After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 410

At this time, the man in the women’s minds was talking to his mother.

The mother-son pair was drinking a special tea blend Althea occasionally sent to all her elders, partnered with Lola’s sublime snacks.

They were currently sitting on the verandah, looking at the small farm of her team inside the fence. The peacefulness calmed their hearts a bit—something much needed considering the heaviness of their current topic.

"Any news?" Mathilda asked, eyebrows furrowed in worry, her temple forming more wrinkles than before. The more time passed, the more the aging lost by her upgrade returned.

Gill sighed and shook his head. "I already put out a mission in the Ferrol Mercenary Hall as well as those going to the allied territories, but I doubt there’d be news so soon."

Unlike Garan and many others who had already stopped buying information—so fortunate—Gill had to continue in his ardent search.

They still hadn’t found his sister, Gwen.

"I’ve already commissioned artists to paint a lot of portraits, as well." Although paper wasn’t commercially available, he’s the boss’ right-hand man and an elder’s son, so he naturally had easier access to new resources than others.

There were a number of artists he got for this. He would soon have a handful of her portraits to distribute and assist him in the mission.

He didn’t even need to pay them a lot. The artists just requested rims of paper, pencil, and ink in exchange. He promised them twice the amount of what they used to do the task.

As one imagined, they were quite… productive because of it.

Mathilda nodded, sighing heavily. That child had been traveling around with her friends when the disaster happened. The two of them had been trying to find news of her as soon as they were capable.

Mathilda believed the child was fine. After all, both she and her son didn’t become one of the undead, and there was a high chance her daughter didn’t either.

She just hoped the child wasn’t suffering…

Gill saw his mother getting depressed and tried comforting her. "She’s fine. I taught her self-defense since she could walk."

Mathilda smiled at the memories of the girl destroying their backyard with her ’practices’. The girl was the biggest tomboy in their community, but at this time it was such a fortunate thing—it definitely improved her chances in this volatile new world.

Mathilda shook her head at the memories, deciding to move on to a lighter topic.

Since she couldn’t do anything about her younger child, she shifted her focus to the one in front of her instead.

"I heard of some rumors…" Mathilda began, looking at her son with a smile. "How true is it?" _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}

"Which one?"

"You know what I mean."

Gill didn’t answer, feeling a bit embarrassed at being found out. Mathilda looked at her acerbic son’s increasingly red face and felt a little better.

"Well, I hope it works well for you this time," was all she said, gently and understanding.

Gill was silent, unconsciously rubbing the middle of his palm, before finally uttering a light, "Uhmn."

"My advice to you is to learn from your mistakes and give more time to those you hold dear, not just duty," she told him.

To be honest, her son—and her, for that matter, as well as every one of the soldiers—sacrificed too much for their nation. They ended up sacrificing their own lives, and their precious time with those they hold dear.