After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1209: The Interior Battles (Part 2)

The enemies were eventually weakened and were no longer able to breach. A lot of them even ran back to the arrays, taking their chances of escaping the imminent slavery.

Because a lot of people did this—hundreds if not thousands, including those from allied territories—Limestone Valley would have to wait the entire 28 hours before the war was officially won.

In the meantime, the soldiers—who were all far beyond the level cap of villages and therefore had limited movement within the walls—did their final rounds, just in case.

Mao ran around the battlements, making sure everything was okay while taking down all the access the enemies had left behind. There were still hundreds left on the ground and while their side ignored those who were just lying there waiting for death, they consistently kicked down those who were still trying to climb up.

Luis and Ryo were paired up and sprinted around the territory, ensuring there were no unnecessary troubles brewing inside. They knew there were still stronger aborigines within the walls, and they could still do some things especially if they didn't mind getting punished.

At some point, they came across an ongoing argument where two people were pointing fingers at the other, calling them 'evil' and 'traitors'.

The two groups were fighting it out, and there was someone even gravely injured on the ground. He was fortunately being treated by a medic though, and he would be transferred to their hospital as soon as he could be moved.

"So what's going on?" Ryo asked, appearing patient, while Luis crossed his arms and looked at them with narrowed eyes.

"He attacked that person! I saw it!" One said, the others looked disgusted and aghast by his claims.

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"Him! It was him!" he yelled back. "He attacked him!"

"No, it was him!"

"You bastard! We thought you were our friend!" one said, tears lining in his eyes.

The other man looked similarly betrayed. "We trusted you!"

"STOP LYING!"

"YOU MUST BE FROM INKO, RIGHT!?"

"What? You're the one who just moved here!" the other retorted. "Didn't you move so you can stab us on our backs?!"

"YOU—"

"YOU—"

Like this, another brawl threatened to erupt. However, neither man dared to start. This was because Luis' hand had a menacing ember floating on it. It was a silent message that he'd burn whoever made the first move.

Before another round of argument began though, a splash of water appeared above their heads—shutting them up.

It was Ryo. "Calm down," he said. "Tell me who you are."

At this, they introduced themselves—with a lot of details as if it'd prove their identities. Ryo and Luis found out that both were citizens, though both aborigines.

Limestone Valley had hundreds of immigrants the past few months so it was impossible to tell who was a double agent without a thorough interrogation. It was simply not something they could do with every one that entered their territory.

Anyway, they had expected something like this to happen eventually—everywhere, even in Alterra.

How it would be handled would depend on a lot of variables though, and they could only hope they'd make the best decision considering what they knew.

They also had no time to bring these two to the center to make an oath. Rather, the enemy could be doing this to delay things on purpose. Either way, there could be a lot more chaos going around elsewhere; there could be someplace else they were more needed.

"This can be easily figured out," Ryo said. With a blank face, he raised his spear. This puzzled everyone, not knowing what he'd do.

They could only gasp as the ominous spear shot down, aiming to stab directly at the victim! Everyone was shocked, not knowing why this was happening!

"Wait!" one yelled, running to him, stopping the spear just in time before it buried into the unconscious man's body. "What are you doing!?"

Ryo didn't answer. He simply raised his head and looked at Luis, who nodded and went to the other man to capture him.

"WHAT?" he yelled, trying to struggle out of Luis' hold.

Luis pushed him down, just hard enough that he wouldn't be punished for it, but also hard enough to keep the bastard down on the ground.

The fire-user did not forget to step on him though.

"People who truly cared wouldn't smile when the person is about to die, idiot."

…

The Limestone Hospital at this time was busy with a long line of patients. All beds were occupied at this time, and each one would even be moved to an outpatient ward after treatment. Still, the flow of new patients didn't seem to have an end.

The medical personnel were all a bit tired after hours of this, but they were doing their best.

In the past couple of months, Limestone Valley had taken in a few refugees with some medical expertise. Without exception, they were recruited to Limestone Valley's clinic for a good salary. There was also a doctor who could do some general surgery, but more serious ones would've been a problem.

They did not have specialized surgeons there and anyone who would absolutely need it would have to be transferred to Alterra's hospital. Fortunately, the paths had been developed a lot with asphalt since then and the travel had been reduced to a few hours by Broat Carriage.

Among the medical personnel, the most hardworking one was Raffy, the new head of Limestone Valley's Medical team, and also one of the only healers in the territory.

Raffy was one of the nurses who had been here since the start. He did not come with Volohov to Alterra, and chose to stay for the sake of duty.

Then a few months ago, he was assigned to actually lead the place—even before he had awakened. More than Vanessa, and more than the doctors, he—a bulky nurse—was chosen to lead.

This naturally sparked some murmurs, no doubt stirred up behind the scenes by the only actual healer at the time, Vanessa. She was subtle and no one would be able to tell but he worked with her for months, he naturally knew how she was like.

However—despite the rumors—he never lost his position, and when he did awaken the skills, the murmurs gradually stopped.

Granted, he still had a lot to learn, and his only source of information—Vanessa—was purposely being vague about her teachings all while appearing to have done her best.

He looked at the stark contrast between him—who was sweating profusely—and her, who looked graceful and beautiful as she chose her patients to heal.

His eyes flickered, but he shifted his attention back to the patient on hand.

None of that mattered right now, he reminded himself. People's lives are on the line, after all!