Trost

The Wall Rose, Trost District.

The sun rose as usual, its rays shining on the barbican nestled against the Wall Rose. The dilapidated buildings and emaciated faces of the inhabitants seemed to still tell the story of the devastation the Titan had suffered when they breached the city not long ago.

A huge rock blocked the breach kicked open by the Colossal Titan. On that day, humanity reclaimed its home from the Titan for the first time. Although it was achieved with the Titan's strength, it was a rare and morale-boosting victory.

The reconstruction of Trost District has been ongoing. When the Titan breached the walls, the people thought they were about to become refugees like the people of Wall Maria five years earlier. Fortunately, the human Soldiers ultimately defended Trost District.

Residents unwilling to leave their hometown spontaneously participated in the reconstruction of the Trost District, rebuilding their homes under the leadership of Dimo Liebus, president of the Trost Merchant Association.

However, after the fall of Wall Maria, humanity's situation has never been optimistic. Resources are scarce, and food has become a major problem. Guild Master Dimo tried every possible means, even spending almost all of his wealth, just to barely hold on. But sometimes, trouble always comes knocking.

"Chairman Liebus, we have evidence that you bribed the Garrison Regiment, so I hope you'll think this through," the man in the Central Military Police uniform said coldly.

Dimo clenched his fists, angrily saying, "Damn bribes! If the Royal Government can support the reconstruction of Trost District, why would I bribe those damned guys! I only..."

I did this to prevent everyone from starving! Are you Military Police Master really this unreasonable?

The Central Military Police said impatiently, "Stop, stop, stop! Chairman Liebus, we have no interest in listening to this. You should contact the finance ministers for reconstruction work. We, the Central Military Police, have no interest in these trivial matters."

"Now, all you need to do is help us accomplish this, and our Central Military Police will ignore your bribery. Even some of the Garrison Regiment Officer who deliberately make things difficult will be punished. Chairman Liebus, please consider this carefully."

Dimo looked at the two portraits on the table in front of him with an uncertain expression. "Since when did the Central Military Police need help to arrest people?"

The Central Military Police stood up, looking like he couldn't be bothered to explain, and walked to the door before suddenly stopping, seemingly muttering to himself, "Tsk tsk tsk, what pitiful people. How many would have starved to death without Chairman Liebus? Oh, those must be Chairman Liebus's family. It seems Chairman Liebus has a lovely daughter."

As the president of the Trost District Merchant Association, Dimo was not short-sighted. He was also aware of the power of the Central Military Police, which was not something a businessman like him could afford to offend. His words just now could be considered a threat.

The Central Military Police left, and then, with a thud, Dimo's son, Freyr Liebus, entered the room with his portly figure. "Dad, the food supplies are running low again. By the way, what was that Military Police all about?"

Dimo waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. If we don't have enough food, we'll just go buy another batch from that guy. Oh, and call Mike over." After saying that, Dimo picked up the portrait on the table and began to examine it carefully.

Ferrer replied, "Okay."

As they reached the door, Freyr suddenly turned around and said, "Actually, I always thought Dad was a stingy miser. But then I realized how capable you are, how willing you are to help everyone, and how highly everyone admires you."

"You brat!" Dimo chuckled, but his smile carried a hint of bitterness.

Not far from the boulder blocking the breach, a tavern was open on the street. Cheap ale was a good place for people to relax after a long day's work, and the tavern was owned by the beloved Chairman Liebus, so the drinks were very inexpensive.

Moreover, it seems that the Royal Government has finally turned its attention to the Trost District in commemoration, and it is said that a large amount of supplies will be sent there, so people will naturally be in a frenzy.

"Respect to Chairman Liebus and that king who finally appeared after so long!"

Inside the tavern, someone started to jeer, and a large group of people joined in, bringing out glass after glass of ale.

Amidst the lively atmosphere, the two figures, after settling in, quietly emerged from the tavern's attached room and naturally walked onto the street.

It was rare for Annie to dress up a little; she wore a long dress with a pink coat over it, round-framed glasses, and her hair was down. This gentle Annie made it hard for Yago was standing next to her, to connect her with the Annie who used to beat him up.

Yago has also changed slightly. Even in an ordinary coat, his youthful demeanor is hard to conceal. Unless he is wearing the Survey Corps uniform, people who meet him for the first time would not think that the gentle boy in front of them is a Survey Corps Soldiers who dares to face Titan.

Yago and Annie are good-looking and might attract some admiring glances from passersby, but they are ultimately too young. In the current Trost District, this seemingly sweet young couple does little more than evoke sighs of nostalgia for the peaceful lives of the past.

As they walked, Yago and Annie blended into the crowd, but that was fine, Yago Annie didn't want to attract attention anyway.

"Here you go." Yago bought an apple covered in syrup from a roadside vendor; in his memory, it might have been called a candied hawthorn? He handed it to Annie.

Annie's changed appearance seemed to have altered even her personality. She shyly accepted the apple. Why was she shy? Simply because she had eaten too much. Along the way, there were many vendors selling snacks at very cheap prices, especially those selling desserts. The sweet aroma made it hard for Annie to resist taking a second look.

As for Yago, he felt incredibly sorry for Annie. Yago was willing to take on Annie 'Annie and wishes.

Craving dessert? Eat up! Have a big one! One isn't enough? Have two!

It's okay if we can't finish the food, Yago said, adding that he's here, and even if his stomach gets too full, the Titan Power will fix it.

Yago continued shopping and eating their way through the night, holding Annie, looking just like an ordinary young couple. But a casual glance from Yago broke the tranquility.

Although both men had their faces covered by hoods, Yago quickly recognized them with his excellent eyesight: Jean and Sasha, carrying two large bags and walking in a hurry.

"What are they doing here?" Yago for a moment, then turned to look at Annie. Annie seemed to have seen them too and nodded.

They smiled at each other. "Go see them. You'll know what happened, but some things still need to be faced." Yago squeezed Annie's small hand.

The two quickly caught up with Jean and Sasha.