Always want to be WITH YOU || Reiner x Historia

Chapter 13

We all stared at the fallen dry leaves, looking down. People lined up in droves on the side of the road. Even the trees looked down and stripped their leaves, letting them fall stroking the cold skin of the soldiers.

Today, the entire humans of the walls was in mourning. Although I know not everyone, including me. Bertholdt and I stood on a wooden box in front of the housing estate, peering out to see a sight that people were reluctant to even look at.

Horrifying, even blood still dripped and flowed flooding the ground. The sound of the creak of a carriage without a roof and the footsteps of horses dominated this silence.

"MURDER! YOU'RE MURDERERS!! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!" Until the frustrated cries of an old woman echoed through the district. We were all surprised, but quietly justify. But unlike the old woman, they didn't have the courage to scream to vent their frustration and anger. They're all the same, but what's the point?

"My son ... Where's my son?"

Now another but more vulnerable older woman emerged from the crowd. Looking here and there looking for someone. A man riding a horse stopped. It appears that the soldier got off and grabbed something from beside the corpse of another soldier in the carriage. The object was wrapped in a cloth with blood flowing around it.

With a firm but still fragile look, the soldier slowly opened the package in front of the elderly woman, revealing someone's left hand that had turned pale and covered in blood. Complete with torn wings of Freedom armband and the name of the owner of the hand.

"Sorry. He's my friend. And we've tried our best to minimize deaths. But still, those who are gone sacrificed themselves for the freedom of this country."

The old woman could only sob, and wail. No one dared to come forward to calm him down or simply bring him back to the crowd. I just grimaced watching it, and without realizing it Christa had already retreated and was behind me, hugging with fear.

"R-reiner, I want to go back to the dorm. I'm scared." Christa whispered, trying to pull me so that I would get off the wooden box. But I just stroked her hand affectionately.

"We have to go to their funeral after this, Christa. This is the instructor's order, remember?" I said softly.

"B-but I'm scared. Can't we just let it go?"

"We can't do that. I'll stay with you, okay? So there's no need to be afraid. There's Reiner here."

I began to feel the vibration of Christa's body begin to disappear as soon as I saw my smile. She just nodded and played my hand. I let her, because she was afraid of corpses and blood.

I think it's because of the war we fought. I can imagine Christa's trauma when she saw her sister's body crumpled formless with blood flowing in front of her and only a few inches away. Moreover, Christa had touched her sister's cold, sticky skin.

My gaze circled, staring at the chief commander of the Scouting Legion, Erwin Smith. It was commander Magath's sworn enemy. The Commander only told us to kill the King and his descendants, but what happens if I kill Commander Erwin too?

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The time of the ceremony and funeral is over. The atmosphere is back to normal. Even though there was a rebellion because families who did not accept their children and grandchildren were killed. But it was quickly resolved by the other soldiers. But I can assure you there will be more uprisings and prosecutions on the part of the boarders in the future, as they require their children to be conscripted early on.