"Damn it!" Kenny gritted his teeth and kicked the car door hard to vent his anger.
"Won't it open?" Ymir asked worriedly.
Historia kept her eyes on Tyler's position behind them, her gaze full of worry. "What about Tyler? I can't leave them there to fight alone."
"Your Majesty, can you tell me what possible help you could be in this battle? Are you going to fight that Titan with the skills you learned in your three years in the Training Corps, or do you plan to take command? The greatest contribution you can make is staying alive. Understand?" Faced with this crisis, Kenny spared her no mercy in his sarcasm.
"Kenny! You!" Ymir was upset, but she didn't know what to say.
Historia furrowed her brow at his words, showing no resentment. She clenched her fists in self-reproach. "Kenny is right. I imprisoned Eren, yet now I need him to fight for us. I even approved the replacement plan Zackly proposed. I... I really couldn't think of another way. I brought this disaster on us myself."
"I just want to know how we can turn this around. Tell me, Kenny. I'll do whatever you need!" Historia said.
"As long as we survive until your old lover arrives, we'll be saved-assuming we can outrun Titans on foot," Kenny said.
"Master! Over here!" Yasuo climbed out of the passenger seat of a truck along Kenny's escape route.
"You little brat! Don't you know there's a fucking battle going on here? Did you come here to die?" Kenny snapped.
Philia also stepped down from the driver's seat, her expression calm.
Kenny's pupils contracted. "Damn it! Why did you bring her too?"
"Master, I... don't know how to drive. But Philia learned recently..." Yasuo said innocently.
At that moment, forty Armored Titans charged