After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1448

Chapter 1448: Pitiful Women

While Orion and Hilda took another step forward in their relationship, a certain aborigine woman—one who had been in between them—felt like she was facing a death sentence.

Her eyes were red and her body gave off a tired aura from crying so much the previous night.

They had to use very expensive makeup—bought from a very distant City, brought here by the City’s Post Office—to cover up the signs.

It was not helping that a hateful woman was chattering right next to her ear.

"Sigh, my dear daughter, you shouldn’t look like this is a curse. This alliance will help us out so much," she said, looking at her as if she were an elder. "You must be perfect."

Octavia looked at the woman in front of her. She was young and beautiful, her brilliant red hair cascading down her shoulders. The way she touched her bulging belly made her appear especially gentle, like someone destined to be a mother.

"You are not my mother, Enala," she snapped back, though the woman didn’t seem to mind. Rather, she just gazed at her as a misbehaving kid and it irked her very much.

Enala Trion, his father’s favorite wife, was decades younger than he was. She remembered the young girl going after her, showering her with admiration. ’I’m going to be just like you when I grow up, Lady Octavia,’ she said, always running to her whenever they were in the same space.

Cut to the current scene where the gentle woman had the air of confidence—no, arrogance—for becoming someone above her.

It grated on Octavia’s nerves, and it wasn’t helping the disgust she was feeling for what was to come.

Soon, she was led to enter a sedan with some metallic accents, which was at least to show off how important they thought her to be. That bastard had famously played around, and it seemed that her father was also offended, so Hassen had to take a few measures to calm them down.

Apparently, an intricate metallic sedan was all that was needed to show sincerity...

Hassen City’s specialty industry was metalworks. This naturally made them quite powerful, albeit they remained low-key through the decades and had rarely started wars.

This was also the reason why their mass collection of black metal all over the region and beyond was not too suspicious.

She herself was covered in what must be the gaudiest wedding dress in existence. She was wearing an intricate headdress as big as her own head, and her wedding dress had inlaid gems and metal with various patterns. If Octavia’s level was not high, she doubted she’d even be able to move at all.

Of course, in other people’s minds, it was a show of strength and richness. The heir’s wedding could not be shabby, after all.

In contrast, Bleuelle’s industry was the (now diminishing) Blus. For now, they could get by by selling the materials at an exorbitant price. However, eventually, some people would just opt not to develop their own buildings, particularly when new building types become available in the System.

Her father wanted to create an alliance to keep Bleulle’s value high, and Hassen was willing to exchange a lot of money and materials in exchange for some Blus. There was also something else but she was not privy to, but she couldn’t find it in her heart to care.

It was a win-win situation for everyone, except for her.

However, she had been taught since she was young about her duties, about how she must listen to her father before marriage and, after marriage, to her husband. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Octavia felt extremely uncomfortable and disgusted, but her mind was telling her that she could only endure, and it was breaking her inside.

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