After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 873

Chapter 873: Night Attacks (Part 2)
Althea watched his back as he left, but she wasn’t very worried. Rather, she wondered how the others outside Alterra were doing.

This was something every territory was probably going through today. While the humans were tired, restless, and had just survived the perilous morning, the monsters became active, looking for food.

Alterra and the associate villages were better because they pretty much just rested at home to pass the heat. They just switched their times to nightshift. They were also very aware of what was to come and had created policies and made other preparations against them.

What about other villages? Aborigine villages had many experiences with this before and, although there were deaths, they should be able to adapt well enough to keep their respective territories standing.

But… what about Terran villages? This was all extremely new to them. She couldn’t help but worry.

She could only hope that the Terran Villages that had survived this long had hired aborigines who could guide them through such a disaster.

Anyway, while a part of the guard team—as the sentries could defend them well enough—ensured that the night would be peaceful for everyone else, Althea spent time with her energetic children.

She was usually overworked with either pharmacy or her array studies, and it was rare that she could babysit them like this.

They had rushed to finish every research item before the heat wave hit, and this was including finalizing some formulas. So now that that was done, she just had to turn them over to production and now she had free time.

The children particularly liked to play with the magic aether toys Oslo gave them. It was a ball that floated about a feet above ground and went in random directions, designed to encourage the movement of children.

This one was actually supposed to be given when they could walk already, but Althea couldn’t wait and kinda wanted to tire the kids out so she could join her husband outside.

Of course, the energy was not unlimited and had to be placed with some force before it could work again. In their case, an elementalist simply had to direct any elements inside and it would work as new.

She placed some energy and watched as the ball floated slowly around the room. She used her ability to study the arrays there as they played. They were quite complex but she recorded them while her babies crawled to follow the slow-moving hovering ball.

They weren’t crawling fast enough, however, and eventually it left them.

Athea couldn’t help but laugh out loud when two babies mumbled loudly in their cute milky voice, as if trying to get it back.

“Mmmmhgaawaaa!”

“Grugmawhaaa!”

They yelled before crawling after it. They looked adorable in the animal onesie pajamas and she was tempted to poke their bums.

She chuckled and shook her head as she added a few more notes in her array notebook. She scribbled a couple of lines for a second and lifted her head to check on the babies…

…only to see Little Meatball floating and Little Pepper already on the other side of the room, just waiting for the ball to head in her direction with open arms.

“…”

…

On the battlement.

The monsters during this period were indeed more rabid.

In contrast to fear of mobs though—as one would normally think—Alterran soldiers, guards, and citizens were relieved for them.

“AH! FINALLY!” Someone yelled, raising his hand as if to welcome the dark ominous wave coming in their direction.

Someone was chewing on jerky as he watched the mob get closer and closer. “I had awakened a new skill before that damned heat wave. I can finally practice it!”

Beside him, Hubert stretched his arms and clicked his knuckles. “I thought I was going to grow molds in there.”

In Alterra, it had become a habit to train, to keep aiming to become stronger, and to move forward. Just sitting in their rooms eating ice cream was something that was (literally) from another world now. After a bit, it simply wouldn’t feel comfortable anymore.

Now came the cool night, and the night life of the territory was at its peak. And then the bell rang one time and pretty much everyone awake went to run towards the gate.

They didn’t know how long the heat wave would last but they wouldn’t be able to stomach not training a bit during this time!

The sentries had always been powerful and reliable and they had strong guards around also watching them.

Mobs like this… were perfect!

…

Garan came back home and saw that his wife and children were sleeping peacefully on the bed.

He didn’t go down the battlement today—he didn’t have to—and all he did was throw ice columns whenever someone was in danger.

He gently placed the children in the crib, gently rubbing their heads before giving them soft kisses. His movements caused his wife to shift, opening her eyes a bit.

He sat next to her and rubbed her cheeks. “Did I wake you?”

He said this but his voice was a bit raspy. After all, because it was a little hot even at night, she wasn’t wearing a blanket, and was wearing her thinnest night dress.

Althea was unaware that her peaceful sleeping position was seducing a monster.

She just innocently shook her head, though it looked more like she was rubbing her head in his palm. “No,” she said, “I wanted to sleep lightly until you came back. How was it?”

He crawled to the bed and enveloped his wife to his embrace and she settled in his warmth, very comfortable.

“It’s not a big mob, nothing the sentries couldn’t handle. However, a lot of people felt like they were rotting in the rooms the whole day and went ahead to clear the mobs out.”

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say their citizens were hungry for some battle and they welcomed this mob.

Most of the aborigines and the other newcomers though were extremely shocked as they watched the people’s attitude—understandably so. They would be very confused for days, befuddled with the abnormal territory and its similarly weird citizens.

Some newcomers, of course, fit right in.

For instance, Tacky and his friends gaped at the unusual attitude. They had heard of the mobs coming from people’s chatters (they lived in the tunnels) and were scared at first. But when the bell rang and many people actually ran out of the gate, they were definitely confused.

When they saw that, while dangerous, it wasn’t impossible to deal with the monsters, they soon got into the mood of war-freakiness as well.

Garan said everything he knew to his wife. “Even if another mob comes, our territory wouldn’t be shaken even by a bit.”

She giggled.

Unexpectedly, she felt large arms rub her thighs, and soon went under her skirt. “Now that’s settled…”

She blinked, lifting her head to look at him.

“It was very difficult not to touch you the whole day,” he said, kissing her cheek. They were together the whole day yet he could not touch her that way.

The sweat and grime attached to her skin made everything even more difficult and he knew she wouldn’t be in the mood to do any ‘strenuous’ activity in the day.

So now, he was actively seducing her while the weather was okay.

Althea giggled, tickled by his ministrations. But then remembered what happened with the toy and she held his hand to stop him from moving.

She looked at him with wide eyes, though in Garan’s view it just made her look even more alluring. “By the way, there’s something else—”

Garan turned them over so his large frame enveloped her against the bed. He leaned down to meet her lips, immediately parting them with his tongue so he could taste his wife as intimately as possible.

“Hmnn…” Althea let out a coquettish moan as she drowned under his ministrations, and Garan consumed her even more passionately in response.

He lifted his head to pull up his shirt, revealing his wide shoulders, abs, and perfect mermaid line for her to admire. Whatever she was going to say, she had already forgotten about it.

She entered a daze and her hand touched his chest. He smirked and leaned down to resume kissing her, lifting her nightdress up by the way.

“We’ll talk about that tomorrow,” he said while his lips hovered on hers, and a palm seductively groping at her breast. His hand slipped southwards and he activated the voice blocker as he did so.

And so, the curtains fell for another spring night.

The Heat Wave though, would last many more.