Angel Monarch-Chapter 402: Village Council

It wasn’t easy to get to the council building, mostly because of Amayeta’s wheelchair. While they built elevators, they weren’t the modern kind with electricity.

The mechanism which they worked with was quite interesting. A complex pulley system, which gave even a young child enough strength to raise the elevator, just by pulling a rope.

The council building’s location should’ve been clear to Sera from the beginning. They lived on a gigantic tree, so obviously, the main governmental building is within the trunk!

Its location was close to the residential area, so anyone with complaints could reach it with ease.

While moving towards the council building, they went through multiple layers. Unlike the Hospital Branch, the other ones had a lot more people, so avoiding Sera became impossible.

However, most citizens were more curious about the Angel than fearful. Only a few guards gave Sera strange looks, but nobody tried stopping her, mostly because of Amayeta.

Everyone always smiled when the doctor rolled by them. She even stopped chatting with her people, asking about boring topics.

Also, she greeted everyone by their name, which was impressive itself, since there were thousands of people living in the Village.

"You’re quite popular, it seems." Said Sera, while they moved down the last elevator.

The woman in her wheelchair just laughed and smiled proudly...

"It’s a job of every good leader to know their people’s needs and wants. By engaging in small talk, I can glance into everyone’s lives, while I can also build a close relationship with my people!"

Sera nodded in agreement, just as the elevator jerked to a halt. They left it behind and moved along an especially wide walkway leading towards the tree’s trunk.

Along the walkway, about a thousand guards stood watch, each looking at the Angel suspiciously. She just smiled and waved at everyone, which caused Amayeta to giggle.

"Don’t worry about them. They are just here to make sure you don’t kill every council member!" Said Amayeta with a whisper.

"Oh dammit! My plans are ruined! How will I kill them you all now?"

Both women chuckled as they moved towards the large entrance. The guards looked at both with annoyance, but otherwise kept their cool.

Upon reaching the gigantic doors, Sera finally realized something strange about this tree. It was much wider, nearly double the size of a regular great tree.

Two especially tall and muscular guards pushed the intricately carved wooden door open, and let the Angel and the doctor inside.

The wide and tall room plunged into darkness as the doors closed behind them. While Amayeta’s eyes needed a few moments to adjust to the room’s low light, Sera stared through the darkness without issue.

Seven more people stood inside the room with them. On the way, Amayeta already talked about each council member, so Sera easily identified every single one.

First, she glanced towards the grumpy man, a few years older than Sera. He stood maybe a head above her with his muscular arms crossed.

However, his most identifiable features were his black skin color, which was a rarity in the Village. By Amayeta’s account, there were maybe a few thousand of them.

He was the leader of the guards, so his fierce eyes stared at Sera with suspicion. Whakan, the lead guard, was also deemed as the strongest fighter within the Village.

Even rarer than black people were the whites, which barely reached a thousand citizens. That’s why it was surprising to see two of them standing inside the council building.

One, a short, fragile old man, who seemed close to seventy. However, he was only fifty-nine. His thinning, gray hairline and fatigued outlook was because of the lack of modern medicine and manual labour filled life.

His name was John, the eldest person in the Village. His sole responsibility laid in the Education Branch, since he had the most knowledge about the Old World.

Next to him stood her granddaughter, Pakwa. She was only in her early twenties, but she already climbed into the leadership position in the Scout Branch.

The woman looked starved, judging by her short height and small stature. But, by Amayeta’s observation, the young woman ate more than most adult man, she just couldn’t gain weight.

She had bleached white hair, which gently fell on her shoulder and bopped while she walked around with a thoughtful expression.

Compared to the tiny girl, there was a much larger lady. Kaliska, the woman responsible for the Village’s logistics and Cooking Branch.

She stood at average height, and Sera felt the floor’s pain as the woman stood with a wide, curious smile.

Her body was well above healthy weight, her tunic probably required a horde of monsters to die... Maybe she ate the monsters too, judging by her size!

Close to her stood a man of similar height and age. He didn’t look too muscular, but below a bit of extra weight, Sera spotted a strong, working body.

