Nathan
Year 2850 | Month 3 | Day 1
A month after the Assault on Nathan
“Begin,” I declare as I sit on the chair at the head of the meeting table with my arms crossed looking directly at my head of logistics.
The older man immediately answers, straightening a little in his seat as he has a screen showing on the table in front of him, “Over the past month, we have gained a total of three hundred and thirty one new refugees and have branched out into more caverns to house them all. And thanks to the help given to us by Sir Xavier, the Creation magician of New Hope, we’ve successfully managed to keep up with the construction it required to build them all homes. Now we are reaching the point where we’re gonna have to start digging more tunnels to continue accommodating the flood of refugees from the warzone cities.”
I nod my head before looking down at the table for a moment.
Those eight cities losing their leaders made for a lot of chaos. And amidst that chaos, there have been a vast number of people rushing off to live here in the Undying Caverns – which is what everyone has started calling my cave.
It reached the point that we’ve basically become a city ourselves, and I needed to get some more skilled people at management to handle the city. Moreso than an elderly orphanage director at least.
I look up at the people I’ve got mostly running the city under me. The head of logistics – Ryan Haris – was actually a captain under one of the eight magicians, although a nice one. He led the refugees from there to here, protecting them every inch of the way from both the undead and even other soldiers that had gone on a criminal spree after their leader was taken out.
And after some initial trust issues, I did end up giving him some authority in the Undying Caverns purely due to the logistics management skills he’s shown.
The man has long gray hair and is wearing a set of kevlar armor as he messes with the screen in front of him.
I turn my attention to Benjamin Anderson, the leader of the cavern’s enforcers and a refugee soldier from before the assault launched by the other magicians, as I ask, “Have there been any problems?”
“No sir,” he says with a light shake of his head, sitting stiff as a rod. “Nothing more than a few rogues who attempted to sneak past the guards at the entrance and were shot in the knees for the effort before being arrested. There haven’t been any issues with those already processed.”
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“Good,” I state with a nod before looking away from the young man with blond hair to focus on the woman who’s become my second in command since Carol recommended her. A woman who is just a couple years older than me and a magician as well. One with water magic. “And do you have anything to add to this meeting, Claire?”
Claire Taylor just shakes her head, the woman wearing attire that would be classified as business formal attire, with a white dress shirt, a tie, a black skirt, and heels. Something she insists is proper for someone in her position.
In some ways she’s become my assistant, but in others? She actually knows more about how to manage a city than I do. So she’s been a lot of help. And the only reason I could trust her as much as I do is because Carol recommended her.
Well, that and she hated Frost. Absolutely hated him. And she herself apparently wanted to help me after hearing that I killed him.
“In that case, let’s move onto the next topic,” I continue, leaning forward a little in my chair. “Has there been any news on the Barons?”
Benjamin shakes his head at that says, “Negative. They’re still just going about as they always do. No obvious changes to their routine.”
I narrow my eyes at that, unsure of how to take it. The teleportation affinity magician who got away must have informed at least one of the Barons about me, but I’m not sure which of the seven they informed.
Unfortunately, my original information on the Kingdom of the Fallen was less accurate than I’d have liked. Because the knowledge of most of the people and even a lot of the magicians in what is apparently the inner ring of the continent is lacking.
They don’t know much about the outer ring, and I only learned recently from the stuff left behind by Frost at the magicians’ base camp about it.
“If that’s the case, keep an eye on them. No movement is worse than showing movement in some cases,” I order him, and he immediately nods. Then I let out a brief sigh before standing up and declaring, “This meeting is adjourned.”
All three of them begin gathering their stuff as I leave the room into a short tunnel leading to a guarded entryway to a large cavern. And both of the guards there glance at me before standing just a little bit straighter.
Without bothering with them, I make my way towards my house, which is constantly under the guard of several soldiers working for my new city. Mostly to make sure no one goes in. Because I very much like my privacy.
Guess that’s rather typical for a magician though.
Although in hindsight, I guess the Undying Caverns isn’t really big enough to consider a city yet. But it’s certainly growing in that direction considering all of the many refugees constantly moving in.
It was rather surprising how fast everyone tends to forget about my vampire side when they don’t see my eyes flash with crimson light though.
After making it to my house, I give the guards a brief nod before going inside. The house itself hasn’t changed much, mostly just getting better equipment and appliances in it, along with a better supply of electricity from the generators I’ve gotten moved down here. We’ve also gotten the small underground watermill that was deeper in the caves in a spot I barely went to up and running finally, giving a fresh supply of power to the various homes.
So overall it’s been nicer since everyone came. And it’s probably better for my sanity anyways, not always living on my own and experimenting on myself.
I smile a little at that thought before heading to my lab.
Time to see if I can’t get that spell working finally.