Vengeance Of A Human

Her Kingdom Come: Mysterious Murder

A week later

"How are you feeling?"

I place my hands in my pockets as I walk alongside the lieutenant and leader of my friends' squadron towards a small house in the middle of nowhere. "I'm feeling fine, more or less. The Section Commander hasn't overworked me too much the last few days preparing for Eren's experiment."

"That's good," he responds as he opens the door to the house. "Your rowdy friends will need your discipline." To prove his point, I catch a picture of the other cadets arguing amongst themselves except for Historia, who stands quietly by the door with wood in her hand. She's the only one to notice our arrival. "What's this commotion about?" Levi asks as he walks towards the interior of the house.

I stand beside Historia, nodding my greeting to her as Levi passes Eren (dressed as a maid as he was a month ago) to the large wooden table, listening to the others argue about food and stuff. Eren shudders as the lieutenant places a hand underneath the table, slides it a few inches, and analyzes his hand. "I'm quite sure I gave you enough time." A collective groan comes from the assembled cadets while I do my best to stifle a laugh. Oh, they're in for it once we get back. "Anyways… We'll discuss your lax cleaning job another time. Eren. Hange is itching to get the experiment started."

"R-Right."

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"That didn't last long." I sigh as Eren's Titan form collapses pitifully on the ground just seconds after his transformation. We're out in a secluded area so Eren can use his shifting ability and his ability to harden, but that's dashed in a matter of seconds.

"What's wrong, Eren?" Hange calls out from the cliff we, Moblit, Levi, Armin, and Historia stand upon. Get up! The future of humanity is riding on you! Get up, dammit!"

"Hey, four-eyes. He's not quite the same this time. He's not even ten meters, and some of his body doesn't have muscle. Plus, Eren's ass is hanging out."

"I can see that! Eren! Can you still move? Give us a signal or something!" Shake that ass, Jaeger. I snicker as Mikasa hops off her horse to go check on Eren. I hear Levi groan.

"Hey, that gloomy brat is acting on her own again. Time to think up punishment?"

"No there's no signal. We're done here!" Hange and Moblit head on down to extract Eren, though it seems something about Eren interests her for her to scream excitedly. Mikasa uses her sword to cut Eren's face free from the Titan's body, leaving us above with a view of Eren's disfigured face.

I guess he'll be alright. "What do you make of this, Lieutenant?"

"I guess we got a long road ahead of us before we can use the Titan hardening ability to seal the wall."

"Yes," Armin says, "I knew we'd be grasping at straws from the start."

"Strategically, it's not a bad plan. Instead of lugging tons of supplies, all we need is to get Eren there. Whether or not we're grasping at straws...all depends on Eren." Below, Hange gives us the order to retreat, so I wave farewell to Armin and Historia as he walks off. Levi turns to Historia as she takes her step. "You ride in the same wagon as Eren. I'm headed for Trost District with Hange's group."

"Okay."

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The next morning

Hange possesses an extra pep in her step as the three of us walk to Pastor Nick's room in the barracks. I don't get why we continue to hold him here, but it isn't like he's trying to leave either. Maybe he has nowhere else to go. Anyway, my job is to make note of anything I find suspicious in Hange's talk with the former leader of Stohess' Church of the Wall, so I carry my journal with a bookmarked page far off from where I last made an entry of yesterday's failed experiment.