Aponivi, the man responsible for the Workshop Branch and the Village’s lead engineer. He stood proudly, but his eyes reflected a kind, fatherly image. His bald head somehow managed to shine even in the room’s low light.

The last two council members stood closely...

Kangee, the leader of the hunters, the man responsible for the Hunting Branch. Unlike most regular humans, Kangee looked extremely handsome, even reaching Ascended levels of beauty.

Still, compared to Sera, he looked hideous, and that’s exactly what brought his interest. He wore no tunic, revealing a scarred, not overly muscular, but aesthetically pleasing body.

His eyes stayed glued to Sera’s uninterested face, but he also glanced all over her body, like she was only an object.

The woman standing by his side just looked at her friend helplessly. Migsi, the woman responsible for research and the Chemical Branch.

She stood a head shorter than Sera, with a curvaceous waist and backside, but small chest, which she desperately hid by crossing her arms.

Migsi wore a long, white leather lab coat and glasses, which seemed unusual for the Village’s prehistoric technology. She kept her shoulder-length black hair pinned to the side, revealing her gorgeous face beneath.

Sadly for the woman, while she kept glancing at her friend with love and desire in her eyes. Kangee just stared at the Angel’s perfect form.

"So, this is our guest. Fascinating. I must say, I really love your wings. They magnificently hide your vicious nature." Said Kangee, while staring into Sera’s golden-green eyes with a disgusting smirk.

His glance felt so dirty, Sera immediately wanted to take a shower. However, instead, she just shrugged while smiling calmly.

"They aren’t there to hide my nature, but as a warning to any living being. Even the dumbest, most thoughtless creatures know it in their souls, what I am!"

For emphasis, she spread out her wings, which caused Whakan’s hand to flicker for a moment. He stressfully held onto his spear, while his face became red with anger and annoyance.

Her words, however, had a strange effect on everyone. Indeed, just as Sera said, they all had knowledge about angels. They never saw one, but at the back of their memory, hidden deep in their subconscious, a clear picture existed.

Also, as she spread her wings, the small crowd of eight people felt two emotions. Either they were in awe of her regal appearance, or they feared her.

Anyone without ill intentions felt a strange attraction towards Sera, like one feels for a great leader or a good parent. They wanted to kneel before the Angel and pledge their allegiance!

The ones who weren’t quite as friendly in their minds got consumed by despair. Images of the destruction she caused popped into their heads. They also wanted to kneel before the Angel, and beg for forgiveness!

While everyone struggled with their own thoughts, John, the oldest person in the Village, walked up to Sera. He stared up at her with a small genuine smile and reached out his wrinkly, calloused hand.

"Welcome to the Village! I couldn’t help but recognize your accent... Are you from Europe, by any chance? How many survived the Apocalypse there?"

Indeed, even though everyone on Earth spoke the same language, region specific dialects and accents already existed. Especially after the Apocalypse, the European accent became much more prominent.

Sera gently took John’s hand and shook it while smiling kindly at the old man.

"I didn’t think anyone would recognize my accent, judging by the state of everything around here... I’m Seraphine, by the way, but you can call me Sera!"

The old man chuckled while nodding along.

"I’ve fought in the Last War. It would be a shame if I couldn’t recall my enemy’s accent!... Not like any of that matters now. Funnily enough, I can recall many things from the Old World, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t remember the cause of the Last War!"

"It started way before I was born, and everyone only talked about ways to win. I’m pretty sure even the oldest humans forgot the reason for that war... But enough about the past. I’d like to know how well Europe fared!"

After John’s question, Sera looked away with a thoughtful expression. She began counting on her hand for a few minutes, then eventually she glanced down at the old man with a small, cunning smile.

"Well, if my calculations are correct, there’s about 980 of us. But let’s round it up to a thousand!"

The old man suddenly went pale, as all the reminiscent joy left his body at once. Sera felt so bad by his reactions, she near immediately leaned closer and whispered into his ear.

"Sorry, I forgot to add the last part... There’s about 980 million of us, but let’s round it up to one billion!"