After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 342

Chapter 342: Husband and Wife
Holidays, holidays, so busy!I was only upload one chap for today, I’m sorry! if things weren’t so haggard I would’ve pushed for one more, especially since I got a supergift!

Speaking of supergift, I would like to mention LotusLin for giving my first castle~ Thanks for letting it get exposed to more readers! Got 500 collections from that castle! *Hugs*

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Aberdeen City, two years ago

On top of a rolling set of hills, hundreds of kilometers away from the bustle of the city stood a quaint church, dipped in a warm glow by the setting sun.

In contrast to its usual lulled atmosphere however, the church was now bustling with activity as guests of all types arrived one by one to what would be one of the most important events in a young couple’s life.

It was no surprise that the bride was looking very worried as she stared at herself in the mirror.

She was currently inside the softly lit bridal suite deep inside the church, alone with her mother and her own swirling thoughts.

“He’ll be fine,” Alicia—dressed in a beautiful chiffon gown—said next to her. The woman smiled, embracing her. “He always is.”

A mother’s touch always had something magical, and a lot of her tension dissipated. When she softened, Alicia let go a bit so she could stare at her daughter’s glimmering emerald eyes.

“He wouldn’t miss this for the world,” she said, gently patting the girl’s cheek. Alicia couldn’t help but admire the beautiful young woman with teary eyes.

Her Althea was really so beautiful, like an angel, especially now in preparation to the special occasion that marked the next phase of her life.

Althea’s features had always been very delicate, but now they were further emphasized by the color of her makeup, framed beautifully by her shining auburn hair arranged in a complex arrangement of curls and braids.

The young woman’s wedding gown naturally wasn’t inferior either. It was a gorgeous masterpiece of silk, satin, and lace. It had an off-shoulder design with its bodice hugging her figure perfectly, extending downwards to create a long trail of silk adorned with intricate floral patterns.

It was absolutely the most beautiful gown Alicia had ever seen, fitting her daughter—who also happened to be the most beautiful bride ever.

This was a bespoke wedding dress commissioned from the world-famous fashion designer Andrei by Winona.

“Mother…” Althea sniffed, pretty eyebrows still crunched in worry, and Alicia couldn’t help but smile at her.

“You know how strong he is more than anyone.”

“But…” Althea mumbled but said nothing else. She forced herself from saying anything unlucky. She just pursed her red lips and tried not to think anymore.

Althea sighed at the timing of everything.

Garan had actually asked for a long leave in preparation for and after their wedding. Sadly, a couple of days ago, he was called on a mission against an infamous terrorist group.

She knew it was dangerous. His safety weighed heavily in her heart, and she worried for him so.

But… mother was right. Garan was so strong and he always came out safe.

Alicia saw her daughter’s mood calm and smiled, adjusting the veil and handing her the gorgeous bouquet of flowers on the side table. It was a pretty arrangement of fresh lilies, roses, and her favorite wild daisies.

And Althea held on to it tightly, as if it would help her stabilize her mood.

Sigh.

And now… all they had to do was wait.

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The clock ticked slowly and torturously, but Althea just hoped her fiance was okay.

Fortunately, Winona—who had planned the wedding (grudgingly) with Ansel—ran to her room a few minutes later.

Her eyes were bright, and Althea’s heart lifted—knowing it was the good news she had been waiting for.

“He’s here!!”

Hearing this, Althea gave the most genuine smile she wore in days.

….

“This is really happening,” Howard said, sniffing, looking at his daughter warmly and with pride. Also a bit teary, which made Alicia laugh out loud.

“Come on now, it’s time.”

Howard made a face. “Garan would have her all to himself. Surely he can wait a few minutes.”

The two women laughed and the remaining tension Althea was feeling was blown away.

A few minutes later, they finally stepped in front of the entrance. With two men opening the large doors, they entered the massive hall.

They had been here before, of course, but somehow it felt bigger now, more… sacred.

The church had a high vaulted ceiling, intricately carved with complex patterns and shapes. The sight was enhanced by the lights from the orange sun outside, and the reddish rays lit up the aisle as if leading her to her future husband.

Satin ribbons of their wedding colors adorned each pew. Each row had similar flower arrangements to what the bride had on her hands, and it rounded everything visually.

