Eren only continued, "Over the years, I've fought campaigns all across the Underworld and accumulated a great deal of military merit. It should be enough to apply for resurrection."
"I'm more than willing to give up my rank as an Underworld general, as long as I can return to your side and spend my life with you."
"It's just... like I said, my identity is too sensitive."
"After I go back, I'll need to ask my superiors and the relevant departments about the situation."
"But no matter what the result is, I'll have to wait until next year's 'Zhongyuan Soul Return' before I can come back and tell you."
Armin, who was sitting off to the side, nodded in agreement.
"I'll help with this too."
"It's all right. I'm willing to wait!" Mikasa cried, overjoyed.
As long as Eren was willing to come back, as long as there was still hope.
Forget waiting one year—even if she had to wait ten, she would do it gladly.
"Eren, I'm truly happy you've made this decision."
Mikasa wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, an exquisitely beautiful smile blooming across her face.
"I'll keep waiting for you here."
"And to give myself an income, I'm planning to apply to Swordmaster Hall for the qualifications of a 'helmsman.'"
"If it goes smoothly, I'll open a sword hall in Spirit Capital and specialize in teaching children swordsmanship."
"Sword hall, huh? Like a kendo dojo? That really suits you, Mikasa!" Armin praised with a smile.
"Yeah. With your skills, you're more than qualified."
Eren laughed along as well, the gloom between his brows swept clean away.
Although he did not know whether he would be able to resurrect in the end, it was still a good thing if Mikasa could find something to