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

A/N: Chapter dedicated to Lotuslin, Oslo's #1 waifu. Loolol. Thanks again for the LNY Red-envelope-castle~

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"Will it be possible?" Ansel looked at his sister with sparkling eyes, while Garan just nodded, thinking 'as expected'.

Garan looked down and saw the two babies in his wife's arms though. Their hands were now sticky because of the cotton candy and he immediately took out wet wipes from his space to clean up their mouths and hands and their chubby cheeks.

His hand was bigger than their faces, and he was very gentle to make sure he didn't put too much strength into it.

Althea smiled at him and held up the two babies so he could reach both their hands. After doing this, Garan simply put their pacifiers on without taking them away from their mother.

The babies obviously preferred to be in the arms of their soft and fragrant mother. He did not blame them.

Anyway, while Garan did so, Althea turned to her brother to answer his question.

"I'm thinking it's possible. Holt City could make buildings that'd cook by itself, so this meant it is possible for the normal people to create such buildings—at least as Aether Buildings," she said. "I'm sure Oslo would upgrade someday."

At this time, Oslo was focused on studying as much as he could about building types and whatever Althea had on arrays. He also asked for some information from his siblings, though to be honest what Miss Althea had was more insightful than the general knowledge nobles had on the subject.

Even their toolmakers depended on inheritance and instinct to create their tools, so it was really a problem. They still had a few sets to make possibly one or two new types of aether blueprints (though that may increase depending on his skill and understanding) but so far they were still undecided about what to do with them.

Hopefully, by the time Alterra expanded its walls, they'd have new aether blueprints ready. This did not include a copy of what he had already made—which they'd do once the Town expanded further—but the new building types Miss Althea was envisioning!

Speaking of Oslo… he was actually still on the street, too. Ansel turned to look somewhere along the road, about ten or so meters away from them.

The golden-haired was lining up to get a cool drink from the Cucumber-drink guy1, and he was surrounded by chattering women. As always, he looked completely comfortable surrounded by the feminine kind.

"Yo!" he greeted, raising his arms as he walked towards him. Oslo turned and blinked, smiling at him.

"Ansel!"

They didn't notice how the group of women formed a path for them and neither did they notice the muffled squeals that surrounded them.

"Done with the Post?" he asked, knowing that he was here to send letters. "Aren't you with your nephew?"

"Yeah," Oslo said, turning to side to see Honda playing with the other kids. In Bleulle, it'd be impossible to see him play with village kids, but look at him so happy and carefree.

Hey, he was even carrying a baby goblin now…

The blonde just shook his head with a smile. He did not ask where it came from and just turned back to chat with Ansel. "You?" he asked. He doubted there'd be anyone the red-head would want to send posts to at this time.

"Just looking around with family," Ansel said, pointing somewhere behind him. At this, Oslo turned to look for a certain someone, and his blue orbs quickly warmed up at the sight of her standing a few meters away from them.

He had to pull back his meaningful stare when he felt the husband's icy gaze, of course.

"Miss Althea, Sir Garan," he said, striding gracefully as he approached. Then, his blue eyes shifted to look at the precious buns they were carrying. "Good Afternoon, Handsome Meatball, Princess Pepper."

The two babies didn't know what those meant, but it sounded good and they smiled and giggled cutely behind their pacifiers, melting every heart in the vicinity.

Althea smiled warmly at her babies' cuteness, putting poor Oslo into an idiotic daze again.

Ansel noticed this and wrapped his arm around his shoulder (making women squeal, some taking out their phones to take pictures). "I'm doing final checks for the party later, come help out," he said. It was not even a suggestion.

Oslo blinked, stared, and then nodded. "A-Ah, yeah," was all he could say, still puzzled why he was suddenly pulled in as a supervisor of someone else's job. However, he saw his friend's wiggling eyebrows and had no choice but to play along.

And so, the two very handsome men said their goodbyes and parted from the family… making the women they passed by swoon to death.

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"Damn, man, how bad do you still have it? Didn't I tell you to date around?" Ansel asked with a very serious look on his face. "You definitely have no trouble flirting."

"I couldn't bear to go steady with anyone who doesn't make my heart beat anymore," Oslo said. It wasn't that he hadn't tried the past month, it was just that he couldn't handle it in the end.

Flirting was one thing, but going out meant different for the women. It would be cruel if he gave false hopes when he had no feelings for them.

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Before, he didn't mind. It was just fun for both parties. Now that he knew what it felt like to fall in love, it meant he also felt the pain of not having it. He didn't wish that on his worst enemy, especially not on innocent women.

He didn't say this out loud, but Ansel could tell. He sniffed, feeling a bit teary. He gripped his shoulder a bit tighter. "I'm proud of you, man." He definitely matured. He was ready for true love now.

Oslo smiled, feeling a complex mood of bittersweet relief as well.

Anyway, the two men were really close—with Ansel's arms still around the blonde's shoulders—and someone behind them almost fainted.

Suffice to say, there would be extra volumes of Sunset Pair Fanfiction going around that day.

Just an unnamed side character who always sells cucumber drinks to passerbys