After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1212

A/N: I'm making Theo, Maya, and Horus images next~! Any requests?!

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The people weren't aware that their top healer had just been taken away. They were just relieved that the much-awaited announcement finally echoed in everyone's minds!

[Limestone Valley (Lv3) has won the war against Inko Village (Lv3)]

The screams and cheers resounded in the territory—some screamed, and some danced, while many of the enslaved just fell down sobbing.

Many of the citizens who had been holding themselves up also dropped down but, fortunately, they were just unconscious and tired.

The ambulatory citizens proceeded to help their brethren up, or at least move them to houses or shades. However, the new slaves from Inko— especially those from Voumi were all asked to stand aside.

Now that they had seen people really pretend to be slaves, they were reminded to be a lot more careful with how they handled their newcomers. Like Alterra, they would definitely make them all do the basic oaths at least.

And this was for the Inko slaves. The Voumi slaves were much more complicated because technically, they weren't Limestone Valley's, and therefore could not make oaths.

Anyway, the injured were gently handled by their logistics personnel. Limestone Valley also had a few broatbulances given to them, and each one was filled up in each round.

At some point though, one of the broat drivers went down as the others loaded the patients in. "Sir Victor."

"Your father asked me to tell you something," he said, feeling a bit awkward to be the one who was sending this information. But what could he do? All forces were mobilized to do something and he was heading here anyway.

He cleared his throat. "The Hospital was attacked—by Terran slaves from Inko—but they had been taken care of.

"Raffy is being treated now, and he seems to be stabilizing because someone kept a pharmacy-level healing potion with them."

Victor looked at the man, knowing there was still more. "And?"

"The problem is… your sister is missing," he said, making Victor flinch a bit, eyes narrowing. "What?"

"T-They… she apparently locked herself in a room, but then they found that she exited through the window for some reason."

"Is she just hiding?" "Have you checked the tunnels?"

They naturally kept the tunnel houses built during the Heat Wave. They were all still functional as residential units (though mostly for the goblins—who were all quite brave in this war, by the way—because many of them preferred to live underground). These places were also used as emergency hideouts and so on.

At this, Victor looked at some of the guards. "Send someone to check the tunnels please," he said. "Vanessa might be there."

"Miss Vanessa?"

"Don't ask," he said, just sighing in exasperation. Anyway, the guards nodded and went to do their tasks, leaving the cleanup to their teammates.

To be honest, he really disliked having to stretch the limited manpower they had, but he couldn't help but have a nagging feeling he couldn't ignore. Hopefully, everything was alright and Vanessa just decided to be a spoiled brat rather than it being in danger.

Anyway, after cleaning up and taking the injured locals to the hospital or the clinics, it was finally time to deal with the slaves.

He opened his mouth to give an order. "Slaves, go to the Center and make non-betrayal and Honesty oaths," he said.

"We will have a team interrogate you and, if innocent, you can live as a normal villager though you'd have to pay for some debts as well as save up to be able to buy yourselves from the system."

The Inko slaves flinched and nodded, their eyes watering with tears. They didn't care that they had to take all the oaths. The possibility of gaining a semblance of freedom back made them extremely emotional.

"We will treat your wounds after you make an oath," he said. "I hope you understand."

The hospital could not be attacked again, and it seemed like they had to update a lot of their standard operating procedures regarding that.

The Inko slaves were used to injuries—some of which they still carried after weeks or months—so they really didn't have the sense of entitlement that they had to be treated as soon as possible.

The hundreds and hundreds of slaves were ushered in two files, with a guard walking at each side. This way, even if there was someone pretending to be a slave, the oath would be enough to ensure they wouldn't be a direct problem.

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