Rebuilding The Village [1]

A week has passed, and an uproar has stirred from a certain room inside the royal palace.

"What do you mean that we can't kill them? It's your job to handle them, so quickly finish it!" A young man with blonde radiant hair, ocean-like blue eyes, a sharp nose, and a perfect jaw, wearing very expensive clothing with jewelry intact as ornaments, was complaining loudly.

"Please lower your voice, my prince." A man who was in his late forties and wearing neatly proportioned clothing tried persuading the handsome man into lowering his voice.

The young, handsome man let out a long sigh and sat back on the cushion behind him.

"Those bastards, why do they keep finding our hideouts? I've been buying several lands just for the sake of the slavirs. But how do they keep finding them?" The young man uttered angrily, clenching his fist tightly.

"I am deeply sorry, Prince Calix. But it seems there are several spies between our people. Moving the slavirs from different locations just to hide them seems unfortunate at this point." the man in his late forties said.

"Spies, huh? I guess you might be right, Butler Wenz." Prince Calix said, looking a bit problematic.

"I suggest we conduct an investigation within our people and remove the pests that infiltrated. For now, we only have one place safe from the hands of the people of the kingdom." Butler Wenz stated, proposing a plan to remove the spy from their faction.

"Yes, let's do that. And don't tell me, we're going to send them to that place?" Prince Calix asked, gasping in realization.

"Yes, my prince. It is the only place where they cannot go easily." said Butler Wenz.

"I guess we have no choice. Find a date to send the slavirs there. I hope that they can survive in the meantime until we find a decent place for them to live." Prince Calix said, ending their discussion.

"By your command." Butler Wenz replied, lowering his head before the sitting prince.

After that, the Butler went out of the room that was surrounded by bookshelves, a magnificent long mahogany antique table with fruits displayed on it, and a large window that had been closed due to their meeting.

Is my sister really the one causing these massacres? My brothers—I don't know where they are right now, but I should talk to them about how to handle Jeanel. The public's opinion has turned to her side; the crowning of the next king has been postponed due to some law-changing events. They protested that a princess should also be eligible to take the throne. Was taking the throne her plan from the beginning? I can't seem to read her thoughts well. Ugh, this sister really is a bothersome opponent. She's also a strange one. Anyway, what is she planning right now?" Prince Calix mumbled in his head, pondering a solution to their current situation.

In the first place, the royal family had always obtained the golden ocean features. golden, radiant hair that shone brightly when struck by sunlight. And blue, ocean-like eyes that sparkled like a gem when stared at intently.

These were the features that every member of the royal family had since the first generation.

But for some reason, the youngest sibling, Jeanel, had totally not been aligned with the royal features.

She had silver hair that shone radiantly, and her golden eyes were sparkling like a gem as she smiled with her kind personality.

From the very moment she was born, people were doubting her.

"Is she really the daughter of the king?"

Doubts and rumors spread like wildfire, but the very moment she grew, she showed extreme progress and was entitled to be called a genius.

Therefore, the rumors about her being an illegitimate child began to disappear.

With her outstanding intellect, she was dubbed a genius and learned things that even an adult couldn't handle. She even brought up ideas that someone at the age of 10 couldn't even imagine.

It's as if she were an adult inside a childlike body.

But how would I know? Whatever it is, she's now known to be a prospective candidate for the throne in the eyes of the public opinion." Prince Calix mumbled in his head, looking a bit stressed as he kept thinking about his younger sister, Jeanel.

"Ugh, what a pain. But for now, I should focus on relocating the Slavirs. In order for them not to get hunted, I've got no choice but to send them inside the forest of Gord." he uttered as his hand trembled.

The Prince, Calix Von Alex, decided on transporting the Slavirs, whom he kept protecting, to an unknown, vast, and dangerous forest. But little did he know that the place he had decided to relocate the Slavirs home would benefit him the most. But this is still in the distant future.

Meanwhile, in the Slavir's village, several large wooden pillars forming a barricade were displayed, circling around the village, and were deeply stuck beneath the ground.

The pillars acted as foundations while the Slavirs began to cast earth magic and made the ground stick together between the wooden pillars, blending with a bit of water magic to make it stick as the mud molded and began strengthening itself, similar to cement.

And thus, after three days of doing it, the walls that will protect the village have been successfully created.

Leaving the villagers astonished by the wonderful idea that their abilities had come into use.

"How did you think of such a way?" Eric asked, looking at me in admiration.

I glanced at him and replied. "Well, I just thought about it on a whim. So don't ask; now that we've built the walls, we should focus on the exterior design of it; we are still adding the main entrance and exit."

"My bad, Sir Heinz, well then, I will order my men to bring more wood for the exterior part of the walls. I assume we'll be adding posts at the top, right?" Eric asked, trying to know if his guess was right.

"Yes, we'll make it seem like a fortress wall where people can patrol around and look over from above." I said, telling him my plan.

"Well, in that case, I should get going." Eric said, waving his hand and beginning to walk further away from me.

Wow, this rebuilding project is stressful. I didn't imagine that my leadership skills back in my previous world would be used to ordering people like this. But still, having knowledge about my previous world came in handy. Without being able to gather the supplies for a tough wall, luckily I knew some things back then that only revolved around dirt and water. But adding the wooden pillars as a foundation was a great idea too. The replacement of the steel bars was a good choice since we don't have any steel materials here.

With that, this village somehow feels safer. With the walls and the barrier I made using Grand's help, infiltration would now be hard. Once they pass through the barrier, they'll have to siege our twenty-meter walls in order to get inside the village.

And for the entrance and exit, I'll have to put the entrance on the northern side and the exit on the south. The exit will only be used to evacuate once disaster strikes the village. Forcing them to run towards an uncharted place where monsters reside. But worry not; I still have a plan in mind. I'll make an evacuation center some time deep in the southern parts, where monsters don't roam often.

But first things first, I should see how they are doing." I mumbled in my head, heading in a certain direction.

[Report: They seemed to have improved just from a week's training.]

I see, so you're still watching them?"

[Yes, through the newly acquired all-seeing eye-generated skill, I can use it to observe a wide range of areas reaching up to thirty meters in radius.]

[This is also helpful to my detection skill.]

I see, well, just report to me if you find any suspicious people lurking around."

[By your command, Master.]

Grand, who had been quiet for the last two days after I began preparing for the rebuilding of the village project, somehow ended up generating another skill on her own. It was the all-seeing eye, a combined skill with her detection and an enlarged area radius.

I walked in the streets of the village, where people greeted me. Their admiration for me grew, I guess, since I have been helping their village.

And just as I reached the corner where I was supposed to turn around, a shout was heard.

"Stop! We give up!"

The voice seemed to be that of Arthur, who was always composed. Even when facing me, he did not shout like that.

Just as I turned around, I saw Arthur and the others lying on the ground, lifeless and pale, while Fenil was standing, stepping on Arthur's head like some sort of rock.

Arthur glanced at me with teary eyes, screaming "Help!" internally.

I guess Fenil's still thorough with her training." I mumbled in my head, looking at their situation.

Chapter End.