9 The Aftermath (1/2)

”I don't think that is wise, Lord Maxwell. Procreating with these people.”

Doctor Mathew advises me – he and every one who has some kind of medical knowledge.

They are deadly concern about contracting some kind of long-dead diseases or illnesses. This is one of the main reasons why nobody has tried to have sex with all the beautiful ladies of Atlantis.

Everyone must be having blue balls right now.

Poor them.

As for me, I am immune to all kind of diseases thanked to the 31st century.

The nanites in my body will automatically seek out and attack anything that is foreign, such as bacteria and viruses. They has replaced my immune system completely.

”Thank you for your concern, but I will be fine. I am more worry about her contracting something from me instead. Anyway, I am going to find myself a nice bedroom to enjoy my time with a captive princess if you know what I mean.”

I get off the throne, readying to head out into the courtyard.

”You and your men sort out this mess. Don't let your guards down. Be careful of assassins. We are the invaders after all.”

I exit the room after I give them my warning.

The young princess is forced to follow behind by a couple of men.

She looks like she is trying to understand what everyone is saying. She is getting it very slowly.

English is derived from Latin after all.

Doctor Mathew and his associates will take care of the rest of the prisoners.

It is either execution or interrogation and life-time imprisonment for them.

The first option is more likely as the latter require pointless expenditure of man power, watching over them while the men could be doing something else more productive.

It is just too dangerous to let these prisoners run free to sow discord and incite rebellion.

Full pacification is require.

This is not a conquest or annexation.

It is more like an extermination or enslavement, but exactly either.

Outside, people are standing in long queue with plenty of soldiers watching them.

Women and children are in front of the line. They are given priority.

The people of Atlantis are being screened for medical purposes. Each person is getting an inoculation to prevent future outbreak of disease or plague. A barcode is stamp on their arm afterwards.

These tasks are done mostly by grunts.

Actual Hydra members have run off somewhere.

They are likely taking the lead in the search and destroy with their personal guards.

While the city is under the control of Hydra and its army, it didn't mean that the population have been completely subdue.

We did kill a lot of their people when we storm the city due to one thing or another.

That kind of grudge is long lasting. It will fester into something problematic if left for too long.

”Lord Maxwell.”

The soldiers salute me respectfully when I pass them by. They whistle at the beautiful princess in tow. She is one of the most beautiful women in the city.

”Boss! Up here!”

Jimmy shouts from one of the towers with a pair of binocular. I wonder what he is doing up there, but judging from every tower being occupied by scouters in the vicinity, it is to map out the island, marking out all possible escape routes.

”By the way, what happen to the Queen?”

Jimmy didn't know. There are so many underground tunnels throughout the city, so it will take a while for the army to hunt down everyone.

I nod in understanding. The Queen must have flee once the wall has been breeched. She will be found and taught a lesson soon.

”Carry on then. I will see you later with the rest of the men for debriefing. Also, if you see anyone you like, you should take the initiative. Once the doctors give the go head, there will be anarchy.”

I leave it at that and head to the living quarters.

The living quarters of the royal palace has thousands of rooms. Each room is decorated lavishly with finery, gold and jewelry. I choose one with a comfy looking bed.

The bed didn't compare to the modern bedding, but it will do for now.

The princess is drag inside by the men while I take a seat. They unbind her and left afterwards. Chatting jokingly as they head out.

”Selene. Have you finish decipher their language? If so, load it into my memory.”

[Acknowledge. Atlantean Language Analyzed. Uploading Commencing.]

I close my eyes and allow the new memory mapped itself into my brain. The language is close to Latin, but it isn't the same. It could be consider the forefather of Latin.

I just call it Atlanteanese.

When I open my eyes again, I test out the language. The words come from my mouth fluently.

”So, what is your name?”

The princess is surprised.

”You can speak my tongue, Lord Maxwell?”

”I can speak many languages. I just prefer not to. You did not answer my question, Ambrosia. The next time you do not, you will learn the harsh reality of a slave.”

Ambrosia becomes dreadful. She kowtows once again.

”Tell me a bit about yourself. I like to know a bit about everyone I talk to. Be grateful that I am taking the time to talk to you, or you would have joined your brothers and sisters in whatever awaiting them. Your mother will suffer the same fate should I don't like what I am hearing.”

Ambrosia answers the question directly. She is the 7th daughter of the King, his most favorite daughter until his untimely death at the hand of Johnathan. This is because her mother is the current reigning Queen.

Due to the machination of the court, Ambrosia is fairly quick-witted. She has to be or she would suffer greatly at the hands of her siblings, who is always scheming and vying for powers. Her greatest rival is the fourth prince. The fourth prince would become the new King if we had not invaded and basically destroyed their country.