My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 632

Now that Kisha had a clearer understanding, her thoughts shifted back to their territory in City A.

"So, you’re saying that you have proper equipment there that can help our artisan blacksmiths increase their production rate and manufacture the parts we need for our projects?" she asked, wanting to confirm the crucial details.

Duke nodded. "Exactly."

"But even with advanced equipment, we’d still need to travel back to City A and bring the blacksmiths with us since most of the equipment is massive and built-in—we can’t just dismantle it and transport it to City B," Duke explained carefully.

"On top of that, we’d need to establish a clear and secure route for transporting essential materials between the two cities. This whole process will take a significant amount of time unless we consider relocating our base to City A. But that would mean moving over five thousand survivors from City B, which would be incredibly risky and time-consuming."

He laid out the challenges methodically, ensuring Kisha understood the scale of what they were up against and what steps would be necessary to make the most of their resources.

"Alright, let’s think about it later. We’re done here in City B, so we can head back to City A, check things out, and then decide whether to move our base or not," Kisha said with a nod, considering Duke’s words carefully.

Hearing that they were finally returning to City A made Duke visibly pleased.

His lips curled up slightly in satisfaction, but the sight of that subtle smile made Kisha’s brows furrow.

She suddenly remembered one crucial detail—Melody was still there. For some reason, that barely-there smile on Duke’s face felt glaringly infuriating to her and left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Why do you look so happy? Are you looking forward to seeing someone there?" Kisha couldn’t help but ask, her tone carrying a sharp edge.

Duke was momentarily taken aback, sensing the faint hint of jealousy in her voice. But instead of feeling guilty, his smile only widened.

"Hmm… why do I suddenly smell sour lemons in the air? Do you smell that?" Duke teased, pretending to sniff dramatically.

Then, leaning in closer to Kisha, he took another exaggerated sniff near her. "Ah, I think it’s coming from right here," he said with a mischievous grin.

Kisha glared at Duke as he happily teased her, but she couldn’t bring herself to smile.

How could she, when Melody—his former fiancée—was waiting for him back in City A?

Their families had been close, and they had known each other since childhood. If Duke was implying she was jealous—hell yeah, she was.

She couldn’t help it.

The mere thought of Melody being there, waiting for him, made her feel like she was about to explode with frustration.

She had never felt this jealous before. She never imagined herself as the possessive or jealous type, always believing she was laid-back and unbothered by her man interacting with other women—whether they had feelings for him or not.

As long as he knew his limits and maintained clear boundaries, she thought she’d be fine.

But now?

Her blood was boiling with anger, and she couldn’t control it. This side of her was completely unfamiliar. Had she always been like this?

"I wasn’t preparing for a war, but I was making sure we were ready—just in case," Duke said with a casual shrug. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}