The past

While fierce fighting raged outside, the deepest part of the Crystal Cave remained utterly silent.

Tears streamed down Historia's face. She remembered, she remembered everything. The blurry figure in her memory finally became clear.

It turns out that I had an older sister who would come to keep me company every day when I was little.

The girl with jet-black hair and eyes as bright as stars, gently telling herself stories under the tree, was her beloved older sister, Frieda Reiss.

"My sister, she..." Historia's voice trembled slightly, because she had not only regained the memories sealed by her sister, but also witnessed her sister's fate.

Rod Reiss thought of his eldest daughter, and anger flashed across his round face.

"That's right, Historia, your sister, my eldest daughter Frieda Reiss, was brutally murdered by the usurper Grisha Jaeger, Eren Jaeger's father! And other innocent children of the Reiss Family! They all died at that man's hands!"

Boom! As if his mind had been bombarded, Eren's bound emerald eyes trembled violently. No! How could this be? His father was a respected doctor, how could he do such a thing!

Alan would rather die than believe that his father had done those terrible things, but even in the few seconds he spent with Historia, a flood of memories rushed into his mind.

A scene appeared before Eren's eyes:

"I am Dr. Grisha Jaeger of the Shiganshina District of the Wall Maria! You are the King within the Wall! Please use your royal power to drive away those Titan! Save my wife and children!" Grisha, disheveled, stood inside the Crystal Cave.

Before Grisha stood Frieda, dressed in a white robe, and the other children of the Reiss Family.

Eren didn't know what they were saying, but he saw his father, Grisha, suddenly raise a scalpel with a ferocious expression, about to stab his hand.

A surge of Yellow Lightning enveloped Grisha, and the hairy, Pointed-Ear Titan roared.

Frieda, who was opposite Grisha, also turned ferocious, pushed away her relatives, and opened her mouth to bite the tiger's mouth on her hand.

A Female Titan Titan, slightly smaller than Grisha, appeared and charged at Grisha with a howl.

Eren was utterly shocked; his father had transformed into Titan.

The outcome was already decided. Grisha's Titan had a huge size advantage, and Frieda's Titan was easily torn in half by Grisha's Titan.

Opening its mouth, the giant bit down on the entire nape of the Titan 'Frieda neck and swallowed it whole. The Titan then looked at several trembling children to the side, the youngest of whom was probably only four or five years old.

As if he had guessed what his father was about to do, Eren, disregarding that it was a memory, shouted, "Stop! Dad!"

Eren watched helplessly as his father tore the children apart, while the trembling fat man in the corner was ignored. "Why, why, Dad, why did you do this?"

The memories of the past suddenly became clearer. Grisha, his face filled with guilt, tears streaming down his face, and his expression pained, held Eren tightly, a Syringe still in his hand. "Eren! You must go back to Shiganshina! The answer to all the secrets is in the basement. I'm sorry, Eren, forgive me! And %&$*, don't let Eren @#%%$"

Alan's memory of his father's last words was somewhat hazy, but a sharp pain pulled Eren from his reverie.

Eren's left cheek swelled up; it turned out that Rod, in a fit of rage, had slapped Eren hard across the face.

"Historia, your enemy is right in front of you. Inject this serum, reclaim the power of our Reiss Family, and fulfill your sister's mission!" Rod took out a box and opened it.

A Syringe and two small bottles were wrapped in red velvet.

"Here are also Potion that can enhance the power of Titan Power, Historia, you will become a king even greater than your sister!" Rod' eyes burned with fervor.

"But, I, I..." Historia struggled. After all, Eren was her partner, and they had been through so much together.

Rod, however, grew impatient. He grabbed Historia's shoulders and shouted at her, "Historia! What are you hesitating for! Your sister died at his father's hands, and your brothers and sisters are all dead! What are you still hesitating for?!"

Bang! Clang! Crack! The sounds of Flintlock, Blades being drawn, and Dagger clashing against each other filled the air. In just a few seconds, Levi and Kenny exchanged several blows.

Clang! Another impact, and Levi's Blades and Kenny's Dagger were locked in a stalemate.

The two were only a fist's width apart, their eyes meeting. Due to his height, Kenny looked down slightly at Levi.

"You're old! Kenny, an old man should be lying in his coffin!" Levi said sarcastically.

Kenny grinned cruelly. "Don't talk big, kid. From the moment I brought you out of that lousy brothel, I knew I could kill you anytime!"

The stalemate between the two ended when Kenny finally broke free due to exhaustion.

The white bandage wrapped around his arm was a patch of blood, and Kenny himself was slightly out of breath.

Levi clearly noticed the injury on Kenny's arm and said, "You got injured too? But then again, scum like you managed to join the Military Police Brigade, so what's wrong with you getting hurt?"

Kenny raised his Flintlock. "You little dwarf, you've improved! Looks like I have to settle things with you here today!"

Levi's eyes narrowed, and he activated his Omni-Directional Mobility Gear, transforming into a spinning top as he charged toward Kenny.

"Section Commander! Left flank cleared!" Moblit flew to Hange's side to report.

"Yosh! Less than half the enemy is left! Let's wipe them out in one fell swoop!" Hange cheered.

But suddenly a gunshot rang out.

"Section Commander, watch out!" In the moment of crisis, Moblit pushed Hange away with all his might, but a large amount of blood splattered from his own arm and thigh.

Moblit screamed and plummeted to the ground. Hange cried out in alarm, "Moblit!"

Fortunately, the red-haired Nifa and Aiya arrived just in time and caught Moblit.

Traute removed the still-smoking Gun Barrel, looking somewhat regretful. He had realized early on that the woman with glasses was probably the commander, and it was a pity he had missed such a good opportunity.

"Hey, you shameless bastard who launched a sneak attack, prepare to face my wrath!" Hange was unusually angry, and a cold light flashed in his eyes behind his glasses.

Traute showed no fear, even brandishing his Flintlock defiantly.

A battle between the two women is about to begin.

(Regarding the criticism from readers about Muzi periods as separators, some readers believe that Muzi his word count. Muzi only say, "How can you slander someone like that out of thin air..." "What slander? I saw you use sixteen periods the day before yesterday, padding your word count." Muzi turned red, and the veins on his forehead bulged as he argued, "Periods can't be considered padding... periods!... Can a novelist's work be considered padding?" Then came a string of incomprehensible words, such as "typing until you go bald" and "delaying updates," which made everyone burst into laughter: the atmosphere inside and outside the book was filled with joy.)