Their footsteps echoed softly on the stone floor and the entire church seemed to hold its breath at her appearance.

The walk felt long but also short, she passed pew after pew with a complex combination of nerves and excitement, and she could hear her own heartbeat beating against her chest.

The regal altar in front soon appeared closer, its arch shape framing her husband-to-be and the golden light from the resting sun lit up his figure as if emphasizing that he was heaven-sent to her.

Her eyes never left him and she stamped his image into her heart.

He was wearing the most formal military uniform for the occasion. It was cut to fit his good shape, successfully showing off his figure of regality.

It also had a midnight blue coat adorned with shimmering epaulets. His chest wore a row of medals and insignia—a testament to his achievements and bravery—and she couldn’t help but be proud of him at the sight of it.

His raven black hair was neatly combed, but his strong jawline was tense as he stood. She knew he was just as nervous as she was.

Althea soon got close enough so they were only an arm’s length away and, when their eyes met, she couldn’t stop her eyes from watering.

Similarly, Garan’s eyes which were filled with longing met hers, and she could see his breath becoming irregular as he looked at her.

Time stopped at that moment.

This was it, they thought with pounding hearts. They were going to embark on a new chapter of their lives.

Garan extended his hand to her as their father let her go. She smiled, taking his hand.

“I’m glad you’re safe, my love.”

But she paused a bit at a realization that his hand was cold and a bit sweaty—abnormally so.

She blinked and raised her head, looking at him in concern. However, nothing showed in Garan’s face as he simply stared at her warmly, only having her in his eyes.

He raised their entwined palms and placed the back of her soft hands against his lips.

“I wouldn’t miss this even if the world ended.”

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A few kilometers from Altera village, present

The couple was so sticky that it hurt everyone’s eyes.

Garan even said his wife was tired and insisted on carrying her bridal style the whole way.

The shamelessness was beyond them.

What was even more amazing was that because of their sprint, the travel that should’ve taken at least an hour was reduced to a fraction.

As for how Garan moved across the forest so smoothly at this speed, not falling even with him staring at the woman in his arms 80% of the time, they didn’t even know.

Throughout this time, the couple was just staring at each other while steadily traversing the forest, with the captain occasionally leaning down to give her a peck on the face, on the cheek, or on the lips.

Althea’s face was flushed as she stared at her handsome lover. It seemed the blood crept all the way to her brain, that she had lost all thought and just wanted to look at her husband.

She stared. She… seemed to have forgotten something?

But then Garan leaned down again as he jumped over an overgrown root, giving her a soft peck on the lips.

Ah, nevermind.

Anyway, the others were so blinded and tired by the cheesy sight that they weren’t able to appreciate Altera until they entered the bustling streets inside.

Their feet stopped as they absorbed the sight in a bit of disbelief, then saw what was being sold, and what the so-called guides were selling them…

The soldiers were quickly attracted by, well, everything and were completely separated from the lovey-dovey couple.

After tasting the food, they were very happy.

Sanity: Restored!

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Not far from the entrance, Ansel looked at the blonde man who was staring blankly at the direction the sticky couple had just disappeared to.

It was Oslo, who had gone out of his ‘cultivation session’ to welcome her back.

Instead, he was greeted by the sight of said woman being sweet and loving with another man.

Ansel saw everything.

Seeing the poor guy so pale that he seemed to have lost all blood, Ansel couldn’t help but sigh. The redhead walked over and patted the guy’s shoulder, taking out a big jar of alcohol he got from Althea.

“Drink?”

Oslo stared at him blankly, before nodding.

“Okay,” he said, following Ansel’s lead, his eyes darkening a bit as he looked at the pathway under his feet. “Thank you.”

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Althea, who had her arms wrapped around her husband’s neck, gave instructions on where to go.

They entered the villa’s gate and she added her husband to the access list. “Our room is on the right side of the house after entering the door.” She said, feeling her husband’s heat and knowing what he needed immediately.

She, too, was eager to feel his warmth—his entirety.

“Hmm,” he said with a hoarse voice, the pace of his powerwalk doubling.

They were so engrossed with each other that they breezed through the living room, not noticing Harold and the two children in the room at all.

Harold and the kids had been playing on the carpet floor and they froze at the realization that someone had just zoomed by.

Harold: “…”

Little Meatball: “…”

Little Pepper: “…”