While his friends were risking their lives outside the walls to carry out an important plan.
Whenever she looked up at the sky, she prayed that her friends would return safely to the walls. She also harbored a childish wish—to fight alongside them once again.
But because of her identity, even such a small wish could no longer come true.
"Your most important job is to stay alive."
Mikasa said.
After overthrowing the old royal government, the new government also needed someone with royal blood and unquestionable legitimacy to inherit the throne.
Meeting
That person was undoubtedly Historia. Thinking about it, it was absurd. Whether as Historia or Christa, this kind girl had never changed. Yet in the past, she had been treated like an ordinary soldier and could even have died on the battlefield. Now, merely because of her bloodline, she was protected and revered like a god. This kind girl, Historia, was working hard to adapt to her new identity.
But when she saw her former best friends, she could not help becoming emotional.
"It's wonderful that everyone is safe and well." Historia wore a long-missed, sincere smile. Deep down, this kind girl had always prayed for these precious companions, praying that they would return safely.
Not long afterward, in the courtroom.
Everyone gathered in one place. Although that hypocritical king had stepped down and Historia had become the new Queen.
However—
"Grisha Yeager's life... the entire history concerning Titans... information about the world beyond the walls... the only people who knew these three books existed... were those in this room... the eleven members of the Survey Corps... and every Survey Corps member involved in this operation, including both the fallen and the survivors, totaling one hundred and ninety-nine people... All of them gained the fruits of