After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1070

A/N: It’s 2nd Sunday of January and we’re in Top 1 so... extra chaps~! Thank you for your support everyone!

I checked and somehow things extended so the last pre-timeskip chap is tomorrow, instead of today. xD Sorry sorry

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The following week, Yassop was back with the ’hostages’. That was to say: his daughter and grandchild, Yelena and Yanno.

He looked at his daughter sitting stiffly across him from the carriage. He then looked at his meek grandson sitting on the other corner farthest from his mother.

The entire time—from the announcement of the situation, to their departure, and after days of traveling—neither of them showed much change in their expression.

He could remember the time when he told them the news, he was really worried they’d regress and react violently. He was wrong.

When he actually told them the news, the reaction was… lackluster to say the least. He almost wanted them to react violently.

"Alterra asked for you two as… hostages," he said at the time, quickly adding: "However, you will be living freely and happy there—you won’t even feel like you’re hostages."

The girl nodded, and the boy stared as if it had nothing to do with him.

No matter which part of that sentence, the mother and son didn’t seem to feel much.

It was as if it was the same regardless of where they were.

Yassop only felt sad. He hoped that someday, even if it was in anger, they’d express more emotions.

Anyway, the carriage ride was silent since the trip began a couple of hours prior. They only had 1 carriage, though the rest of the servants were in the exterior seating—leaving the three of them inside, surrounded by awkward air.

Whenever Yassop tried to open a topic they would respond with a nod, a hum, or a grunt.

When he said something good about Alterra—particularly the amazing unbelievable things in an attempt to excite them—they would just look at him cynically, as if they didn’t believe him.

Eventually, Yassop just gave up talking (for now). He looked out the blurred forests outside, attempting to pass the time, but his mind still ran—trying to find a topic that they might respond to.

Nothing came to mind, however, so he ended up just staring out in a daze even in his old age.

Soon, he started seeing a few teams here and there, some were even fighting mobs. "Ah, there are people already, we must be near," he said, though it was more like he was talking to thin air.

Sigh.

Soon, the tall walls emerged from the dense forest, and he felt like a weight lifted from his shoulder. They all paid for the visitor pass—because residency required contribution points—and led the beast carts past the gate and onto the Beast Inn.

"We’re here," he said, though the other two didn’t seem to care.

That was until… they finally emerged from the carriage.

Yassop turned to see the two looking around, their eyes slightly wider than usual.

His lips twitched. This was a good sign.