After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1542

Chapter 1542: Milo’s Fight

Ogur and Oran were twins 13 years of age. They were the children of the Noublis Family, one of the noble families in Holt City. It was not part of the ’high noble’ faction, but it was still very prominent, not too far below the likes of the Glen family.¹

Basically, most of those who served directly under the royal family were nobles themselves, with the exception of elementalists with special mutations as well as powers, which was how Milo got into this in the first place.

For this generation, however, only one, Ogur, was blessed to be an elementalist. Ogur was also the younger twin, so Oran was under quite a bit of pressure to do well even when he was younger.

To make up for what he lacked, Oran worked very hard to improve his fighting prowess. It was to the point that even the adults were impressed.

It was not a surprise, then, that he became one of the undefeated fighters in his age range. The only one who could defeat him was Callen Glen, who served the genius prince.

He had gotten over his jealousy with his brother, even a bit proud that he had managed to do so much without elements. He had also been working on defeating Callen Glen, and he believed it was an achievable goal.

But look at this now? Another elementalist appeared and was suddenly pushed—undeservedly—next to him.

The boy naturally wanted to put this brat a peg or two.

"I’ll teach him," Ogur said with gritted teeth, raising his weapon and pointing at the younger lad. "Come."

Milo bit his lips before lunging forward. "HYAAA!" he yelled, swinging his daggered fists against his peers.

However, it was easily avoided by the older lad, and with a flip of his palm, Milo found his face smack on the floor.

This got a lot of the kids to chuckle. Milo bit his lips, embarrassed. It was one thing to be laughed at by the evil adults in Voumi, but it felt especially embarrassing if he was seen like this by his peers.

He couldn’t even get back up because his rival was holding his head down to the ground—and he had no power to lift his head. He could feel the boy leaning down, sneering at him.

"So that’s all you can amount to eh?" he asked, voice close, intimidating. "Don’t you dare think you can climb with that! It is repulsive!!"

"I don’t think you can even accomplish anything with those weak arms of yours!"

Milo paused and didn’t struggle, his mind heading elsewhere.

If he were to ever have the chance of finding his sister, he’d need to be strong enough to travel. Right now, he couldn’t even land a hit on another kid.

He...couldn’t afford to be a useless wall-weed anymore.

He lost but... he didn’t give up.

He’d catch up, he’d grow strong—at least strong enough to hold his head high in front of these people, and especially in front of his sister!

...

For the next few days, Milo worked with renewed energy. From dusk till dawn, he trained, exercised, and honed his form.

Even if he was filled with bruises, he continued to work beyond the lessons assigned to him.

Eventually, it was judged that he could start serving the master at least in his palace. Accompanying the master during social events was still a long time away, but this was fine, and Milo wasn’t confident he’d do well over there anyway.

Milo was filled with bruises and was limping when he first started his formal job, but he didn’t complain and accompanied the young boy wherever he was, as long as he was within the City.

His job was to hand him whatever he needed—the papyrus, the ink, and grinding ink, food, drinks, and so on. He would be like an extra space with a mouth that shouldn’t be used often.

He would often get yelled at for being so slow, though (because he was in pain) but all he could do was endure.

No matter what, these were still very good conditions compared to others’.

His eyes looked at the back of the young boy, noble and strong, even if he was arrogant.

Really arrogant.

And annoying.

Milo was not a part of any noble family here, but he knew he still needed to become exceptional either way. If he wanted to live a better life, he had to get this boy’s favor and protection.

So...how should he go about it?