. He disliked Ansel being a soft man, because that meant he would definitely act like a baby when his wife was there!

Sure enough, Ansel sauntered towards his wife with a huge smile. "You think so? You’ll sponsor me right, older sister?" He asked, pinching his voice a little and leaning down so his height was near hers.

Althea laughed and patted his head. "Of course."

Garan’s eyes twitched, but before he could extend his hand to hold his wife’s, Ansel pulled back and put an arm around Oslo’s neck for a brotherly tug instead.

The aborigines seemed to have a relatively open culture, so this little touch didn’t offend them.

"Friend!" He said, "Let me show you more about this event."

Oslo, who had been curious, nodded, and the two lost-brothers went out of their way.

Ansel effectively saved himself a few hours of harsh training that day.

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The food was buffet style courtesy of both Harold and Cooke, who had become close friends (and went to morning exercises together with Clutch and Gru). They also learned a lot from each other, with Harold learning more technical techniques, and Cooke getting more understanding of the subtleties of homemade food.