After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 415

Chapter 415: Reporting
Altera, a few hours later.

When Althea and Garan came home from another training session, the Terran Mercenary team was already there, waiting to report the progress.

It so happened that they got back for reporting at approximately the same time, so their villa seemed a little crowded.

They waited a while, but they gave the babies some company. For example, sometime before the couple’s arrival, the soldiers playfully passed the kids around, making them laugh althroughout.

The soldiers even used their abilities. For instance, the wind users Sammy, Chris, and Brandon made a small breeze that was strong enough to make the babies lift off the ground by a few inches.

They giggled and giggled, very much enjoying themselves, and everyone’s hearts turned to puddles. The three happily spent their many making the babies float for a while, making the adults happier in turn.

It was just that some time in between, it felt like there was a lag in… gravity?

Sammy—the only one who saw—blinked.

He could’ve sworn the baby boy unnaturally stayed a little longer midair, but he shook his head in the end. it must’ve been his imagination.

The scene the couple arrived to see was the kids riding a makeshift earth wave made by Mao and Jake.

It was like a large piece of slab but was actually segmented every inch or so. It changed heights progressively, like those incremental curves in calculus, mimicking the moving form of a wave. It let the children roll back and forth the edges as if they were on a boat, except their entire body was spinning.

It was very cute, and the children rolled happily and was a wonder how they were still not dizzy.

Obviously, the kids earned a few godfathers in their team. Garan lowkey wondered when he could throw Alphonse in there.

“Ah~ babies are so cute. We need more in the territory!” Mao said, dreamily looking at the babies as if he could get one himself.

“I wonder when the twins will have playmates from our side?” Luis mumbled out loud, giving Gill a furtive look. Gill ignored him and went to give the follow-up report for Team A’s Ferrol trip a few days back.

“Ferrol Town was filled with visitors, but we made note of territories that would be more of a threat based on observation,” Gill said, handing them a list of aggressive territories that were present in the fair.

It took them longer because they could only list down the territories back then. A lot of research came from post-research, i.e. information from Oslo, Rowan, and the other aborigines.

They took particular note of the territories whose interests Altera may touch based on their products. For example, the Cloth Cities like Makita and Kilpo, as well as the Spice Cities like Holt City.

“This is noted, thanks.”

Next to report was Jake and a few others who went to Belluga. It was quite the good news, too. Apparently, Jake found his young cousin, a twelve-year-old boy named Percy there. Sammy also found Gian’s sister, Samantha.

One of the perks of the guards was that up to three direct family members were entitled free stay in the dormitories as well as meal access to the barracks canteen. But, because Gill, Ryo, and Garan’s families had their own homes, it was Percy and Samantha who were the first among the Terran Mercenary Team to have used this benefit.

No news about anyone else’s relatives, but as far as they were concerned, no news was not necessarily bad news.

The others reported their own findings, like what level of monsters they had encountered in the area and what was the status of the other territories. They were just about to adjourn when the door aburptly opened.

“We’re home!”

It was Ansel, Turbo, Brandon, and the others. Ansel grinned, smiling at his sister and gesturing to hug her. Garan’s sharp eyes passed by him and he redirected to hug Eagle instead.

Eagle: “…”

Althea shook her head at him and smiled, “How was Bright?”

“The usual,” he said, sitting down on the sofa nearby. “Except… Fargo went to Vismont.”

“What?”

Everyone tensed at the mention of the name and they looked intently at Ansel, asking him to continue, “They went to Bright, too, apparently, but we couldn’t tell who they were yet. I did warn Micheal though, and it’s up to him to deal with those buggers.”

The other soldiers looked at him, “What are they planning?”

“They were definitely studying which territory to attack,” Ansel said, “I happen to have overheard them before they discovered me.”

Gill cursed under his breath, while Garan and the others clenched their fists in anger. “It’s just like them to take advantage of this situation.”

Fargo definitely wouldn’t let it go. They loved chaos, fights, and deaths—what better way to maximize this than in wars?

What’s more…

“Fargo is near the edge, near aborigine territories. It wouldn’t take long until we see Aborgines in the area.”

“Oh, you’re right.”

A moment of silence passed. Although they had been preparing for it, Fargo’s appearance was an indicator that things were going faster than they had hoped.

They… would probably be going to war very soon.

“How long has it been since we transferred here?” Althea asked.

“It’s been 48 days…” Ansel said, counting. “Why?”

“Once the fire of war touches our territory, unless we establish ourselves immediately as superpowers in our ranks, war would be continuous.”

The flames of war were slowly creeping in their direction, and they were aware of Altera’s attraction. They’d be coveted for sure.

After a thought, Althea spoke up, “I just think that 50 days… seem like a milestone.”

Ansel sat up, absolutely bright. “And enough reason for a celebration!

Althea nodded. “We’ll need to ask the other elders about this first though. If approved, it’ll be our last party for the sake of a party.” The other ones would be held during major milestones.

Ansel was already planning for it, and maybe thinking when the next one would be. For instance, the 100th day (maybe?), the 1st year, and so on.

Maybe… every after winning a war?

Okay, he admitted it: He just wanted to party.

Althea nodded, “Correct.”

The others didn’t disagree. “They’d need it for sure.”

Having to fight with brethren wouldn’t be easy—no, it would be painful and disorienting.

Some may even meet relatives in the fights. What would happen then?

Let this be the calm before the storm—a time of fun and peace for people to look forward to every time they go to war.