After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 665

Chapter 665: Before the War
“I’m glad you’re alright,” he said, looking at the cats, who apparently helped her a lot.

Good kitties…

“What about them?” he asked, gently extending his hand towards the felines on her lap. The cats, unsurprisingly, ignored him.

He didn’t mind at all though. He was used to the cats’ ‘kingly demeanor’. “When did you meet them?”

Ryan actually really liked cats. He and his sister had one when they were young. Too bad it got hit by a car. They couldn’t bear to get another pet after that.

He had told this story to Gwen back when they were talking.

At this, his mind couldn’t help but go to those memories. Thinking about how he acted back then, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. It took him quite a long time after getting her number before he actually pressed ‘send’.

His opening line was ‘Checking if you’re alright. Mission was dangerous’, which now made him cringe quite a bit. However, Gwen gracefully played along with him, telling him she’s alive and well, though she thinks someone was following her. She then asked if he wanted to go and check it out.

He was a love idiot and didn’t notice the flirtation at all, thinking it was serious. He was assigned in the barracks at that time so it was easier to ask for leave. He called to ask where she was so he could go there.

She laughed and it was only then that he realized what was going on. Still, he was willing to go see her but sadly she said it was her brother’s homecoming and the family would be spending time together.

He was sent to a mission closely after that and their correspondence was purely by message, which eventually turned to calling each other when they could.

Then that fateful mission came and he never saw her—or his family—again, not until now.

This was the first time they met face-to-face after that, and he felt a bit giddy seeing her now.

His pondering was interrupted when he felt a soft hand hold on to his.

Ryan flushed but didn’t pull out his hand, and he flinched when he realized she was pulling his hand so he could pet the feline. “C’mon, he’s your dad, greet him well.”

Ryan froze until his face turned red, and he didn’t even notice when one of the cats—the male with black pelt—jumped onto him.

The cat settled on him, though his mind was on their entwined hands.

Gwen smiled and looked at him. “I’m happy you’re okay,” she said. When he went away, all she knew was that he was sent to a secret mission.

She hadn’t heard from him since. It so happened that her only possible source of information, her brother, went missing so she was clueless for both cases—which to be honest didn’t do her psyche any favor.

Seeing him now made her so happy, and it was partially because it gave hope that maybe she could see her other loved ones again.

Ryan smiled, finally gathering his wits to hold her hand in return. “I am too. I never thought that…” he shook his head, diverging for the dark topics.

Instead, he chose to discuss the happy ones. “Did you always have the cats?”

“They transferred here with me,” Gwen said, “They’re called Kat and Raffy. They’re small, but they’re feisty. They saved my life quite a few times. This one is even my battle pet now.”

“Battle pet?” Ryan exclaimed. He had heard of it, but hadn’t seen one before. He then felt a slight sting in his fingers and he looked down, realizing the cat bit his other hand!

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“What?” Huh?

Gwen laughed, kissing his cheek and making him blush all over again. “Go ahead.”

Ryan said ‘yes’ in a daze and he didn’t even notice the light that surrounded them both. He was brought back to the present when Gwen giggled.

“Aww, look our pets are a couple too.”

…too?

The wording just made Ryan all red and stand up abruptly. He gently handed her the cat, “Stay here,” he said, and he looked at Gwen. “I… I need to help with the war preparation—I’ll talk with you later,” he said and then he left, without a sign of the capable leader other people knew him to be.

It could be seen as a man running away after the woman confessed, but Gwen knew better.

Gwen’s eyes were warm as she followed his figure, and her smile stayed even when he already left the room.

She was a fun-loving girl who traveled around. She didn’t really run after love, believing it’d come. But when she got a bit older and seeing her parents being so loving after so many years, she got curious. She also tried to go out with men, but she never felt a connection with any of them.

For some reason, this boring turd of a blonde made her think that having a partner was really good.

It was odd. Obviously, she wasn’t the type who people would think would fall for someone she chatted ‘online’ with, but here she was.

She tried to analyze why though, and came to a theory she was attracted to him because he wasn’t like the other men who just wanted her beauty, her body, or her status as the daughter of a Minister.

He was the first one she was attracted to who didn’t know her identities and it felt… refreshing, to say the least.

It also helped that he was very cute, of course.

Anyway, now he was going out to war, she obviously wasn’t going to sit down and hide away.

She looked at the bruise from the earlier attack. Thankfully, she had fast reflexes and managed to jump back in time before she could take on harsher damage.

It still hurt a lot though—too bad she couldn’t hurt the bastard before he was kicked out of the territory.

She slowly stood up with the cats, sitting cutely on the wood couch, no, bench.

She went to get her Class D spear that was resting on a cabinet. Her previous territory, like most, only offered Class E weapons. However, the territory that attacked them crushed them easily. The level differences were stark—at least 5 levels higher—and the leader had a Class D weapon.

One of the things she realized about the aborigines was that they really, really, looked down on women. They never thought they could amount to anything at all. When they were hunting for ‘slaves’ and new victims in the territory, the girls were touched wantonly and carelessly, as if they wouldn’t fight back.

Gwen took advantage of this by teasing that leader, allowing herself to be captured, letting him care less about the weapon in his hand. She used the various techniques her brother taught her and managed to steal the weapon and she ran away, also using the survival and stealth skills she learned since young.

So now… she was the one who got the Class D weapon. Hehe.

She took the weapon into her space and sauntered to the door, smiling teasingly at the cats.

“Come on, babies, let’s go kill those bastards.”