After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 43

Aberdeen City, 3 years prior

The sound of clashing blades echoed around the home dojo, and the scene of a couple fencing unfolded.

Their footwork was precise, and movements calculated. From a spectator’s point of view, it was almost like they were dancing.

The woman thrusted her weapon, and the man used his blade to deflect it. With a swift unpredictable movement, he changed the blade’s direction, pointing at the woman’s neck.

"Tsk," she mumbled, stance softened as she drew down her weapon.

"Good parry." He said, his cerulean eyes looking deeply at the frowning woman in front of him. "Is there something bothering you?"

"Hmm…" she mumbled, lips pursed. However, instead of answering immediately, she lifted up her foil.

Garan’s lips twitched with a smile and stepped back, similarly raising his blade.

The story was definitely irksome, seeing that his fiancée wanted to stab someone just thinking about it.

"There was this woman at work…" she mumbled. Althea had just started working, to gather experience before delving to business herself and work on her pet projects. "I refused to let her get credit for my work."

"She wanted me to give way and let her use my work because she was older."

She lunged forward, with quick and aggressive thrusts, while Garan had quick reactions, skillfully deflecting her strikes.

He did a circular parry, followed by evasion techniques.

"I refused and she made a scene. Something about young people being so disrespectful." She said, increasing her pace, which Garan deflected in turn.

The clashing of their blades harmonizing with their dialogue, the two continued on with the current dynamic for several minutes. A flurry of attacking and defensive moves followed, and it ended up with a point on her stomach.

She pouted and huffed in the end. Although it may look dissatisfied, Garan knew that this indicated that she was now in a more relaxed state after ’ranting’.

"Just stick to what is fair and reasonable, and that is enough." Garan said, approaching her.

He then took out a clean handkerchief and wiped the sweat dripping down her forehead.

"Fencing is about precision and control. Much like the dilemmas we face, don’t we?"

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Present.

Althea cleanly killed the remaining rats, making it look so effortless that those who were watching started questioning whether the monsters were actually so weak.

After all, a pregnant woman killed them so easily. Have they been running for their lives in vain?

Althea could naturally see these questioning looks and answered their unspoken inquiries.

"If you are brave enough, you can indeed deal with these weaklings. But…" She paused, "If you cannot even gather the courage, then you better end your life and save yourself some suffering."

It was harsh and naturally a lot of people frowned, very much against her tone.

Fortunately, there were some who were ashamed and inspired to change instead.

Except, these people were the minority.

Whatever they thought didn’t matter to Althea, and no one would dare speak against her at this time.

So when she asked them to clean up the corpses and start harvesting their own bamboo, no one dared to complain.

It was Harold who first went to her with two bamboos. She took out a machete from her space and cleanly shaped the bamboo into a spear.

Seeing Harold unharmed from asking a favor from this pregnant god of death, the people started to hand over their bamboo to her for processing.

As for why Althea didn’t let them just do it on their own, it was because she would rather not hand over her machete. Who knew if they’d return it easily?

Not to mention, she was not planning on raising this ungrateful group of people. The fact that she was helping them defend themselves was human enough.

She reckoned that if her husband wasn’t a righteous soldier, maybe she’d have ignored them altogether.

As she created weapons for them, most of the people talked to her ingratiatingly, trying to make a good impression.

Or, more accurately, trying to latch on to her.

She turned a blind eye to this and instead took advantage to find out about their situation. After a while of inquiry, she found the conversations to be quite fruitful.

For instance, the people here came from several cities, some hundreds of kilometers away–someone was even from Z City.

Althea wondered how people were distributed and grouped together.

However, this was a good thing. The chances of her meeting her brother would increase.

As for her husband, wherever he was, she had a strange intuition that they too would meet eventually.

"Here." She handed the bamboo weapon to the person, who was gently bumped aside by the next in line.

The next person was a young man—Ronald, or Ron, for short he said—who stared at her obsessively.