After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 825

Chapter 825: Women of Bleuelle
Chapter dedicated to Lotuslin’s latest castle~! Love you~! WN decided to move my promotion to October, and the castle really helped keep up the story’s exposure! *hugs*

And it’s part of the plot lol, not a filler. Had to clear this out before the Extreme Heat comes in.

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Bleulle City

The City of Blu was as lively as it had always been. It was bustling with activity and thrummed with the daily rhythm of its hundreds of thousands—if not a million—of inhabitants.

In every part of the territory, money flowed, whether it was direct transactions or taxes, gold and silver were added to the City treasury.

At this time, commoners bustled through the system streets. They peddled goods and served patrons. They sold their products or hunted as per usual, each transaction contributing to the city’s rich economy… and the pockets of its nobles.

In contrast to the commoners, in more opulent districts, the upper class gossiped about the latest news within their class.

For instance, in The Prestige House, one of the upscale restaurants in the city, was currently bustling with well-dressed individuals just passing their day.

This was owned by the affluent Trion Family, and one of the nobles’ favorite places to spend their day.

Here, in one of the intricately-designed corners, a group of women were chattering about various things. They gathered amid the ambiance of fine drinks and food. They exchanged pleasantries and rumors, bodies with the aura of those used to luxury.

They ate snacks and had cold drinks from rare ceramic cups only found in high society. They were also using intricate-looking fans to cool themselves down from the ambient heat, and looking fabulous while doing so.

In Xeno, Women might not have much say in front of men, but noble women could still enjoy a lot of perks, especially if their families or the family they married into was well-off.

As for the men, they were in their own ‘play spaces’, hopefully not in The Allure, the top-class brothel, but what could they do? At least their husbands went back to them in the end of the day, and that was what mattered in the end.

They would often bring each other down subtly, without directly offending, just to feel better about their own lives.

One might even raise the topic of a mistress. “Sigh, I don’t know what he sees in that woman when you’re still so beautiful and young,” a woman said, appearing genuinely concerned for the other woman.

In response, the other woman would reply, “I’m not sure either, but I am relieved it is only one,” she said, making a jab at the other’s husband, who famously had his own harem.

They drank cool drinks and fanned themselves gracefully throughout, and if an Alterran was there they’d wonder if these women were masochists.

However, while there were several groups comprised of middle-aged women with nothing better to do when their men weren’t around, there was also a group of unmarried young women.

At their center was the beautiful Estra Trion, one of the Trion Family’s many daughters. As one of the city’s top families, she was naturally pandered on. She had blazing red hair and curvaceous form. She was one of the most sought-after women in the territory and had received countless proposals through the years.

Next to her was her best friend Liaroa, or just Lia, who was wearing slightly more revealing clothing of light red to match her pinkish hair. Her clothing and mannerisms indicated she was ‘well-bred’.

Her sights always seemed above everyone (except Estra, of course). She was the daughter of the Vesto family, also amongst the top in Bleulle.

Similarly, every member of this clique had families above the hierarchy in Bleuelle and other cities.

At this time, the group was finding particular interest in a young woman who was sitting alone in a corner. She was quite beautiful and had near-shimmering sandy hair.

Her back was straight and proud, a quiet confidence emanating from her. She maintained composure, seemingly impervious to any of the murmurs and whispers that surrounded her—which was unlikely because some women were not far from her at all.

“Who’s that?” The women whispered in hushed tones, though they really didn’t care that much even if they were heard.

“That’s Sahara Khan, she’s the daughter of Dune Town Lord.”

“That barren desert town southwest?” one woman said, not even hiding her distaste. “Why would anyone want to build there, anyway?”

Estra shrugged, “Well, except for the beast mobs, no one would bother attacking them in wars,” she said. “Perhaps that is why.”

Several women laughed derisively.

“To be fair, I heard it was just barren, not an outright desert, some 100 years ago when the town was created.”

“Speaking of, isn’t it a bit warm lately?”

“Has it? I’ve been drinking a lot more,” Lia said. Water wasn’t cheap and she realized in retrospect her spending had risen. The topic died out after a bit, with no one really thinking too deeply about it.

They had a much more interesting topic of gossip, after all.

“She’s really beautiful,” another woman said, but pausing immediately as she said it. “Well, not as beautiful as our Estra, of course.”

She sweated a bit at this, afraid of offending the woman by complimenting another in front of her. Thankfully her own friend shifted the discussion away from her. “Aiya, Estra what a beautiful dress. Is that blue silk?”

This made the redheaded woman turn to her with a gracious smile. “Yes, I’ve asked father to give me purple, and he promised to get me some as soon as it was available.”

The women around gasped in awe. Everyone knew the purple dye was extremely expensive. Blue fabric was also very valuable of course, and it was impressive to have such an intricate dress made entirely of the rare fabric.

They then looked at the woman whose beauty rivaled their leader’s, and then looked at the cheap coat that hid her figure. However, based on the part of the dresses that sneaked out of the coat, they could also see that the dress underneath was also cheap.

It was only slightly better made than what the commoners wear and they frowned in distaste.

Was she not ashamed of showing herself here dressed up like that?! Shameless!