Survey Corps Headquarters.
The thunderous rumbling still shook the sky. The first wave of Titans had already entered the sea, while a few more still roamed the land.
Pixis had been detained for refusing to obey the Yeagerists, Zackly had been shot dead in a hail of gunfire, and Historia had been confined to an office. Ymir, shackled at both wrists and ankles, was locked up with her.
Thud! Historia suddenly stumbled into a stool and fell to the floor, clutching her stomach in pain before losing consciousness.
"Your Majesty? Your Majesty! What's wrong?" Ymir cried in alarm, desperately struggling against her shackles to no avail.
"Someone! Help! Her Majesty has fainted!" Ymir could only shout.
The office door was kicked open, and two armed Yeagerist soldiers entered. They pointed their guns at Historia and Ymir, unsure what to do.
"Should we call a doctor?"
"We're only supposed to watch them. Don't get involved."
"Garo, that's not right, is it? She's the Marshal's fiancée," the soldier Rief said.
"That's ancient history. The Marshal can't hate her enough now. Why would the great Marshal Chen Si reprimand us over some bleeding heart who pities the enemy?"
"Fine, then just find some doctor."
The two soldiers went back and forth.
"You two bastards!" Ymir snarled.
Soon, a female doctor timidly entered with her medical equipment and began examining Historia.
The two soldiers kept their guns aimed at Historia.
"Please step outside for a moment," the doctor said cautiously.
"She's your Empress! What are you two bastards standing here staring at?" Ymir demanded angrily.
"Hmph! If we weren't still waiting for Colonel Floch's orders, we'd have shot this puppet Empress already. She nearly handed Paradis Island over to the Soviet Army and Caesar's rebels! What's wrong with looking? We'll show you that