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

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." 

Rin blinked and looked at the set of tables and chairs on the side. There were porcelain tea cups and some plates filled with food on top. His eyebrows rose, feeling flattered. 

"Y-Yes…" The man said, accepting the hospitality, and walking toward the table as ordered. 

Bump!

Though not without hitting one of the side tables on his way there. 

"..." 

Garan sighed and didn't want to look at him, while Althea just sighed as she turned her head to look at the array. 

People his level generally should have physiques with decent coordination, but there were apparently exemptions everywhere. 

The next ones to appear were Level 15s. While they weren't particularly special, they would still be great additions to Alterra's existing forces or to the satellites'.

The names of the new hires were Wodan and Elof. The former was a middle-aged swordsman with a perennially depressed face while the latter was a young archer. 

As always, they gaped in shock when they found out it was her who was the Lord but quickly schooled their expression. 

They were also quickly calmed down by the snacks and tea, which made them inexplicably happy to be here already. 

They didn't know if it was just the welcoming snack or if it was a one-time thing, but they were glad to have tasted it anyway! 

After orienting the newcomers—reiterating the secret of her identity by the way—she adjourned the meeting with Garan saying they should go straight to the Barracks after settling down in their assigned homes. 

"I feel annoyed when they're all so surprised to find out you are the lord…" Garan said as they sat. He leaned down to bury his head on her shoulder. 

She smiled, caressing his angular chin. "It's natural, don't think too much." 

Garan nodded, though the scent of his wife made him habitually move a little, tilting his head so his lips landed on her neck. 

Bang! 

They turned to see that the hired aborigines left the door open, and Rin actually hit the railing of the balcony. If he was a little more careless, he could've fallen down to the ground floor. 

The other two ran to him, pale, but he just waved them away, standing proud by default. It was like he believed that appearing unaffected would make everyone else forget his mistakes, too. 

"Is that normal?" she asked, seriously concerned. 

Strictly speaking, people in their mid-level-20s shouldn't be so clumsy—even if they wanted to.

No, it was physically impossible for them to be this clumsy. 

Garan looked at the man again. "I'm not sure…" 

At this, Althea turned to the door. "Rin," she called. "Come here." 

The man visibly flinched and turned to them, walking a bit slower than usual. He looked like he was having cold sweats, anxious. 

Still, he did his best to appear calm. He bowed slightly as he arrived near Althea. "Yes, Milord." 

"Go to the Hospital and find a doctor named Volohov," she said. "Tell them I sent you."

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