After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1176

Chapter 1176: Hero Rin

A/N: Gap with T1 is now down to ~50 tickets! Thank you so much for your support!

Special thanks to the several bulk ticket gifters who closed the gap so much! I wish I could reply to ticket giving so I can send my personal thanks, but it's sadly not a feature. Please know that I take note of all of you!

Now I'm just praying the other side doesn't pull something at the last minute tsktsktsk *PRAYS*

Anyway, back to the story~!

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He stayed like this for a while—practically unmoving—and it made Garan and Althea look at each other.

Althea tilted her head as she stared at the aborigine in puzzlement. "I think we're meant to say he should rise…" she mumbled, and then nudged her husband to do it.

Garan's eyebrows rose, but then he remembered how the man addressed them so he followed his wife's wishes. "Rise," he said, voice low and authoritative, immediately gaining the knight's respect.

The man then pushed his weight on the grounded foot, steadily rising up. His hand remained in that formal and stiff greeting position though. "Milord."

"I'm not the Lord," Garan corrected. "She is."

Rin blinked as he stared at the beautiful woman. Realizing his mistake, he instinctively kneeled down again to apologize.

It was just that the suddenness of movement made him lose balance again, causing him to fall sideways with his knee bent as if he was kneeling parallel to the floor.

"..."

"Are you alright?" Althea asked worriedly. He seemed to be genuinely in pain.

Rin was indeed in pain… from embarrassment.

"It's alright, Milord…" he said, sitting up and kneeling again from there. "Please forgive my sins."

"Are you from a City?" she asked. He was very low-level if he was from a City, but he was way too formal not to be.

Most Cities, after existing for hundreds—if not thousands—of years, naturally evolved into monarchies. With monarchy a complex set of rules, social hierarchies, and strict etiquettes—all serving as displays of power, prestige, and stability.

One of the few exceptions was probably Bleulle City, which depended too much on its noble families—like the Golds—and its sole industry to develop such stark societal contrasts. If one were to compare, it was more like an Oligarchy than a Monarchy.

Of course, if Bleulle managed to centralize more of its power, then perhaps it could develop that way, too.

At her question, Rin shook his head. "I am not from a City, Milord, but the Town I am from—called Hirsuit Town—is a very old Town that only lacked the prestige to become a City."

Hirsuit Town had existed for nearly a millennia and had several hundreds of thousands of population. In many senses of the word, it was practically a City.

It was said that all it lacked was prestige, but there were also many people who said it was on purpose. Regardless, there was no way of knowing for certain.

Anyway, after hundreds of years, it developed to have a royal family like that of many cities, and their guards were trained harshly not just in strength but also in etiquette.

It had only been a year since he left his hometown, and he kept forgetting that their culture was generally unusual.

He lifted his head to look at Garan and Althea. "I hope to be of help," he said, with a stance that made it obvious that he was formally trained.

"We'll talk later," Althea said, pointing at the lounge. "Relax there and have a snack or drink."

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