After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 725

"The new prison welcomed its first strong prisoner," Althea said, reading the real-time reports on the Aether letter on hand. Garan sighed and patted her shoulders. She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder to feel relaxed.

When she confirmed that Guia was going to attack, Althea reluctantly used a building slot to finally buy the Prison. It was located deeper into the territory near the barracks and the mountain areas, so few people had witnessed its construction. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

There was no way, the manual construction couldn’t have taken strong enemies, especially elementalists.

They needed a place that could truly contain strong enemies—which Guia Village undoubtedly was.

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While the undercurrents of the oncoming war brewed, many people still remained blissfully unaware. For instance, the new aborigine visitors who were just there to buy things, explore, and be tourists that they were.

Although as citizens of Towns, they didn’t have to worry about getting enslaved, they still would’ve preferred peace during their excursions. Alterra had just gone to war, how could they know it’d undergo another one so soon?

These people happily spent the day roaming around and shopping. Among them, a nice-looking blonde and his partner went to the weapons store, surprised to see a familiar face there.

"Brenda?" He said, startled.

The woman flinched and turned to the direction of the voice, becoming similarly surprised. "Rapthen? Oh my elves!" she yelled, going out of the counter to go to him.

They greeted each other arm to arm. It was a casual friendly greeting, though a bit touchy-feely for Troy’s eyes.

He cleared his throat as he followed her out, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "Who is this?"

"It’s a childhood playmate from back home."

"From Glaston?" Troy asked, feeling a little jealous. Brenda looked at him being all salty and realized what it was about. She giggled, amused and warm.

"He likes men," she gently explained to him, pointing at the other man who was standing to Raphten.

The man looked awkward though he greeted her with politeness. Brenda smiled at him. "That is his partner, in dual senses."

Troy blinked, his hostility calmed down immediately. "Oh."

Raphten though was a little startled and a little hurt. Brenda noticed this and immediately explained herself. "No, no, your... situation is normal here."

In Xeno, the treatment of homosexuals varied greatly depending on one’s power. If one was still weak, it was greatly frowned upon. After all, procreation was still important and most humans by instinct disliked the situation because it hindered procreation.

At the same time, if one was powerful enough—whether in terms of abilities or position—it was much more flexible. For instance, in Jonathan’s case. After all, procreation was harder at his level and there were fewer expectations for him regarding that.

Xeno was essentially still a place that put the most importance in power, and a Lord of a powerful town naturally could do whatever the heck he wanted.

Raphten and his partner were among the former, so they were forced to keep things a secret. "They don’t promote it, but they’re accepting of everyone who wants to contribute to Alterra’s growth."

"I… see…" the men said, albeit not quite absorbing her words. However, their surprise was pushed down by the gladness of seeing a friend. "You seem to be doing well here."

"Yes, I am," she said, a bit proudly. Though her stance turned a bit serious as she the image of their home passed by her head. "How’s my dad?"

"Missing you," he said. "He was hoping you’d be home."

This made Brenda feel a deep pang of guilt. She hadn’t been home for a while. She usually took some day off every six to twelve months or so, depending on her location, so she could visit him and stay there for a few weeks.

In fact, before getting to Alterra, she had been planning on staying only for a month before leaving. But she got too attached and there were so many things that had to be done, so she couldn’t bear to leave.

After a few moments of thought, she looked at her old friend. "Can you tell us your itinerary?"