Naval Gacha System: It's Time To Monopolize The Seven Seas!

Chapter 205: | 205 | Final Battle Aftermath

In the silent and empty streets of the capital city of Terra where avenues and alleys were thinly veiled in solace. Hermona found herself walking through a desolated city consumed by silence, a city that was once her home. With her were her most trusted entourage, Tora and Leonidas.

The two of them followed from behind, observing their leader as she strolled through the emptiness of what was supposed to be a grand city of the Colonial Dominion.

What occurred, or the battle in the central region had left them tattered and somewhat exhausted. The assault of the Magus Tower brought immense casualties to their warriors almost breaking through their line of defense. Nevertheless, even with immense pressure, they never conceded.

The Liberation Front stood against the onslaught of magic along with their allies. As explosions consumed their surroundings, thunderous roars echoed in the background, they kept fighting no matter what. As such, they stood amidst corpses as the victor of a final battle.

At any rate, the three sauntered through a few avenues, before Hermona stopped moving, turning her gaze towards a peculiar medieval building. A smile of familiarity emerged on her face, attracting the attention of her friends.

Hermona walked towards the front door of the stone brick building, touching its wooden surface. She felt nostalgia as memories of the past peered through her mind. She glanced at her friends and remarked. "This is my home before becoming a full-fledged wyvern rider."

"Even though we mostly spent our time in training facilities down the south of the capital, I was given this home as a reward for succeeding in my test to become a wyvern rider. I took care of it with my utmost focus, since it was the only place I could call home back then."

"I never thought it would survive the war. To be honest, the capital city standing not in rubble, but desolation, was beyond my expectations. Perhaps, my selfish wish of seeing whence I came from, was brought to reality." Hermona took out a key from her pocket.

Something she had been taking care of since the beginning of their journey towards the island of Terra and throughout the entire duration of the final battle. She slowly pushed it into the lock of the front door, opening it a second later.

A creak echoed as the interior of her home revealed itself to her. It remained unchanged despite the years that had gone through without her care. Although there were some dust, most of her furniture and things remained untouched.

Hermona glanced at Tora and Leonidas with a soothing smile, nodding at them to come with her. Tora and Leonidas gazed at each other, a bit awkward as this would be the first time they enter the home of their leader, who was a woman.

In their societies, they would have pushed for a marriage as to consolidate their relationship with one another. But Tora and Leonidas understood the most that Hermona wasn't the type of woman that should be kept. It was why they decided to follow her.

The two entered through the wooden front door of Hermona's home. Each of their steps were soft, as they remained cautious and careful of their surroundings. They didn't want to accidently break the furniture of the leader, and also didn't want to embarrass themselves.

"Have a seat in my living room, although I don't have the interest technology of the United Navy, I have books that you might be able to read on the table." Hermona welcomed them, realizing that it was also the first time she brought people to her house.

"Don't underestimate a Tigris' determination for love!" Out of nowhere, Tora posed in a Greek-like stature. Leonidas furrowed his eyebrows and glared at Tora for insulting his manliness. "How dare you Tigris humiliate me."

"Don't be so arrogant, Leon." Tora glared back, fearless against the ferocious gaze of Leonidas.

Hermona observed the two of them and wryly smiled. She shook her head at their incredulous exchange. She returned her attention back to the chamber stove and began cooking for an after battle meal.

After all, the battle through the beaches and the central region must have chewed through what was in their stomach.

'The two of them are quite big eaters. I need to cook a lot, though does the food supply I have enough for the two of them?' She tilted her head and questioned through her thoughts. The ingredients and meat she had brought with her were merely enough for her.

She wasn't much of a big eater, so she only brought an enough supply that would last her a couple of days. But with the two around, what she got wouldn't last in a single meal.

"Well, one can only hope." She mumbled to herself and continued cooking in the kitchen.

...

Somewhere in the mountainous expanse of the island of Terra's eastern side, a lone wyvern rider sat alone in a cliff, gazing onto the lines of the boundless horizon. It had been quite some time since he had lost his unit against the metallic onslaught of the United Navy.

Their bombardment took out most of the wyvern riders almost instantly. He was merely fortunate enough to be alive. However, from the looks of it, he was alone and the Colonial Dominion had failed be the victor, ultimately losing against the United Navy.

There was nothing he could do but watch as the afternoon sun slowly touched the lines of what was before him. Though, as he thought about the battle, an intriguing rumor popped into his mind. It was the fact that his sister was now fighting with the United Navy, leading the so-called Liberation Front.

At first, he couldn't believe it, dismissing such things as poorly-made rumors. After all, his sister had died in the hands of the United Navy. Her squadron fell into the ocean after intercepting a metallic warship. However, with time passing by and as the rumors consolidated, the truth was becoming hard to deny.

To be honest, he felt a bit betrayed. However, most of all, he felt satisfied that she could finally make a choice for herself and follow a path that was hers. Although, it was the most horrendous path of all, a path that knows no peace, a goal that would turn the world against oneself.

"The Liberation Front, huh? Perhaps, I should take a visit."