After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 599

In his mind, he was already torturing this woman and her people to death, looking down as they pleaded and begged for mercy.

However, before he could even be a slightest bit happy with this plan, the woman’s voice resounded in his mind again.

"Swear to never attack Altera Village or any of its affiliates."

"What?"

"Do you really think I’m an idiot?"

Fargo’s eyes twitched as the damned headache broke into his mind again, and it felt like a long needle stabbed his eye straight to his brain.

"The war is still ongoing, and my mana has more or less recovered," she said, lying with a straight face. "I’ve been dying to test out a few skills with humans. Why don’t you die for science?"

"I always wanted to know how painful your head is right now."

His eyes widened and he looked at her. "YOU!!"

At that moment, he felt another sharp bout of pain attack his head. However, Fargo was still someone who had been trained thoroughly in tortures—and this included undergoing them himself as a child. How could a little headache shake him?

The knife on the boy’s neck remained stable to Althea’s disappointment. He glared at her, his eyes seeming to drip in blood. "HEAL ME!"

"I can swear to alleviate your pain if you take the deal," she said. "Otherwise, it can go so much worse."

Althea was actually not sure about the effects of the thing. In fact, it was thoroughly possible for the effects to disappear or get muted when he leveled up, but she certainly wasn’t going to tell him that.

At the same time, she didn’t want Fargo to use the boy and his father to prematurely give him the antidote (which she didn’t have by the way). "And don’t think I’m as soft-hearted as these soldiers. I’m still a scientist at heart. I may be more interested in seeing how my poison affects your body."

At this, Fargo had no choice but to succumb.

"FINE!" he said in the end. However, he was not a suicidal idiot either, modifying the agreement to what he needed.

"But you, too, must swear an oath, to take away this headache without further damage to me. You will also allow me—as well as all the surviving members my guards and of the Rongo mercenary team—to leave the territory safe and sound.

"And you must also allow us to leave us with all of our belongings." He wasn’t an idiot who would allow himself to venture out without weapons!

"That is my minimum request. Otherwise, we might as well all die here!"

Althea thought for a while. Leaving them out without their belongings was indeed almost akin to death, and there was no way Fargo would agree to it. Even if there were a few strongmen left, they would still fall if mobbed by hundreds of monsters without anything.

Althea nodded and, after several moments of peace, the two of them entered the Village Hall.

"You’re doing the oath?"

"Yes."

He looked at her with narrow eyes. "You sure are powerful enough to represent your territory."

Althea’s face remained unchanged. "The system assigned me to lead this war," she said and hopped to the platform without another word.

Fargo also did the same, leaving the boy to Okra’s hands.

Althea stood tall and firm, telling them the contents of their oaths. She repeated it a few times, ensuring they wouldn’t miss a thing.

She watched them do their oaths, watching their wordings and correcting as many loopholes as she could.

Victor and the others watched with complicated expressions. Would they really have to let go of Fargo like this? However, they also knew they weren’t strong enough to risk otherwise.

After the oaths, Fargo raised his head to look at her, as if remembering her face—probably so he could vividly dream of her torture. Althea felt this, but she didn’t show anything.

"Your turn," he said, similarly listening to what she said. Anyway, his oath was valid only if he agreed to hers.