"Captain, the troops have been reorganized."
"Good. You've worked hard." Wilman nodded. Since it was the commander's order, he naturally had to carry it out as best he could. When he turned to look at the soldiers—
They all wore gloomy expressions, their spirits utterly low. Their discipline as soldiers kept them silent, but their morale was truly terrible now.
Commander Pixis stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the distant inner gate of Trost District. Behind him stood Mikasa, Su Yang, Armin, and Eren.
"Eren, are you saying that once we reach that basement, everything will become clear?"
"Yes. Are you willing to believe me?"
"Since even you yourself cannot be certain, I can only keep it in mind for now. However, I am confident in my ability to distinguish truth from falsehood. I will ensure your safety.
You're Armin, right? You said earlier that as long as you used that Titan Power of yours, you could retake this city, correct? Do you truly believe that?
Or were you simply forced to use that excuse to beg for mercy?"
Armin thought for a moment. He knew he had to satisfy the other party now, so he prepared to tell the truth. "Both. At the time, what I meant was for Eren, after transforming into a Titan, to lift that huge boulder near the wall.
Then use it to directly seal the destroyed gate. It just happened to occur to me.
At the very least, I wanted them to feel that Eren's power might be able to break the current deadlock.
Of course, I only wanted to save my own life."
Pixis turned and looked toward the gate of the distant inner district. This time, the inner gate had not yet been destroyed.
If it truly were destroyed,